Quail Hunting

Quail Hunting
Jay Chambers

When I was a boy
My father,
Ever the outdoorsman
Introduced me to the hunt

Quail were our prize
And setters our means
To the end
Of a hot quail supper

I remember that cold day
When, dogs in tow
We set out to find
One single covey

We never found it
But what we did find
Was the priceless bond
Of a father and son

A few years pass
And we found that covey
That was the last time
Ole’ Rowdy went out
What a time we had
Me and dad

I’m older now
And so is dad
But this morning
We went out again
The dogs were new
And a little unsure
What a time we had
Me and dad.