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South Georgia Cracker Quail Hunt 2018

2/19/2018

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By Sam Burnham, Curator
@C_SamBurnham


"In 1850, this redneck's great-great-great grandparents bought this farm..."

That's not my line. It's the line I was told to open this story with by said redneck who still retains possession of the farm to this day. He hatched an idea a few months back. By most measures of our times it was an idea that was ill-advised at best. Gather a few folks that only know each other via Twitter, add some adult beverages, music, an ammo box full of cigars, and, of course, firearms. 

What could possibly go wrong? 

Let's talk about part of the title. If you are new to the term "Cracker" you might be worried that we are throwing around a racial slur but that isn't the case. In Southern History, the Crackers were the settlers who moved in and settled the land, took up agriculture, especially cattle farming, and learned the ways the land worked and how to make a living off of it. The Crackers were typically found in Georgia and Florida. That's what we mean by Cracker. 

So a group of men descended from those settlers gathered in Lowndes County at the beautiful Franks Creek Farm, not too far from Snake Nation, to shoot the bull, some quail, and maybe some whiskey.

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Our adventure begins on a Friday afternoon as we all begin arriving at the farm. I was dilly dallying in Turner County (as is my habit when I'm near Turner County) when I received a message that Matt, our host, was about to go and retrieve dinner. Keith messaged that he was near Lakeland. I realized it was time to get back on the paved road. So at Inaha I got on I-75 and headed south at a much faster pace. I arrived at the farm and was greeted by a man I've known for some time now, but had never met in person. 

Let me say this. Matt Lawrence is a master of hospitality. And should he decide to open such adventures for paying customers, you need to become a patron. I cannot imagine a better host for such an event. We sat in rockers and camp chairs on the screened back porch of the ca. 1890s farmhouse and drank beverages and enjoyed cigars from the ammo can. We had an appetizer of freshly fried pork skins with pepper jelly from Woodstack BBQ Tavern in Valdosta. 

After everyone had arrived we moved to the dining room where we partook of more deliciousness from Woodstack - brisket, ribs, macaroni and cheese, greens, beans, and a desert of banana pudding. Matt had made homemade cornbread and had local cane syrup to go with it.  After dinner we sipped on Madeira and discussed how this wine came to America.

We moved back to the back porch and began to discuss numerous topics - some of which will be revisited in future posts. We had a Georgia playlist for our evening soundtrack which made music and musicians one of the topics of discussion. There were more cigars, more beverages, more stories. The conversation was so good we were shocked when Matt pointed out it was 1 am. We turned in for the night. 

We awoke to a heavy dew and a misty morning. The fog hung over the land and shrouded the pecan trees. It was a beautiful morning. We all got dressed and headed over to Church Street Coffee in Hahira for a great breakfast.  

Then it was back to the farm to prepare the guns, don our gear, have the safety briefing and then head to the hunting grounds. When you go deer hunting you basically sit alone, never make a sound, and wait for something interesting to happen. so my deer hunting usually devolves into sitting in the woods reading while holding a gun. Quail hunting, on the other hand, is a social activity. As you walk along you talk about the hunt itself, laugh and tease each other, tell old stories.  We had two pairs who took turns in shooting positions. J and Brandon hunted together while Keith and I made up the other pair. Matt, still adamant about being our host, refused to shoot, opting instead to work the dogs and be our guide. 
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The dogs are half the fun of quail hunting. Matt carried three along with us Mollie has a strong retriever instinct, so she came along just in case we needed to find a lost bird. Judge did most of the work with Jury coming in when Judge needed to take a breather. Matt used his whistle to signal the dog and we'd watch as he ran, the bell on his collar clanging so we never lost his direction, looking for a scent. When he'd find a covey of birds he would stop, body stiff and pointing at the birds. That was our cue to be ready to shoot. Matt would give the command and the dog would lunge forward, causing the quail to take flight. Then there would be gunfire...unless the quail flew back up in my face and toward my hunting buddies...or I pulled the trigger only to realize I still had the safety on...or the quail used the dog as a human...er...canine shield. Sometimes a bird would fall and sometimes they would get away. You might find them again for another shot or you might never see them again. That's all part of it.

Between our turns we'd sit back at the wagon and re hydrate. We'd watch the other pair of shooters and laugh as the two dogs with us would bark after each shot. They were all so eager to be the one that made pursuit after a shot. But only one dog at a time got to do that. 

At the close of our hunt we toasted each other with shots of whiskey. Then it was back to the farm house for lunch. Brandon had brought along some of his outstanding Grassroots Farms smoked sausage and he prepared it on the grill. 

The biggest highlight of the weekend was sitting and talking in person, putting a face with a name. We were fairly different people as far as careers, backgrounds, and such. But we also had a lot in common. I was, and remain, thankful for the conversations, the companionship, and the hospitality. 

I'll be revisiting parts of this trip and particular conversations in upcoming articles. But this is a good start, a foundation to build on. I also don't think that the 2018 South Georgia Cracker Quail Hunt will be the last you hear from this bunch...and a few other guys who may have missed out this time but will be heard from in the future. 
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Brandon and Matt Solving the World's Problems
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Keith, Judge, J, Brandon, Matt, Mollie
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