coming upon a covey always has me giggling in a (sick, I guess) way...it so reminds me of the Battle of Isandlwana when in the terrible panic, the quartermaster was handing out the prescribed three rounds to the lads...there is always that moment when the covey goes up and you have to bite your bottom lip to help you focus!! Then, if you seriously botch it up, there is the Dog swearing at you![]()
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