Before we could get out of the mountains, my dogs were asleep in the backseat of the truck. The potholes in the logging road didn’t seem to bother them, but when I stepped on the brakes they quickly awoke.
A covey of valley quail flew across the road in front of me, and I grabbed the binocular to mark their landing. Thirty minutes later, following a hike, my dogs were on point in the middle of a logged unit overgrown with prime quail habitat.
As the covey busted loose, I missed the first shot but connected on the next two. Echo and Kona each
