Jack, Brad's French Brittany, points a covey beneath a cedar.
Brad waters Jack from a canteen. We tease Jack about looking like a little bear. He doesn't seem to mind.
We moved a few more coveys Sunday morning. A good hunt, all in all. Maggs held up well - her paw seems fine. The plains got some much-needed moisture, and we took home a few birds. We're not covered up with quail this year, but I'd say we have plenty.