Poser and I hit up the Ghost River section of the Wolf River WMA yesterday to chase after some squirrels. Unfortunately, the woods were absolutely dead to life, and there were barely even little birds stirring, let alone any squirrels.

So after a couple hours, we tromped through the brush in an effort to scare up some rabbits. All of a sudden, I spooked a bird up and it flew off....in the 1/10th of a second it took to register "HEY, THAT'S A QUAIL!", it was gone.

Fun morning, overall, despite not seeing anything to shoot at. Still a privileged feeling to see two quail in the wild.

Good meeting you, Poser, and thanks again for showing me around out there.
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Everything important in life was learned from Mary Jo Kopechne.