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I was standing next to Private Plane, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark when the bright headlights came over the small levee illuminating why I had unzipped my Fly …
“Hi†said the lady that got out of the Bronco. < zip>
However many hours / miles ago I had been at work , working late, so I could take off for a awhile- when a hunting buddy, with a Pilot’s License ,and being a Doctor had called me around midnight on the private line.
“ Get your butt home, grab your gear, we gonna bust quail…oh…double check to make sure you have your Non-Res OK and TX licenses too.â€
My gear was packed, it stayed packed, and so around one am I was whisked away to the Flying Service. Seems as if my Dr./ hunting buddy/pilot had had a Medical student do a Rotation and had always talked of hunting quail back home. Now a Doctor, the former Medical student and my Doc buddy had planned this hunt.
I had slept on the way “here†wherever “here†is. My priority was a nature call, with the slight turbulence we had encountered; I didn’t dare try to hit the big coffee can , I figured when we dropped about 100 ft and I couldn’t get the lid off…best to wait.
Anyone that has flown in a Private Plane understands how important a large coffee can be. If you haven't - you will learn to appreciate coffee cans.
He failed to tell me the “Doctor†was a good looking lady. I’m sure first impressions were made….
On the way “back†(hey I didn’t know where we were, what didI care about “backâ€) we slowed down and stopped about the distance were she had swerved. We stuck a Bumper with a length of log chain onto the rear bumper carrier. I didn’t ask, it “appeared†as if someone had attempted to pull something without success.
So I sat there listening to two Docs catch up on matters, when I hear, “he is not too bright, he does work real hard, keeps the property up, knows where the quail are, has a gift with bird dogs…â€
We pulled into a small town diner for breakfast before the hunt. Finished and headed in to the “homestead†, Our “guide†was there ….that or a fella in need of a bumper that we just happened to have…
I looked up at a 6’6†fella, shook hands with “catcher’s mitts†, nicest fella – BIG – solid muscle, gentle giant , “ My bumper , you found my bumper†, he picked up that bumper up like it was a loaf of French Bread and placed it gently in the bed of his truck.
“ Lady Doc is helping me, says my brain quit working at about 16….she works with kids and is real smart…the other kids I learn with don’t make fun of me…I like dogs…â€
My heart ached.
He went to explain how he “lost†his bumper , during a sudden thunderstorm he had rushed out to retrieve the fella with the bush hog…lightening all around and raining heavy, the hog had gotten stuck, tried to pull it loose….when the lightening hit too close, they had raced in to shelter. I could see him helping folks…
As we started to head out to hunt- the Big fella , hung his head , ashamed like, “ My gun broke , can I ….can I†Well my heart really went to aching. His 1300 had a broken stock at the pistol grip…a hand me down gun he had taken care of, just he used his guns, and he just didn’t know that all he needed to do was tighten the stock bolt.
Lady Doc motion Doc and I outside “I was gonna do this later, we need to do this now.†She didn’t know his gun was broke, he was afraid he would get in trouble.
She explained Big Fella had really taken to her daddy’s 28 ga. The little shells really caught his eye. His old truck was a get by used on the farm. Family had taken this fella in as their own, he was family and family takes care of their own. His family had perished long ago …
“Its Eddie Bauer Green Like you always talk about†Lady Doc said, I thought the Big Fella was gonna faint…in fact Pilot Doc stepped up in case he did. He opened the door and I swear he turned around with huge tears in his eyes, still he safely handled the 870 28 ga that was setting on the seat. Handed Pilot Doc the gun and he engulfed Lady Doc with a hug, then he hugged me, and Pilot Doc, kinda hard NOT to get hugged by a fella his size when he wants to hug you.
Pilot Doc and I rode in the bed with dogs, Lady Doc up front …
Want to drive my new truck?...want to shoot my new gun?... Damn right he was exicted , and were honored to take turns with HIS new truck and gun...
We busted quail , Big Fella knew his covey’s and how to work his dogs. The Fella could shoot, let me tell you . We had a great hunt , can’t describe how good it was , the people, the dogs, the Big Fella and his new gun and truck…
Lady Doc was going to fly with Pilot Doc and I to hunt elsewhere. We would meet up with her daddy and she would fly back with her daddy – a Pilot as well. Big Fella said time to let those covey's we hunted rest, later on we would hunt others….just how one takes care of quail. Respect.
We hunted two day and stayed at the "Big House" . Big Fella , raced alongside the plane as we took off , waving and smiling….
Pilot Doc and I were smiling; Lady Doc said Big Fella was going to go nuts when he saw we had left a case of new 28 ga shells for him….We had busted quail in TX, I finally found out , course I kinda figured it when I saw the Lady Doc, the first time- something about Texas and how their women turn out…
Oklahoma quail – here we come…
“Hi†said the lady that got out of the Bronco. < zip>
However many hours / miles ago I had been at work , working late, so I could take off for a awhile- when a hunting buddy, with a Pilot’s License ,and being a Doctor had called me around midnight on the private line.
“ Get your butt home, grab your gear, we gonna bust quail…oh…double check to make sure you have your Non-Res OK and TX licenses too.â€
My gear was packed, it stayed packed, and so around one am I was whisked away to the Flying Service. Seems as if my Dr./ hunting buddy/pilot had had a Medical student do a Rotation and had always talked of hunting quail back home. Now a Doctor, the former Medical student and my Doc buddy had planned this hunt.
I had slept on the way “here†wherever “here†is. My priority was a nature call, with the slight turbulence we had encountered; I didn’t dare try to hit the big coffee can , I figured when we dropped about 100 ft and I couldn’t get the lid off…best to wait.
Anyone that has flown in a Private Plane understands how important a large coffee can be. If you haven't - you will learn to appreciate coffee cans.
He failed to tell me the “Doctor†was a good looking lady. I’m sure first impressions were made….
On the way “back†(hey I didn’t know where we were, what didI care about “backâ€) we slowed down and stopped about the distance were she had swerved. We stuck a Bumper with a length of log chain onto the rear bumper carrier. I didn’t ask, it “appeared†as if someone had attempted to pull something without success.
So I sat there listening to two Docs catch up on matters, when I hear, “he is not too bright, he does work real hard, keeps the property up, knows where the quail are, has a gift with bird dogs…â€
We pulled into a small town diner for breakfast before the hunt. Finished and headed in to the “homestead†, Our “guide†was there ….that or a fella in need of a bumper that we just happened to have…
I looked up at a 6’6†fella, shook hands with “catcher’s mitts†, nicest fella – BIG – solid muscle, gentle giant , “ My bumper , you found my bumper†, he picked up that bumper up like it was a loaf of French Bread and placed it gently in the bed of his truck.
“ Lady Doc is helping me, says my brain quit working at about 16….she works with kids and is real smart…the other kids I learn with don’t make fun of me…I like dogs…â€
My heart ached.
He went to explain how he “lost†his bumper , during a sudden thunderstorm he had rushed out to retrieve the fella with the bush hog…lightening all around and raining heavy, the hog had gotten stuck, tried to pull it loose….when the lightening hit too close, they had raced in to shelter. I could see him helping folks…
As we started to head out to hunt- the Big fella , hung his head , ashamed like, “ My gun broke , can I ….can I†Well my heart really went to aching. His 1300 had a broken stock at the pistol grip…a hand me down gun he had taken care of, just he used his guns, and he just didn’t know that all he needed to do was tighten the stock bolt.
Lady Doc motion Doc and I outside “I was gonna do this later, we need to do this now.†She didn’t know his gun was broke, he was afraid he would get in trouble.
She explained Big Fella had really taken to her daddy’s 28 ga. The little shells really caught his eye. His old truck was a get by used on the farm. Family had taken this fella in as their own, he was family and family takes care of their own. His family had perished long ago …
“Its Eddie Bauer Green Like you always talk about†Lady Doc said, I thought the Big Fella was gonna faint…in fact Pilot Doc stepped up in case he did. He opened the door and I swear he turned around with huge tears in his eyes, still he safely handled the 870 28 ga that was setting on the seat. Handed Pilot Doc the gun and he engulfed Lady Doc with a hug, then he hugged me, and Pilot Doc, kinda hard NOT to get hugged by a fella his size when he wants to hug you.
Pilot Doc and I rode in the bed with dogs, Lady Doc up front …
Want to drive my new truck?...want to shoot my new gun?... Damn right he was exicted , and were honored to take turns with HIS new truck and gun...
We busted quail , Big Fella knew his covey’s and how to work his dogs. The Fella could shoot, let me tell you . We had a great hunt , can’t describe how good it was , the people, the dogs, the Big Fella and his new gun and truck…
Lady Doc was going to fly with Pilot Doc and I to hunt elsewhere. We would meet up with her daddy and she would fly back with her daddy – a Pilot as well. Big Fella said time to let those covey's we hunted rest, later on we would hunt others….just how one takes care of quail. Respect.
We hunted two day and stayed at the "Big House" . Big Fella , raced alongside the plane as we took off , waving and smiling….
Pilot Doc and I were smiling; Lady Doc said Big Fella was going to go nuts when he saw we had left a case of new 28 ga shells for him….We had busted quail in TX, I finally found out , course I kinda figured it when I saw the Lady Doc, the first time- something about Texas and how their women turn out…
Oklahoma quail – here we come…
