On Point: Chief and Sugar on point, with Kicker poised for the flush.
We were heading into the morning sun across a wire grass and scrub oak-covered knoll to pick up a long shot I’d just made. Spot, an English pointer, locked up and Joker backed. I assumed he was pointing my downed bird. The flushing cocker bounced in for the retrieve when the guide called, “dead bird,” and a single quail got up, flying strong and definitely not a dead bird. My wife, Cherie, was on the right side and downed the bird about 20 yards out. As the cocker headed out on the retrieve, another single popped out and I took the shot while Cherie was reloading. I broke my gun down and when one of the pointers moved forward, still another bird bounced out of the knee-high scrub oak, just as Cherie closed her gun. This one was hers, and she dropped the little bobwhite rooster in the wire grass. Incredibly, as she was reloading, another bird flushed and we eventually got six birds out of the spot within a few yards of where we eventually found my original dead bird. You can never predict how it’ll go on a Georgia quail hunt.