Preserving American Traditions With Your Children

By Holly Giles | Florida

The Tradition

Quail hunting was a staple in my grandparent’s generation in providing food for the family. I never experienced a hunt myself, but I remember having quail for dinner. My grandfather cleaned and dressed them out behind the barn and my grandmother would coat them in flour and fry them up in her cast iron skillet.

In the last forty years, quail hunting has diminished in the south. Their habitat in the wild has been lost so drastically that the season is short and the daily limit is few. Quail live and nest on the ground and their habitat is dwindling fast.

My oldest son Grayson, 13, has inherited my grandfather’s love for the outdoors and hunting sports. Wonderful opportunities have come his way as he is developing his talent as a woodsman. He, along with five other boys, recently was able to participate in a quail hunt offered by the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission and hosted by Quail Forever, a national organization.

The hunt took place at Babcock Ranch in Punta Gorda, Florida. This large expanse of property has been owned by the same family for over one hundred years. It includes close to sixty-five thousand acres of the last parcel of undeveloped hydric (wet) pine flatwoods in South Florida. It was purchased by the state as part of continued conservation efforts for future generations.

Brave Mama

The hunt was originally going to be a boys weekend for my husband Curtis, Grayson and our ten-year-old, Grant. After some research, Curtis suggested I go along for a family adventure together. My first thought was, no. This was going to be primitive accommodations, meaning no toilet or running water in a swamp with a whole bunch of stinky boys. I was looking forward to a weekend alone. Catching up on laundry, dishes and mopping the floor was on the agenda. Yet the pull to experience what my boy loved so much changed my mind.

Upon our arrival, I saw a camp house that gave me hope of a toilet. The barking dogs and swamp buggies gave us a hint of what was to come. As the other participants arrived, we all pitched our tents around the camp house. The primitive campsite that was originally planned was under water. A toilet was available for night time, but during the day the palmettos would have to do.

Our hunt master for the weekend was Scott Ford. He along with the hunting guides are members of Quail Forever. All of them volunteer their time, swamp buggies and their dogs to this event each year. Scott paired boys with a different guide each day to experience different styles and dogs.

There were volunteers in the kitchen as well who cooked our meals. Jay the head cook, Coral, who volunteers for school hours, and several others. When I asked Coral why she chose the youth hunts to volunteer at, she said: “ I love being outside and ever since I went on my first hunt, I have wanted to help other kids have the same experience.”

Mastering the Hunt

Nigel, the head guide arrived and was assigned to my family for Saturday’s hunt. He made an impression right away with his accent and his eagerness for the hunt to begin. Born in Rhodesia, he is an ecologist. He has worked in wildlife areas in Africa and has a love for the symbiotic relationship of land and animal. The more he talked, the more intrigued I became in wanting to know more about this man. He made it clear that he would be picking us up by 4:30 am, no later. He had an agenda for the day and we were to be prepared.

After supper, everyone congregated around a campfire and I made my rounds of introductions. There were six boys there for the hunt ranging in age from 13 – 16. Each was accompanied by one parent. Most of the boys had hunted other game before, but for all but one, this would be their first quail hunt.

The wake-up call was at 3:30 am. Breakfast was being served and the swamp buggies were rolling in on trailers. Each child went with their hunting guide and we headed off to the preserve a few miles away. Grant and I rode with Nigel while Curtis and Grayson followed in our truck.

Nigel drove like he was headed to a fire, flying down dirt roads in the dark and making my heart skip a few beats before we even got started for the day. We pulled into the preserve area, parked the trailer and I jumped out to open the gate. I jumped right down into a foot of muddy water. Unfortunately, I hadn’t put on my boots yet.

Curtis helped Nigel unload the swamp buggy and the others began arriving. It was a crazy scene. Roaring engines, barking dogs and boys with shotguns. We loaded up and began our adventure, all scattering in different directions.

The ride was cold and windy as we drove through the fog for few miles into a section of woods on a fire trail. We came to a stop. Nigel said it was time to be quiet, we were about to see why 5 am was the best time in the Flatwoods. Wow. A symphony of sounds began as the birds, frogs and other wildlife began to awaken. We sat in silence, except for the occasional dog whimper, and soaked in the beauty. The sun rose behind the palm trees and made a spectacular backdrop to begin our day.

As dawn broke Nigel released Reba, his best dog to begin the hunt. Reba is an athlete. She sails back and forth in front of the buggy, into the palmettos at lightning speed. She has been freed to do the job she was born to do. Sniff out a covey of quail.

Reba went on point. Grayson chambered a round and followed Nigel into the palmetto, right up to Reba. On command, she flushed the covey and a shot was fired. It was stressful, nerve-racking and exhilarating all at the same time for those of us waiting in the buggy. I can’t imagine how it was for Grayson! He emerged from the palmetto beaming with pride, holding his first bird. Grayson said it was like an explosion of birds at his feet and when he recovered from the shock, he fired.

Hunting with Dogs

As the day progressed, each dog had a turn to run as Nigel coached Grayson. We watched, learned and felt like we were part of something amazing that few get to discover. Nigel shared more about the training of his dogs. They seemed to be like his own children. “ These dogs are precious, they give us a lot of pleasure.“ Each has their own personality and strengths. There was always one who is best, one who is injured and one in training. Blammer was in training. He was the largest of the dogs and the most excited to do his job. Blammer was so focused on finding a covey, he got over a mile away from us. Instead of hunting quail, we hunted Blammer.

In order to get him back, we had to turn the buggy directly into the palmettos. Talk about a wild ride. I believe I now know what it is like being tossed around in a clothes dryer. We followed the GPS tracker on his collar. The buggy climbed over fallen trees, went down into mud holes and flattened palmettos. When we finally caught up to him, he was so worn out that his time to work was done for the day. We were relieved the dog hunt was over.

Building Relationships

It was a successful day for Grayson. He embraced the challenge, each covey a test of skill. Nigel taught us about the trees, plant life and habits of the birds that lived in the preserve. He gave Grayson an anatomy lesson right in the field with the quail. Telling a juvenile by its wing pattern, its gender by the coloring on their face and sharing the beauty of their design. Nigel’s enthusiasm for this bird made his lessons enthralling for us all.

That night, laughter, stories of the hunt and hide and seek filled the camp. Dinner, complete with apple pie. There was anticipation in the air as each boy was eager to learn what the next day would bring.

3:30 am wasn’t so bad on Sunday morning. Even though we were all a bit sore from the rough ride the day before, we were ready to go again. Sunday’s excursion brought more quail, broken down buggies, lost dogs, wildlife sightings and memories burned in our hearts.

Inspiration

Our weekend was over. Everyone began packing up their gear. I made my rounds thanking each person who was involved in such a magnificent event. Each took time away from their families for three days to spend one on one time with these children. The guide’s enthusiasm for their love of quail encourages and inspires the kids to carry on an American tradition that is being lost today. These men and women have a love for the dogs who devote their life to the hunt and to the conservation of quail who are diminishing fast in the wild.

Small groups of devoted people can make a powerful difference in the future of game hunting, one child at a time.

Full Circle

Upon our return home that evening, I watched as my son fried a batch of quail in his cast iron skillet. An overwhelming feeling of nostalgia came over me as memories of my childhood came full circle. Then, two generations later this American tradition is still alive, now at my dining room table.

My son has been forever changed by the opportunity to learn from those who are passionate about quail and their sustainability here in America. We were thankful as a family to sit down and eat a meal of, as Nigel would say, “ delicious little birds” that our young son harvested and prepared for us.

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