|My youngest brother, Bo, and I with two ruffed grouse|
More hungry than proud
Last weekend I went grouse hunting with my father and my youngest brother. Our intent was to collect enough game for a meal, figuring we needed about four birds for four people. Now, I hadn't used a shotgun for a number of years, so when my dad gave me the option between the pump and the single shot break action, I took the old single shot out of familiarity. Well, familiarity and my brother challenged me to use it (it's an unwritten rule you can't turn down a brother challenge).
We set out on a logging road that began in an old clear-cut and wound back to a dense stand of mature hardwood. We switched off as point man around every couple corners, as those tend to be the best chance you have at catching a grouse off guard just long enough to get in a shot.
We made it all the way through the 2-year-old clear-cut without a trace of partridge, though we did see a few deer. To be honest, it was probably our constant chatter that cleared out any game in the area as we spent the first mile catching up on life. It wasn't until we flushed a bird 10 yards in front of us that we finally cut the talk and all ducked into hunting mode.