It was warm that last week of quail season,
possibly too warm to hunt in the middle of
the day. But the mornings were crisp and the
late-afternoon shade of the longleaf pines and
live oaks provided welcome comfort
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It really wasn’t her fault. After all, it was I who first wanted her. She was well-shaped and winsome, if somewhat aloof – irresistibly proportioned, discreetly trimmed in gold, light and delicate and easy to hold, with a perfectly shaped set of barrels the likes of which every good gunner dreams. Read Full Story (PDF)

Georgia’s Rio Piedra Lodge:
Wingshooting Lodge-of-the-Year
If you’re looking for a top-quality wingshooting experience this fall, an experience replete with famous Southern hospitality based on the rich traditions of the golden age of American shot-gunning, look no further than Rio Piedra Plantation, 2001 – 2002 Orvis®-endorsed Wingshooting Lodge of the Year. Read Full Article

The Double Gun Journal: "Places We Have Been"
Hernando DeSoto first named it Rio Piedra. Traditions holds that he crossed the rocky, boulder-strewn river just north of the current plantation lodge near "the sisters", a pair of small islands guarding the shallow ford. Nowadays we call it the river "The Flint". It snakes its way through the Plantation Belt of South Georgia where Bob White is king and children still call to their elders using "Sir" and Ma'am. Read Full Article (pdf)

You can go back to the good old days. To the classic quail hunting of yesteryear—with high-tailed pointers, beautiful cover and covey upon covey of hard-flying birds. Read Full Article

The heart of Southern plantation quail hunting lies in a vast expanse of wiregrass and tall pines that stretches from Albany, Georgia, to Tallahassee, Florida, and encompasses the broad reaches of the Flint River basis. Wingshooters from across the country have been traveling to this region for more than a century to partake in the ultimate “gentleman’s sport.” Even though many of the antebellum plantation homes have succumbed to fire or age and the pure-wild-bird hunting of yesteryear has been dramatically reduced, the true essence of Southern-style quail hunting still lives deep in the heart of Dixie. Read Full Article

Sporting Classics: "Christmas on the Flint"
Nowhere…is the pleasure of friendship and Christmas so well preserved as Yuletide in an old southern community. Brick House smiles a rare and all-embracing welcome…It seems to say: ‘ I know every one of you – sweethearts and wives and good old dogs and jumpers – aye – and your Daddies and Gran'daddies, too – hurry up – come on in he'ah – I miss you and I'm getting along – I'm yo' home.'” Nash Buckingham, “Bobwhite Blue, Bobwhite Gray”
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