Lame quail trip

I was on the fence about going, but Ed talked me into it. It was nice to go hunting, and the weather was good for camping, but WHERE ARE THE FUCKING BIRDS????!?!?!!!!? I think I saw, at the outside, 30 birds, and had decent shots at 4 of them. WTF?!?!! This was at the Promised Land! Even on slow years, there have been dozens of birds, with us ending up busting at least 6 good sized coveys over a weekend. I really don't know what the problem is. Maybe it's been too wet? The winter was mild, and it looked to me like there was plenty of food, water, and roost. Grrrrrr.
On a happy note, D shot his first quail. I'm glad he got to do that.