Quail season has been over for a few months now, so my scratches and such acquired chasing after said noble bird are all healed. I do miss the chase and tasty prize, thinking both well worth the effort.
Anyway, I'm out sweeping a side walk when I hear a familiar cry. There, not 20 ft. away, poses my familiar adversary on a rock in my front yard. I'm sure he knows the season is over and sits there to mock me while I work. I take solace knowing that I'm armed well enough to make a head shot on him if this were a survival situation, but alas it's not, so I wish him and his well, then open the gates for my dogs
Them little suckers can run fast!



Said armament:

Regards,
Greg

Anyway, I'm out sweeping a side walk when I hear a familiar cry. There, not 20 ft. away, poses my familiar adversary on a rock in my front yard. I'm sure he knows the season is over and sits there to mock me while I work. I take solace knowing that I'm armed well enough to make a head shot on him if this were a survival situation, but alas it's not, so I wish him and his well, then open the gates for my dogs
Them little suckers can run fast!


Said armament:

Regards,
Greg





member of the BEAVER PATROL: just sayin


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