The end of The Arizona Quail Season is bittersweet.As much as I would like it to last a while longer the dogs and myself need a rest,we have been going hard since Saskatchewan.I usually spend the last few days of the Mearns Quail Season up high and on the border,it’s tough and scenic country that beats the crap out of you and your dogs.Drug and human smuggling is rampant and the evidence is there in the name of garbage and obscure hilltop trails.The Mearns Quail are also there,you just have to work for them.The Hunters get some shots but usually the Mearns Quail fly behind an oak and the footing is usually difficult making for poor gun mounts.But it is what it is and no one else is up there or so it seems.We climbed the mountains and where rewarded now it is time to lick our wounds and reload.







