>Today, being Christmas and all, I have a confession to make. I’m plum nuts about a 6 ounce hand full of feathers…not just any bird, but one that holds nice for pointin’ dogs and can explode and be gone in a mere blink of an eye. Leaving one standing with smokin’ barrels and nothing to show for their effort but sore feet and watering eyes…at least I let them know whose side I’m on…”Don’t ever come back!”

From September to the middle of February I’m not worth a dang to anybody except my reckless slathering bird dogs (who don’t seem to see anything wrong with my obsessive, compulsive, bird-brained behavior) …furthermore, my personal and professional relationships suffer, and I’d pert near sale the family fortune or farm (If there was any) to pursue said birds. I’d even drive 300 miles to walk all day just to see one covey and then drive the 300 miles back home again that night…tired, but fulfilled…I’m truly a covey junkie! Dyed-in-the-wool!

Yes, I’m talking about the gentleman…the bobwhite quail.

So, by-golly, this coming year I plan to reform! Baby-steps…but for now, I can’t wait to get back on the prairie for one more frickin’ covey!

Merry Christmas to all my friends and family!. May the season be bright…and full of bobwhites!

Here are some photos from my most recent trip to quail-land…

Gep on a single
Gretchen on a cubby covey
Birds right here



The junk-yard covey
















Let me at ’em…my secret weapon

Setter Feathers…