The season started with a bang, lots of them. A good grouse population the year before combined with a mild dry spring created a year of abundant grouse. Yesterday, figuring conservatively, three of us hunting moved thirty-eight grouse during five hours of hunting. That easily is the best day of my life. Thirty bird days are almost unheard of.
The day before we moved over twenty woodcock, so this may well be the season we talk about for the rest of our lives.
|Colby with a grouse|
Last night, three tired hunters celebrated with over woodcock and grouse for dinner, while four tired dogs slept silently.