i have a buddy who used to take us to his family's plantation just outside thomasville georgia where we would go quail hunting.

we would go by horseback and wagon. dogs would go out two at a time just covering crazy distances. when one was on point we would dismount and prepare to shoot. such a cool feeling walking up on the dogs waiting for that covey to burst out. man did we suck at shooting them, the guides would just laugh at us sorry california city boys.