- Posted by Jared Nelson
Notes from a Quail Hunter’s Wife
Notes from a Quail Hunter’s Wife | Let’s start this way – it’s not the ideal situation. I know for a fact that I am not alone in my sometimes feelings that quail or any upland bird, really, take up FAR too much of my husbands time. The sport is not something that I understand. I literally cannot fathom the thought of spending the entire off season perfecting that “Chicago” call and playing fetch and point em’ with the dogs in the back yard. Sometimes I could swear to you that my husband has gone loony. Especially the time I went out to the chicken coop and found it loaded with Bob White quail – how did they get there?
My hubs has lured me on more than one “exciting adventure”. I remember when he said to me, “Let’s go enjoy the red rocks of Sedona”. I thought he meant spas and vortexes. Alas I found myself on many a back road getting up close and personal with some of those red rocks all the while hiking through desert terrain, being prickled by cactus and following my beautiful dogs (who, by the way, somehow flip their loyalty switch from me to Jared during quail season. Rude.) in search of Arizona quail.
But gosh, when those dogs go on a hard point and Jared flushes out the birds – there really is on other feeling like it! What a thrill to see all my husband’s hard work pay off in such a flurry of excitement. For this novice, the cherry on top is watching the dogs retrieve the shot quail and bring them back to us.
I will probably never become the avid hunters wife who spends 300-400 hours in the field every year. Making sure I do spend at least one weekend a month on the hunt with Jared, though, has really changed our marriage . We find that we have more in common and I have more understanding when Jared plays quail calls off of YouTube every evening when I am trying to watch Real Housewives. In the end I think that allowing my husband the freedom he needs to roam is the most important thing. By supporting his passion and encouraging his success we have become more of a team. It doesn’t hurt, either, when he bring home a few of those wildflowers and cooks quail for dinner.