With the temperature hovering near eighty, Jake Schroder and I started the long walk back to our truck down Tom Mix Wash. The dogs, Jake’s, Candy, and my, Rooster, were “quailed” out and out of the four canteens we took along, we were down to less than one. Back then, early February 1973, the wash was rough country, now it is probably million dollar homes!

We had hiked, hunted and worked our way several miles up Tom Mix Wash. This was near where, supposedly, the actor, Tom Mix, was killed in a one car, wreck along a road that bisects it. Tom was killed prior to WWII and I barely remember it. Anyway, back then I was a Gene Autry guy.

Starting right after lunch we had headed east, towards the foothills and had bumped into numerous, large coveys of gamble quail and had considerably thinned out the population. That day we enjoyed some of the finest dog work and shooting of all my Arizona hunts. We missed some, the dogs busted a covey, a covey outran us, but within a little less than two hours we had two limits!

With our game bags full, two limits of birds, walking back to the truck Jake was excited, anticipating trying out his new camera with a “timed” shutter. He was going to set it up on a tripod, get it focused in, then we would rush around, kneel down, smile and the picture, certainly a potential Pulitzer winner, would capture the “thrill of our hunt”!

We pose, remotely, along Tom Mix Wash, north of Tucson. The camera worked fine except that most of our hoard of quail was cut off!