Here is a short version.
I moved to Indiana from Wi in 1990. Never saw a quail in my life but grew up hunting cackle birds, grouse, ducks, geese, rabbits and deer.
While at work met an old boy from SW IN. We started talking about hunting. I old him my story and what I hunted and he asked if "I ever hunted birds".....
WTF? I just told him I hunted all of the above. and he asked again like I was stupid, "Do you hunt birds?, Birds son???" Sort of in a Foghorn Leghorn accent.
Then he said "Quail". So I ended up understanding finally. He invited me to come down. When I got to his place in November of that year he said we were meeting a group of guys and that Bobby Knight might be joining us. Knight liked to invite himself whenever he found out that one of the other guys was going to hunt.
Sure enough he's there. We met for breakfast and go out to hunt. 7 guys and I think 4 or 5 dogs (Setters). I had never hunted over a pointing dog in my life and knew that quail hunting had a set of etiquette but that's it. so I hung back and watched.
Knight BTW was carrying a very expensive gun. I imagined at the time that it had to be worth 6-7k or more. I had my 20ga 870...
Dogs go on point after about 1.5hrs. I sort of thought they make me go crap my pants and flush them but they sent Knight to bust the covey. He drew and missed twice. I then learned about singles...and Knight's propensity for foul language
We split into two groups, Knight, me and two others and the rest go the other way. Dogs ran up a couple hundred yds and go on point again in a little bushy area. Knight is told to go ahead and flush the bird since he was so mad. Three birds flush and Knight proceeds to squeeze off 2 shots and not ruffle a feather. My buddy with his 28ga 870 drops all three and Knight goes off again.
As he's cursing and red faced he grabs his gun by the barrel and let's it fly, I bet 50yrds in the air and proceeds to turn around and start walking. I didn't see that as I was watching this beautiful gun spinning through the air like a frisbee.....
I turned to look at Knight and he was gone, cussing and walking back to the truck which had to be a couple miles. I looked at his buddy and asked, "Do you think he'd mind I I kept that gun?" He said he would get it and carried that thing until lunch.
Back at the truck Knight sat by himself and didn't talk to anyone when we got back.
(that's the shortened version)
