....me or my dog. I got a 8 month old Brittany last Feb. with all intensions of training him so I could take him pheasant hunting this winter. Long story short, we didn't get to go. Anyway, he has his basic obedance (sp?) down pretty good but has never been around birds...until yesterday. About a month ago I was going to check a trail cam on my dad's place. I opened the truck door and before my feet could hit the ground a covey of quial got up. I was shocked. I really didn't think much about it though considering that is the first covey I have seen over there in 10 years. Well, I was talking to a neighbor that takes his squirrel dogs down there yesterday and he said he had seen them down there last week. I had a lot to do yesterday but somehow I got it all done a little early. I went to the house and picked up a shotgun just in case. We got down to where I had seen them and sure enough he pointed. I kicked up a covey of about 12 birds and killed a bird with one shot on the covey rise and let the rest go. I saw the bird fall but it was in waist high sage. I got Mack, my dog, over to where it fell and he pointed the dead bird. He stayed on point with the bird less that 6inches from his nose for 2 or 3 minutes. Needless to say I was pretty excited....but I'm not sure I was as excited as Mack was. By the way, this is the first bird dog I have ever worked with and the first wild quail I have ever killed. My dad was a big quail hunter but he quit because the lack of birds before I got old enough to hunt.