Quote by Jim Casada

“The man scuffs his boot. The lead dog switches his snout and points it downward. The man says the old cliché: “This is it.” He kicks, and the world erupts around him. The noise has something of the sound of an exploding landmine, something of the rapid belch of an Oerlikon 20 millimeter. It is otherwise indescribable. Small birds burst from the ground. They take off in all directions. They are traveling at more than 40 miles an hour, and they present a target as large as a big orange. If they are to be killed they must be killed before they have traveled 60 yards, and if the cover is heavy they may need to be shot within 20 yards. They may have to be shot from the hip, or off the biceps, or even off the nose. First, though, the gunner must select a bird from the thundering mass of rocketing fowl, because the man who shoots into the brown takes home no meat. A split-second selection must be made. The quail comes into the eye, the gun goes under the eye, the trigger is pressed, and if the man is good the bird drops in a shower of feathers. If the man is very good, he then switches to another bird, which he selects from the speeding gang, and fires again. If he is very, very good, another bird drops. - The Brave Quail By Robert Ruark”

Quote by Jim Casada