I did not find the first bird until after about an hour of hunting. The covey broke from the tall grass, scattering in all directions. Watching a particular cluster of birds careen towards another stretch of grass, I quickened my pace and within moments could here the faint clucking of quail in front of me. Even though my gun was at the ready, the single quail that rose at my feet caused momentary confusion, before I brought the gun to my shoulder and swung on the flushing bird. My first shot missed, but the second found its mark. It does not matter how many birds rise before me, the sight and sound of a flushing bird is only matched by a big trout taking a hopper on the surface.
Arizona Quail Hunting is great, even in a crappy year.