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Meanwhile back at the Coffield ranch...
Virginia Kraft
November 10, 1969
A sumptuous oasis sits in the middle of the arid South Texas brush country, serving as a haven for rich but weary hunters who have spent a frustrating day chasing skittery blue quail across the thorny land
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November 10, 1969

Meanwhile Back At The Coffield Ranch...

A sumptuous oasis sits in the middle of the arid South Texas brush country, serving as a haven for rich but weary hunters who have spent a frustrating day chasing skittery blue quail across the thorny land

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Occasionally this happens, but when it does not, and you make the bruising cross-country run after these skittering creatures, you derive some comfort in knowing that in the end there is all that food, drink and fellowship back at the compound, and all those beautiful ladies in bikinis at the pool, all the games to be played and the deals to be made. The guests know, too, that they will go home with gift baskets full of ranch-grown oranges and pecans, Mexican carvings, walking sticks, alabaster elephants and assorted knickknacks. Nobody, not even a quail hunter, leaves a Coffield shoot empty-handed.

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