The Grouse Chronicles


For the Capital City Weekly

“Why’d you shoot the fork?”

“Don, there were so many horns I just chose a body.”

Thus, my first ever deer was a tall 2×2 rather than one of the three 4-point bucks that were in the same group. I saw horns and panicked.

I’m glad it worked out the way it did because if my first ever deer had been a 4-point, I would have had nowhere to go. You earn a 4-point, you don’t get one on day one.

I like having success proportional to time and effort, though it is nice to catch a break once in a while.

I have discussed my desire over the past month to find a hooting grouse and make it dinner but I was way too early in the season. Patience would bring mating season.

Now, it’s primetime and when I heard my first hoot of the spring, I gave chase.
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