Quail hunting this morning in sunny AZ and had the misfortune of encountering highly educated birds. First group would not let me get within 50 yards without flying. Second group was far more cooperative; got 4 out of that covey. I then ran by a waterhole on the way home and managed to catch a covey just leaving. I waited until they were bunched up and *BAM* found four flopping quail! It was the most I've ever bagged with one shot. First pic is of the waterhole berm (water to the right of the image), second is the 4 birds (taken with an old Remington 58) and last pic is of some desert "pinstriping" that I get to wax out tonight. All told, 8 birds. That's a fine morning in my book.