We have had a few things going on this fall with our move, a new job, training dogs and now a new baby. I am now trying to catch up on some of the things I didn’t have the time to write about this past hunting season.
One of my most enjoyable hunting trips this past season was with my hunting buddy Bruce to Southern Arizona after Scaled Quail. I had chased scalies one time before, but they were runners and I wasn’t able to catch up to any. So this year I really wanted to finish my Arizona grand slam with a blue quail down on the Mexico/New Mexico border. The January weather was spectacular, with days in the mid to upper sixties. We knew bird numbers were down, but as with anything, we figured that perseverance would pay off. We hunted hard and finally late on the afternoon of the second day my pointer found a covey. Our afternoon break of soda and kippered salmon, fresh from a cousin in the Aleutians, as we admired a brace of scaled quail was one of those golden moments.
By the end of the third day, the last of the hunt we each has a small, but hard earned bunch of quail. I loved the weather, enjoyed the companionship and savored every bite of those quail.
