So where will the grouse be hiding? Much of that depends on the amount of snow and what the weather deals. Time will tell. I’ll be alone with my older wirehair, just the two of us, like we used to hunt most of the time. She’ll revel in her task. I plan to take loads of pictures to remember the weekend all through the winter, spring, and summer.
I’m sure we’ll poke around the softwoods down where the stream runs below the house. There’s shelter and abundant food for the grouse there. That logged over lot just over the town line had tons of birds in late October, so I’ll have to see if there’s still a few hanging around. And late one day we’ll have to check the clearcut by the apple trees and old field, that place from where a guy can walk for thirty miles to the east before he runs into another paved road. I just like the thought of that.
The one thing that I am sure of is that time is going to pass way too fast.