that bushy draw right down there, plenty of times."
is a long time."
quail," Dick was yelling. "Come on out, damn it!"
But for the first
hour and a half there were no quail, not even a day-old scent to get Paddy's
tail seriously wagging. It was tough going through the mud, and we trudged
along, finally climbing a long, steep hill dotted with scrub oaks, their bare
branches wet and black against the sky.
sucks canal water," Bill said, using what I assumed was a Texas expression.
"Hey, is that old cabin up there the one you mentioned in your
it," I said.
damned. I recognized it. We're supposed to see some quail up that way, if I
said. "With a little luck."
Paddy back, and we started up a deep, brush-choked gully, Bill and I on one
side, Rob and Dick on the other.
this carefully all the way to the top," I said to Bill. "They're
usually in here somewhere."