The best bird hunt I can remember…? How could I pick one day above all the rest? It would be like saying one covey rise was the best one, better than all others, when covey rises are generally a blur in real time and are impossible to describe or to illustrate, regardless how talented the artist.

Quail-hunting memories are stored somewhere in my brain and ooze out periodically, not in wholes but in parts–in flickering memories of confused excitement and of joy and wonder.