Bobwhites in the Shinnery

Oklahoma quail hunting to do a heart good

You gotta make it," Ted said. "I don't know . . . " I said into the phone. "It's the kind of quail hunting you dream of. You'll think you've died and gone to heaven." It wasn't the best image he could have used. And he seemed to realize it. "Really, man," Ted said, more soberly. "After what you've been through, hell, you owe it to yourself." It is always hard to turn down an invitation to do a little quail hunting, but I had prudent reasons for saying, "No." I was only a couple of months past a little "minor" surgery that had turned into a major medical event.

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