In the summer of 2015, I received a poignant hand-written message from a granddaughter of a former head dog trainer-quail hunt manager of a large quail plantation in the “Quail Belt” between Albany, Georgia and Tallahassee, Florida. She and the grandfather were unknown to me.
In her message, she explained that her grandfather, my age, had a bucket-list wish to attend the Florida Open All-Age Championship and observe it from atop the dog truck with me. She explained the grandfather had in the 1960s held his plantation post ten years, then when the plantation owner died returned to his home county in Northern Virginia where he spent the rest of his working years in the employ of an electric utility supervising a right-of-way maintenance crew. Read more
