The men who used to handle and run my bird dogs competitively were rural white Georgians, so I have a certain idea what you’re talking about with the culture.

Being a Michigander always set me apart in camp. Most of the handlers and trainers were from Georgia, Alabama, or Tennessee, with a smattering from other southern states.

Many of us owners were Yankees. Our money was good, but somehow we could never quite seem to break into the inner circles of the sport. All the best horse trading and deal making had to make it past the good ole boy network.

I found the insularity amusing and charming then. As a fervent Democrat now, I’m hoping it works in our favor.

Thanks for an illuminating article.