Sunrise was killa...
One of my other sicknesses is that I enjoy Grouse hunting, or Grouse walking as I like to call it. It's basically a sweet quiet hike in the woods every September, a great way to explore the area, find potential new single track and then blast the living hell out of the silent morning should you happen to stumble across any birds. Nothing better than the serenity of the Colorado High Country suddnely being shattered by the flush of a big Bloue Grouse and then proceeding to swing and crush, then eat of course. This time of year the birds can be found low, 7000-8000 feet of elevation, as the season cool they will migrate higher to different food sources. This morning was the typical opener, walk for two hours, beat yourself up in the thick berry, scrubby, quakie cover, see nothing, then get back to you vehicle where they are sitting on the hood of your car.So after two consecutive years of getting skunked on the opener, the drought ended.
Perfect.
Classic Grouse Cover..
I need a cup of jo.... I guess this qualifies me as a "moderate democrat".
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