Oh, Chinquapin
I miss you so
This first January
Without your trial
How I loved your trial
Riding your courses
Laid out by Fred Arant Jr.
In 1969
Following your ridges
Watching distant all-age dogs
Hearing handler’s chants
Scouts calling “Point”
Rising at dawn
At the Big House
Hearing coveys leave the roost
Whistling to their fellow quail
Love it!!
😢😢