We just returned from a few days up north. It’s been one of the mildest winters ever, with little snow cover or precipitation of any kind, so what usually would have been a weekend of snowshoeing turned out to be a weekend of hiking. That’s fine.
|In the woods there was snow|
Everywhere we hiked, we found ruffed grouse, or rather the dogs did. Usually the birds were in clusters of two or three, and mostly along the edge of softwoods. We did see three sitting up in a poplar right on Route…oh yes, I like to keep where I hunt secret!
So it looks like a healthy number of grouse survived the winter. Now comes the big wait, where we chew our nails and watch the weather. When the young of the year hatch, we hope for dry weather until they get their feathers. If the hatch is good this year, after the bumper crop of birds last year, this could be the year of a lifetime.
|Colby on bird scent.|
Let us hope.