Some of the covey lit in trees, but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before they would flush.
If it flew farther, it was a greater distance than any covey has been known to fly, for we made wide arcs and circles with the indefatigable Steve and found no trace of it.
" It's really not so frightful to shoot them, " I told her, " for if a covey isn't shot into and broken up, it stays together and the quail don't mate that year" .