I got out on Thursday and found 15 coveys over an eight and half hour day. Didn’t get a shot at all of them by any means, but the dogs did well for the most part. My shooting was pretty good in the morning. I find that my skill with the shotgun seems to decrease as the day wears on and the miles go by.
I met an older fella cleaning birds on his tailgate on Thursday who had about 25 years on me. Nice guy too. Like me, he was out solo but without dogs. It was about 1:30 and he was done for the day. I asked how he had done, and his total was more than twice mine with my two dogs. That was a little demoralizing. But I think my strategy likely handicaps me a bit. Older fella spends the day driving around the oil fields jumping birds off the road. I don’t like the roads, traffic and trash of the oil fields so I focus on the untrammeled areas where I can do long, multi-mile casts without worrying about tanker trucks, or broken beer bottles, or having my dogs get into oil spills. But those scalies like that edge and the associated disturbance. The upside of that is that maybe as I get older and lamer, my quail harvest may actually increase. Ah, a potential silver lining to arthritis...
Anyway, we had a few green chile and bacon-wrapped scalies on the grill last night. They are damned good. Perhaps the reason for that culinary delight is the miles required to earn them. My wife says they are still damned good and she didn’t have to hike 10 miles in the dunes for them. Any way you cut, desert quail hunting will definitely never be a subsistence hunt, but I’ll still still keep on doing it.
Hope y’all have a wonderful Christmas with your families.
El Pollo