yesterday i took the day off of work for the first day of quail season. i camped out on thursday night and was up just before sunrise. when i was having my coffee i could hear them talking and called a little. when the sun broke i was off. the fisrt flush came about 70 yards from where i camped, but they were out of range before i could get my gun up. i saw where they landed and followed. i ended up flushing this same covey 3 more times, taking 3 shots and getting 2 birds. my success ratio went down faster than my 401k after that. i flushed a lot of birds but between cover, the sun, and just plain missing i ended up getting 3 more in the next few hours. 1 cottontail was the rest of my game for the day, but he was skinnier than an ethopian so i left him for the hawks. had a great time wathing them have a feast about an hour later when they found it. the temp started to rise and i had 5 birds so i called it quits. happy to say that the birds were all in good health and tasted great. ;f this is my second year quail hunting and i've fallen in love. some of the most fun hunting i've ever had. i made a promise to myself last year that i will never miss an opening day, and i plan on keeping that promise. one of these days i'll head east for bobwhite. i also flushed two grouse, but in that split second i couldn't remember if they were in season so i passed.