11/06/2025
I spent my birthday hunting grouse in far northern Minnesota. It was a lot tougher going than yesterday. I only had four flushes all day and took a long shot through the thick woods at one, but apparently didn't connect. Oh, well, I got plenty of quality time with the dogs. I got to see my puppy, Graham, start to figure out this woods hunting. And old-timer Bart busted the brush like a champ.
This morning Bart was about ten yards from me and a grouse flushed right between us, but I was in thick aspen and I couldn't swing my gun barrel to shoot it. βΉοΈ
Oh, well, I figure anyone who can still put on 11 miles in the woods at the ripe old age of 65 has no right to complain.