Visiting the old home-place covey

    Old Luke had found them and there wasn't any doubt about that. He stood there in the woodland cover with his tail high and head forward, his body twisted slightly with one foreleg lifted, drinking in the mesmerizing scent of bobwhite quail. Behind him a few yards was his hunting mate, Sadie, honoring his point and no doubt disappointed that the big Setter had found them first.

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