It's National Dog Day, y'all. Here's my Daddy with two of his quail hunting dogs, Jack and Joe. He's not hunting them right then, he's walking them, training them. I believe this was taken in the mid-1960s. I love this photo a whole lot. Daddy hunted for many years with my Uncle J L. When they got a mess of quail, my Mama's mother, Mama Sudie, ended up cleaning and cooking them. I don't remember thinking that they tasted like all that, but the older folks liked to eat them--she fried them in her iron chicken-frying skillet on the gas stove in her kitchen.
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All I've got to add to your post is this:
Bow, wow, wow, wow, wow, woooooooooooooooooo into the dark night.
A wonderful family shot to share, Lynette.
It is a nice candid portrait of your father doing something he enjoyed. I hope you do get to return to work. Some normalcy would be a plus.
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