RemingtonRules
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I grew up dove and quail hunting with my Dad. One late afternoon we were wrapping up a good day of quail hunting. Dogs were tired and loaded up. We were discussing the days hunt as we passed the gate on a field road. All of the sudden a solo quail flew in front of us landing in the fence row. Basically moved from one side of the field road to the other. We looked at each other somewhat surprised and stopped the truck. We loaded up to try for the single. My Dad stepped into the fence row to kick him up, dogs watching from the truck bed. Dad kicked the brush and to our surprise a whole covey of about 15 birds take flight. We shot until empty killing one bird. We were so surprised to have a full covey rise we were mostly firing for effect. We laughed all the way home about how the covey was cussing the bird that led us to them. Good day, I miss my Dad and those times.