Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain! Henry and I went on a solo quail hunt in the western Oklahoma WMAs. We spent a day in each Sandy Sanders, Black Kettle, and Beaver River. With perfect, mild weather, it was a great walk in some of the best quail habitat there is. Agriculture is king here, and all the folks were super friendly, with handshakes of skin stretched over thick granite. There is an abundance of dilapidation here, and you could spend a month photographing the ruins if you are into that. It was a great experience being in this country, except for the $300 price for an out-of-state license. I will spell it out so you know I did not make a mistake with the decimal . . . three hundred fricken dollars! I got some decent pics, and I hope you enjoy them.
Henry, the best dog ever.
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