My dad and I went out today for a few hours in the lower valley and found a few birds. Two roosters a piece and a hand-full of quail. I should of had my third bird, but I had one leg over a barbed-wire fence, and "the boys" were in danger. Our labs did absolutely phenominal, and are all three passed out at my feet right now. My one-year-old looks like he has been doing this awhile. They need to rest up because we have our traditional Thanksgiving morning hunt in the morning.
