This time last year I could not walk and was getting around on electric scooter, crutches or wheelchair. Today I went quail hunting. Haven't been in years since my old hunting buddy died. New neighbor has a couple of bird dogs and wanted to go. I shot four times and got three birds and knocked the fourth one down. When I went to pick it up it took off flying behind a tree and I couldn't get a shot at it. I had to quit after about an hour of dragging thru briar patches but it was a great time. I used to love to quail hunt and glad I have a new hunting partner.
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