I enjoyed a great quail hunt on Sunday, but the quail hunting isn't what this entry is about. I hunted near the town I grew up in with one of my best friends from high school. I only live 30 miles away, so Rex and I hunt together several times each year. We forged a close friendship hunting and fishing together through our teenage years. Growing up in a small southcentral Kansas town, we were rarely bored. We were always out enjoying the outdoors. Without hunting and fishing, we might have been doing less desirable things. I feel lucky to have had those opportunities.
On Sunday, Rex, I and another friend found four coveys and three of us killed seven or eight quail. Not a bag to brag about, but it was a beautiful afternoon, and it was fun to talk and watch the dogs. But the highlight was finding a elk antler dropped last year. There are few bull elk wandering the countryside, and one passed through this piece of sandhills last winter. A successful hunt is more about the people and land than it is about the game taken. What a day!
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