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S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 1 9 S ometimes it's hard to cross the waters, even when there's a bridge. We had hunted that morning, Mister Bob, Mister Eddie, and I, on Mister Bob Barnhill's fine holding across the Tar. In the saddle, with a foursome of strong dogs—pointers and setters—laying out boldly upon the front. On into the afternoon, until the sun was pulling pink and lavender bed sheets up under its chin, soon to bid adieu. By then, the dogs had stood 14 times on as many coveys, and we'd watched, ever entranced, as "There they go!". . . others had lifted wild. As Mister Bob would attest, it had proven the best hunt of the season on those grounds, at the tag end of harsh, punishing weeks of snow, ice, cold, and freezing rain. That had rendered the birds fatally besieged and scarce. Until today, when the mercury had i r s t L i g h t F Mike Gaddis Hunting the bobwhites of Grimesland—and other Confederate haunts. The original Grimes mansion has been restored to its pristine and historically authentic splendor. finally shed its winter malaise and soared into the high 70s, bringing long-suffering relief. The birds were jittery, and once up, fleet of wing. Early-release birds that had survived both winged and four-footed predators for six months, and the bitterest winter in a hundred years. Evasive