Growing up in Michigan, my parents purchased a 140 acre farm in Kentucky in the area where they were raised around 1966. From the time I was 8, all I heard was "son, u ready to move to Ky?" I always said yeah, but after a few years I started to believe it would never happen. Then my late father became disabled in 1972 and we were soon moving south! I had already spent a lot of time there, so I knew what to expect. However, one thing I did learn was that the Game Warden lived directly across from our home I became friends with his son and they had champion pointer bird dogs. We had a couple different covey of quail on our property and sometimes I hunted with my cousin, (without a dog), and we still got our share of birds, (we just did a lot more walking).
So one day the Game Warden offered to bring a couple of his dogs and do some hunting. Man, seeing those dogs work is such a thrill. Especially when one's on point and the other is backing it up. Sometimes the 2nd dog would point, but most times it would crawl as close as it dared staying really low to the ground, (always staying behind the lead dog). I tried to find an image on google, but only found this!
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coffee tasting good this morning!
