Today is the end
The quail season that wasn’t
The drought lingers on
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Mouthful of Feathers
Upland in the West
Upland in the West
Today is the end
The quail season that wasn’t
The drought lingers on
If it was easy
It wouldn’t be so special
There’s always next year
One can only hope
But if it doesn’t rain soon
Next year will suck too
You can never tell
karma can blow you away
quail hunt not sure thing