I talked my hunting buddy, Austin, into skipping out on the first part of work to join me for a sweat-dripping walk through the desert in search of Arizona Gambel’s quail. After the first day of quail hunting, my hopes were very low, but with the chance to check out a new spot, I was looking for a chance at redemption. The early morning was eerily quiet and it was not until a couple hours after daylight that we actually started hearing and seeing birds. We scared up several coveys who immediately flew to the top of the surrounding hills. Hacking through the underbrush I was able to knock a couple birds down. In spite of the low numbers, I have never been so happy to put two birds in my vest.