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.
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| 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.
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| Colby on bird scent. |
Let us hope.
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