Quail CountryText and Photos
by Russell A. Graves

The Texas Rolling Plains - a land of mesquite trees, prickly pear, yucca, and acres of short grasses - lies wedged between the High Plains and Cross Timbers region just west of Fort Worth.  This dry and sometimes arid red dirt landscape stretches from Abilene in the South north past Childress and is 150 miles wide.  For the weary passers-by, the Rolling Plains looks empty and lifeless.  But to lovers of wing shooting, this part of Texas is their field of dreams - for the Texas Rolling Plains harbors one of the last substantial populations of wild quail in the country.  Fall in the Rolling Plains is magical:  it is a time for man in dog to work in concert and it is a time to experience quail country.

On the way to the hunt, well bred dogs can sense the anticipation in their masters.  These dogs know when it’s time to hunt and you can see their anticipation as ready themselves for the miles of ground they sniff just to catch a waft of scent from a lingering bobwhite. 

Part of the joy of chasing bobwhites comes from working behind fine pointing dogs.  Bred for style, a keen nose, and unparalleled athleticism, pointing dogs help reaffirm humankinds divinely granted legacy of stewardship over the animal kingdom.  The dogs point to the level of excellence that is achieved when people treat nature and animals with reverence and respect.