Quail or Duck?

Doc, Rick, Aim, Brody and Dan.

Dogs – Cruise, Buddy and Jewel.

An old family friend came up for a few weeks. He loves his shooting and every spare chance, we grabbed the guns from the safes and headed out on the rabbits or ducks.

We got together to do a little bit of quail shooting, first time for a few of us. Five of us walked the stubble paddocks with three dogs and itchy fingers. No quail shot up from the grasses. Walking up a little further and heading back, one flew out before Doc. One quail. Us young ones thought the two elders were going to fight over it.

It’s my quail. I get to cook it! Was Doc’s argument.

It’s also duck season. With channels and dams nearby, we gave up on the quail and moved on to the larger game. Ducks were falling out of the sky everywhere. By lunchtime, we had enough to keep the people who eat duck happy and lined up to prepared the ducks for freezer bags.

Us younger sooks plucked while the old farts gutted. Doc and his bloody small knife looked like a serial killer by the end.

A good day, the dogs did well for three workings together, A few yells disoriented them and weren’t sure who to bring the ducks back to.

So for a day out quail shooting. We got a feed of ducks instead!