The only thing electronic we owned was a Radio back then. Black and White TV's were out but we didn't have one. Every night we sat on the front porch and shared our day with each other while the house cooled. Grandma hand stitched quilt squares until daylight died. Grandaddy and Uncle Bo talked about how folks crops looked, the weather, the fact Bream would soon be "beddin" giving us a rare opportunity to eat fish...and the fact that ticks was everywhere. Grandaddy was the master of mouth calls, he could call Crow, Turkey and Bob White using just his lips and lungs.
Bob White was what we called em, Quail I guess, was their given name. Grandaddy taught me to call em up just using my mouth as a whistle......and I spent many a cool evening sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair doing just that.   What a feeling it was to see a Bob White pop out into the open....turning in circles often...looking for the other bird it had been "talking to" for so long... only to look up and see me sitting there. I would scratch Bob's head and rub his side...I have always had a special fondness for dogs, probably because we always had Bird dogs for long as I could remember. Then as now "dogs was family" I don't get upset at too much but mistreat a dog and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Rattler was Granddaddy's dog and Bob belonged to Uncle Bo. Bob was a pointer of local legend, he would stop and raise his right front leg, his paw hanging at a ninety degree angle when he "found" birds at the command "Find em Bob, Find em." Although Uncle Bo would lend him to folks......he wouldn't hunt for everybody.......Bob didn't like mean people and like most dogs.... he was a good judge of character.