HEADS UP, topknots erect, and in mountain quail-like fashion, the covey vanished into a massive slash pile.
I was 150 yards from the birds when they busted me. Echo and Kona, my two pudelpointers, worked a gully between us, hidden from view. Once the dogs gained elevation and caught wind of the quail, however, things quickly escalated.
Both dogs worked together, then separated. Echo went on point where I’d last seen two quail, while Kona worked around the backside of the giant debris pile.
I approached Echo, but no birds flushed. I called her off and we went around the pile which towered more than 30-feet into the sky, and instantly, she joined Kona on rigid point.
As I began to shoulder the gun and inch forward, three blue bombers…
