40-50 years ago, I read a fiction short story about a man who was out quail hunting. As best as I can remember it, he was by himself and he ran across a bird dog. He started hunting with the bird dog and as the hunt progressed, he started taking the harder shots etc., until the day ended. It was the old man's last hunt before he died and the story was almost like the dog had been sent from heaven for the old man's final hunt.
Does this ring a bell with any of you fellow old timers? I probably read it in Sports Afield or Outdoor Life or something. I think it was written by Jack O'Connor or Jack London but my Google search is coming up blank.
Does this ring a bell with any of you fellow old timers? I probably read it in Sports Afield or Outdoor Life or something. I think it was written by Jack O'Connor or Jack London but my Google search is coming up blank.
