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"If the birds stay where they fall, I'll call the dog off." Rob yelled across. "He's still a little hardmouthed."
"Kill a bird and soak it in Tabasco sauce and let him retrieve it," Bill yelled back. "That'll cure 'em every time."
"Come on, quail," Dick kept yelling. "Come on out, quail! Come on now, come on the hell out of there!" He was limping, I noticed.
"He's got a bad hip," Bill explained. "And my chest hurts some. How high up do these things go?"
"See the snow line up there? Higher than that, sometimes."
"Good god," Bill said, and then, within seconds, the first birds of the covey flushed, their wings whirring loudly before we saw them, four or five that burst out of a willow thicket 15 yards up the gully, bluish-gray streaks flying straight away. "Quail!" I yelled. "There they go!"
The 12-gauges boomed, three times.
"I got one!"
"Where'd they go?"