Word: quails
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Even while he made his millions, Clint Sr. was never too busy for his boys. They lived in a lively, colorful and noisy household, populated by Clint Sr.'s business cronies, learned to play poker and to hunt squirrel, duck and quail in the best Texas style. When John was only ten, Clint began teaching him the basic lessons in financial gain: you can buy something, and make a profit on it, without using your own money. He sold John a calf on credit for $25, took his signed note to pay the price plus interest. Young John later...
Ruark learned to read, mind his manners and hunt quail under the guidance of his grandfather, a leathery old Southport, N.C., Socrates who, in his literary reincar nation in The Old Man and the Boy, was good company but perhaps a little too fond of saying such things as "children ain't nothin' but puppies anyhow." This second book is more of the same, with a few of Ruark's African adventures thrown in. Like the first, it is written in sloppy, shoes-off language, and the fact that the author now buys his shoes for pounds...
...home again. It may occur to the reader that what the author has preserved is not merely leaf pressings of his own boyhood. The time has passed already, for instance, when most boys in the U.S. dreamed for three months a year of the opening of quail season. For that matter, the time has passed already when an African safari was something more than a long bus ride. It is well known that reminiscence disarrays the wits, and that the old days were by no means as good as the present ones. But city boys and city men who read...
...still has a young man's grace when he swings a long leg over the saddle and rides out to the field trials to match his bird dogs against the best in the nation. Rival trainers unabashedly gawk when Morton and his pointers begin to hunt for quail in the South's winter-barren cornfields and amid the tufts of sedge and lespedeza. "Clyde Morton," says one owner, "is to dog trials what Babe Ruth was to baseball...
Morton not only has permanently retired ten of the sport's major trophies, but he has eleven times won the "world series" of field trials: the National Bird Dog championship, held near Grand Junction, Tenn., where the quail burst into the air like clouds of ash, and the loping dogs may cover up to 45 miles during a three-hour hunt...