If you spend enough time in the woods every September like Elmer Fudd walking ( I do not actually consider it hunting) for Blue Grouse without the helpful nose of a dog, you will eventually have the odds change dramatically in your favor on rare occassions. Spend enough time studying where the birds are at different times of the "season", what they like to eat, when they like to eat, and you may one day stumlbe right into a pile of em. Well, after three years of some pretty shit luck and walking tens of miles without nary a twitch of a trigger, tonight was the night of a season, as the birds were walked upon quickly, and flushed just perfectly for a limit to be taken, and when that was over, the remainder of the covey flushed and scattered. For those of you whom find this story a bit "off", well, if you eat chicken, I do not want to hear about it. For it is about the walk, and not the harvest. But boy, dem burds are gonna be a good ol tasty belly filler.
Work till 5, head home and pound some dinner, get a late start on a windy eve, drive WAY up high and stumble right into a BIG covey of birds at dusk. Winter please stay away for a while.
Unfortunately for these birds I had just pounded a 64 oz. ice cold Rockstar when they decided to flush...
The drive home off of Hardscrabble was pretty amazing...
A VERY rare limit of grouse...pretty perfect night
A quick brine and it tastes just like chicken...
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