Well, the shotgun has been broken down and given a thorough cleaning and the vests have been defeathered and stowed in the closet. The Arizona quail hunting season has come to an end, and as usual, it is a little bitter sweet. It will be sad to not head out into the desert to chase Gambel’s quail on a Saturday morning, but I am hopeful that with steady rains through the summer, next season will have some better bird numbers.
I was able to get out before the close of the season and put a few more birds in the freezer and stock up on a whole mess of soft-hackles for fly tying. The thought of summer and big fish rising to foam hoppers is the keeping my head up. Until next season…
Way to get it done! Gambel’s hunting looks like a ton of fun. I hope next year brings you a mess of birds.
Thanks Kirk. Me too.
Ben
Sounds like you had a great closing weekend. Here’s to a good monsoon season and tons of birds next winter.
Cheers Ricky.
Ben
Looks like you had a better quail season than mine. Never really got the birds dialed in but I bagged enough to make me happy. Had a better duck season than a quail season. I’m also hoping for lots rain throughout the spring, summer, and fall to boost chick hatching and survival past adolescence.