“The Mortimer Double”

Tales of mule-drawn wagons, a cotton plantation in the Old South, disciplined pointing dogs and abundant bobwhite quail surrounded the breakfast fire. The Mortimer 12-gauge side-by-side slipped from its case and went hand-to-hand around the circle. It came to rest on a plank table as James Moss’ epic stories of rumbling wing-beats from a flushing covey continued…