pickled quail eggs?!

Go away Dick. Don't you have someone to shoot in the face by "accident" on a quail hunting adventure?

What is it with Vice Presidents shooting defenseless animals with semi-automatic weapons from vehicles? Didn't Cheney shoot quail in a box from a car with a rifle?

I am right now reading a book called "That Quail, Robert" (published in 1966) about a couple who find a quail egg that hatches and they adopt the bird which becomes, in essence, their child. Several scenes in the book are similar to this video, with the bird annoying a cat or dog and the animals, allowing it.
It's a great short read.

I once accidentally killed a quail.
I was walking down the path to the backdoor and I guess the quail family gathered at the quail block didn't hear me because when I got right up on them they all freaked out and one of them flew a straight line right for the upstairs windows....THUNK. He flopped around for a while (which was disturbing) but he was gone.
We decided to honor the death so we dressed it and vaccum-sealed & froze the tiny carcass since people do eat these things. So tiny, though, if we're gonna have a meal of quail some day I'm gonna have to go out and scare a LOT more of them.
ha!

At the end the guy talks about how this could be justified. It seems obvious to me. Pal of Dick Cheney (called Hunt, FFS) clearly they don't need a fence because Cheney will go quail hunting there.

It's funny, and I'm somewhat squeamish about hunting, but I think he might be barking up the wrong tree.

Quail hunting is actually one of the more lively and challenging types of hunting (if done reasonably). You're walking a lot, trying to lead and control dogs, trying to find the covey's, and regardless of what Lewis Black thinks it takes pretty good reflexes and aim to shoot wild birds as they scatter. If they're pen-raised or have their wings clipped then yes it's much less sporting.

Deer hunting I would say is less sporting, because you're typically sitting in a stand or a blind for hours just waiting for a deer to wander past. You can take your time, line up a good shot, and blam.

Also most properties will have fencing. That doesn't make it any less sporting with regard to deer or quail because they can both easily go over or through those fences. And the ranch that Cheney was hunting on is insanely huge so a fence around the perimeter could still be miles away.

hunting quail?

Ich have nevir heard of thys gentil yclept Bill Bailey, but he is mooste humorous in his tale of dronken revelrie.

"Three fellows wenten into a pubbe,
and gleefully their hands did rubbe,
in expectacion of revelry,
for twas the hour known as happy.

Great bottles of wine did they quaff,
and hadde a really goode laff,
'till drunkenness held full dominion,
for 'twas two for the price of one.

Yet after wine and meade and sack,
man must have a massive snack,
great pasties from Cornwall,
Scottish eggs, round like a ball.

Great hams, quail, duck and geese,
they sucked the bones and drank the grease.
One fellow stood all pale and wan,
for he was a vegiterian.

Yet man knoweth that gluttony stoketh the fire of lechery,
upon three young wenches round and sly the fellows cast a wanton eye,
One did approach with drunken wink,
'allow daaahlin – you fancy a drink?

Soon they court them on their knee – 'twas like some grotesque puppetry,
such was the lewdness and debauchery 'twas like a sketch by Dick Emery,
Except Dick Emery is not yet born,
so that comparison may not be drawn.

But then the fellows began to pale,
for Quale are not the friend of ale,
And in their bellies much confusion,
from their throats, vile extruision!

Stinking foul coruption,
came spewing forth from drooling lips,
the fettid stench did fill the pubbe,
'twas the very arse of Belzibubbe.

Thrown they were, from the Whore and Trumpet,
In the street, no coin, no strumpet,
homeward bound must quickly go,
and to that end, a donkey stole.

Their hands all with vomit greased,
the donkey – was not pleased,
and threw them into a ditch of shite,
they all agreed – "what a brilliant night!"