On opening morning of the 2012 quail season we pulled our truck up alongside the field we intended to hunt. It was about 30 minutes before shooting time. We arrived early enough to listen for the covey calls as the birds awoke from the chilly night. At about 15 minutes before sunrise, in the still of the morning the coveys started sounding off, one by one. We were surrounded by quail. The hair stood up on the back of my neck as my son Andrew commented how lucky we were that they were not zombies or we would be in deep trouble!