Our season ended with a trip to the public lands of the Southwest in search of desert quail. We hunted the rugged country of the true West, where, 150 years ago, you might have been scalped by Indians, where the famous and infamous of western lore existed, and stalwart, hearty men mined the rocky ground for riches. This is a tough, rugged country, and we thoroughly enjoyed our time in it. I hope you enjoy these pictures of the hunt.
Henry is on point. He is 4 years old now, and I sure hope we will be hunting together for the next 6 years or so.
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