Quail hunting is a venerable tradition of yesteryear, especially in parts of Texas where we hang our hats. It was once a sport enjoyed by all, from the everyman to the Southern gentry. But with the opportunities to hunt them declining with each year gone by, we wanted to make the most of our opportunity to harvest these beautiful and delicious birds while we still can. We paid our utmost respect to the animal and the sport by donning our finest hunting tweed. We armed ourselves with vintage shotguns and arms that were handed down to us from previous generations of wing-shooters as we walked through the Texas Hill Country brush behind the most pedigreed pointing dogs. They did the hunting. We did the shooting. And we were dressed to kill on this truly unforgettable day.
Tight Lines and Big Tines!