"There are, quite frankly, quite a lot of differences between pheasant hunters and quail hunters. Differences of species, habitat, and (mostly) geography, obviously, but also differences in dogs, style, attitudes, culture, and habits. For example, if a quail hunter ever yelled “COVEY” on a covey rise like pheasant hunters yell “ROOSTER” on a pheasant flush, well, it’d get some quizzical looks. That’s all I’m gonna say.
I’ve always marveled at the dichotomy of that: how a group of hunters who, on average, walk about as quickly as banana slugs while in the field are forced to endure a practical season length that streaks past them at jackrabbit speed. I mean, that’s hardly time to yell “ROOSTER.”
Meanwhile, quail hunters haven’t even burned a full tank of gas or gone through a box of shells by the time most pheasant hunters are booking rooms for next year’s Pheasant Fest."
[READ] A Modest Proposal: Escaping the Misery of Late-Season Pheasants. Read the entire blog by Quail Forever Journal Editor Chad Love (@dispatchesfromnowhere), at the link in our bio.
