Our Story

It all started when…

Growing up in the in the late 50's and 60's on farms in Denmark and Cope South Carolina, I remember loading up the dogs and going quail hunting every Saturday with my father and who he choose to take with him on this day. It was someone different every time. Our family was known for having the good bootleg whiskey and the best bird dogs anywhere around. People would come and buy both from my dad. Lottie, Joe, Sam, and let's don't leave out Ringo, just to name a few. I recall doctors, lawyers, coaches, pharmacist and many other business professionals showing up at our house just to go hunting with these dogs. I remember at about the age of 7 or so, my dad would take me and I would stay at the truck until they walked and hunted a ditch row or small head of woods. I had my daisy BB gun and would practice shooting at posts and bottles. One day my father, (Oh by the way his name is Driver) told me if I wanted to walk with them I had to learn how to get down on the ground when the birds were flushed. I couldn't be any higher than the dogs back and on all fours when the birds hit the air and the shooting started. On this particular day, I heard the doctor say Driver, Lottie is pointed over here. Go ahead and flush um. The sound of 25 quail hitting the air at once and 5 or 6 shots fired and then the command Hunt dead, hunt dead. I loved it!  In the 1973 I started hunting with my 2 friends (Fletcher & Johnny Earl) and we hunted every Saturday from dawn to dusk on thousands of acres. We had good dogs and if Fletcher would take a notion he would buy another one. The three of us would bag 15 to 20 birds every Saturday. We planted and fed our coveys and took care in management of them. Well, in the 80's something happened - we already noticed that the birds were disappearing over the last few years of the 80's. We watched the number of coveys and they were gone. We started buying pen raised birds and releasing them, but that was a joke. Even Ike, Dot, Blazer and Dan knew the difference. So I told Fletcher and Johnny Earl that I was going to raise us some birds that would be like the ones we used to hunt. Over the past 25 years I have seen my birds do some amazing stuff! Chris is my oldest of 4 sons and he is the only one who has experienced the wild ones in front of great dogs. He and I want to bring quail hunting back to the way it was in the 60's & 70's and the only and I mean only way is to have great flying and conditioned birds.