
With game birds, habitat is key. Without proper habitat, you’ll not have game birds. You can stock them, but without proper cover, they will fall to predation. And without proper access to cultivated fields and open pasture, the birds won’t make it long.
My grandparents and great grandparents lived in a land very different from the dense woodlands that cover most of West Virginia today. The land was used for intensive agricultural enterprises. The land was at best marginal to large scale crop production, but because they relied so much on what they could grow, they had to work as much of the land as possible.
When Europeans first came to this part of West Virginia, they cut small clearings in the forest and then shot all the wolves, cougars, and bears. They relied on wild game and domestic hogs for meat. They later took up small scale grazing of sheep and cattle. When the timber companies came in the decades following the Civil War, the forests were almost entirely cleared
Then market hunters killed off most of the white-tailed deer and wild turkeys, and everyone came to rely on domesticated animals for meat. Hog-raising and cattle husbandry became skills that were passed on from generation to generation.
As a result of having so much open land where corn and other grains could be grown, the northern bobwhites were the most common game bird.
Now, bobwhites do need some cover. They have to have it to hide from predators, and because they roost on the ground, they need some dense bushes to cover them up.
However, they do tend to thrive where there are fields of grain and pasture land. These areas are even better for them if there are some areas at the edges of the cultivated land with some of those dense thickets.
The way pastures and agricultural land was maintained in those days was to leave some “waste” at the edge of the field. The really super-powerful mowing machines were unknown in those days, and most crops and hay were cut using scythes. It would be too much effort to cut the waste at the edge of the field, so these areas were left intact for the bobwhites.
Also, because the land was open, the hawks didn’t have many perches from which to launch their attacks. Except for the harrier, most hawks can’t hover in the air and then drop down on their prey.
By the 1970’s, though, things changed. Scientific management of forests had finally begun to pay off in West Virginia. Agriculture became much more profitable and efficient in other areas of the country, so people were less interested in farming the high ridges. It was cheaper to buy food at the grocery store. Also, the post-war industrial boom had provided new incentives for people leave the hills and give up on hill-farming forever. As a result of these changes, the land was becoming more and more forested.
The bobwhites lost their food source, and it also became easier for the hawks to hunt them. The hawks now had far more platforms from which to swoop down on the bobwhites.
After losing much of their food souce and having lost their ability to avoid predation, bobwhite numbers began to decrease.
Then in the late 70’s, harsh winters did them in. They simply could not put up with that much snow and such low temperatures.
By the time I was born, the bobwhite had disappeared from most of West Virginia. And it hasn’t returned since.
Quail Forever’s 2008 hunting forecast for West Virginia painted a bleak picture:
With approximately three-quarters of the state in forested land, marginal habitat and limited agricultural production, bobwhite opportunities in the Mountain State remain limited. The best quail habitat lies in the Greenbrier River Valley, the eastern panhandle and in isolated pockets along the Ohio River Valley. West Virginia hunters can again expect to see a harvest of less than 1,000 bobs.
I don’t live in any of those places. And when they say “Ohio Valley,” they mean the lower part of the Ohio Valley in West Virginia, where the land is largely flat and still open. Indeed, there are lots of large farms for corn and tobacco down there. Where I live, you aren’t going to see anything like that.
So I live in a bobwhite-free zone. However, we have plenty of other animals. We have a growing population of wild turkeys, a sizeable population of ruffed grouse, and very good woodcock numbers. These animals didn’t do so well when the land was open and full of cornfield and pastures. And partly because the forests have returned, we now have a growing black bear population. And I don’t have to mention that we have tons of deer.
It’s not unusual to hear old-timers wax romantic about those long days in the hayfields, where they spend hour after hour swinging a scythe through the tall grass. As the sweat would pour from their brows, they would hear the little feeding calls of the bobwhites as they scurried around the fields, catching little insects and nibbling on tiny grass seeds.
But those days are past. The ubiquitous nature of the bobwhite in those days was an unnatural occurence. Like the farmers, the little game birds relied upon an unnaturally open landscape to make their living, and once people found they no longer had farm in order to eat, the land returned to the dense forests. And these forests were no homes for the bobwhites.
Because I grew up in a land of dense forests, I was more likely to see a black bear than a bobwhite. I think I can handle the trade.




This past winter I hunted some state land with my springer. I haven’t seen quail here for maybe 20 years. We flushed a covey of nice healthy birds. I didn’t hear them call but they reassembled maybe 30 yards away and we flushed them again.
This field looked beautiful. Very large, grass interspersed with some small pines and some brush but mostly grass. When I saw the state biologist I told him . I knew that the state was doing quail counting to get an idea of the population size. He told me that the field I was in was the result of a controlled burn that he managed. This was done to recreate some of the habitat.
This made my day. Although we didn’t get any pheasants, just seeing the quail in a field that was a reminder of how things once were gave me such a great feeling.
George, you weren’t in central Ohio, were you?
Ohio has them. Virginia has them. But most of West Virginia has no bobwhites at all. We have more pheasants than bobwhites, and that’s mainly because the pheasants are stocked by landowners who want something to shoot and they do okay at adapting to dense woodland habitat (but I wouldn’t say they thrive here.)
My grandpa is the last member of the family to have shot bobwhites in West Virginia.
My great-grandpa had a cornfield just behind the house, and that fall, he’d leave some of it to stand to entice the wildlife.
Well, my grandpa showed up at my great-grandpa’s house and told him that he was going to shoot a few “quail.”
“I believe they are down in the bottom,” my great-grandpa told him. The bottom was right along the river in front of the house.
“Nah, dad, I think I’ll check up there in that stand of corn behind the house. That’s where the quail always were.”
“No, I heard ’em calling down in the bottom.”
“Well, I’ll check up in the corn patch, then I’ll go check the bottom.”
And with that my grandpa went into the cornfield, flushed the quail and shot them. Six nice little quail, perfect for a nice evening meal.
My great grandpa knew something my grandpa didn’t.
He knew those the bobwhite was on its way out in this part of the world. He didn’t want my grandpa to shoot them because he really liked hearing their calls as they foraged in fields near their home. He’d grown up hunting bobwhites and grouse, and he didn’t want them to go.
Those six bobwhites were the last ones anyone in my family has ever killed in West Virginia. My grandpa tried to stock them on his property, but he got 96 little birds that were tamer than any chicken. The hawks, the cats, and foxes had a banquet for a couple of months.
I was hunting Long Island, New York. Long Island had some great quail habitat but this has disappeared due to development. What I saw was a really picturesque field that could have come out of a picturebook. The quail population has suffered which has resulted in closed seasons on Long Island’s state lands. About 2 weeks after I had flushed this covey an unknowing hunter shot 6 quail out of this covey. He was caught and fined for the illegal birds. I have this information because I am a sportsman’s ed instructor and I talk to the biologists here.
Pheasants here are mostly released birds. There may be some escaped quail from field trials but what I saw were wild birds. In a single word—beautiful.
Check this out. a biologist is helping reintroduce bobwhites to Long Island. Maybe that’s where the birds came from: