After hunting bobwhites south of the border many times with no dogs I had the pleasure of taking my dog to hunt wild bobwhite quail in an area where they can still be found with regularity. It was an experience I will never forget. I now understand why my grandfather took time away from farming to pursue these little birds. It was his only hobby and I can't think of a better one. We averaged 18 covey flushes a day. It was an incredible experience and one I will have to do again next year. Bobwhites don't take a heartbeat like a rooster flushing from cover but it's damn close.
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