Quail Hunt

Among many. many other pictures. Oh, the air and the light and the dogs and the guns. A paradise. I spent the day quail hunting with a group of kids, and made a whole bunch of pictures I actually like. I was reminded of some things I need to work on too. But what a blessing to have a day to make pictures and drink coffee and eat barbeque.
Addendum | sunday morning | more coffee:
Here are some more photos from the quail hunt. I want to thank Jason Johns, former Herald intern and fellow Mizzou student, whom I have never met, for influencing me in my decision to stay as long as I did at the quail hunt. I got there at 7:30 in the morning and didn't leave until the afternoon, though I had some okay pictures for the paper. Jason wrote about his experience at The Herald that he constantly worked against his instinct to leave an assignment early. Instead, he'd force himself to stay and that was often when the best pictures came. That insight has been the driving force for me, and I'm always happy I stayed (or arrived early.) If newspapers don't work out, maybe I could work for a hunting magazine. I'd sure enjoy it.