Well, I TRIED to hunt with a Parker

[Richard Flanders]

Went out to my favorite ptarmigan spot yesterday. Didn't see any tracks so I just snowshoed a trail on the hillside to scout for tracks and to put in a trail to use next time. I left the gun, 28" VH20, in the plane, of course, which guaranteed that I'd run into a bird, which I did. I watched it fly away feeling like an idiot. There were a lot of tracks, which was encouraging. Today was another brilliant sunny day so I loaded up and went back out to see if the bird would be in the same spot. Unfortunately, SOMEONE, not sure who, forgot to grab the forearm off the second set of bbls for the Repro 28. I certainly wouldn't ever do something that stoopid, now would I??? Anyway, putting my plane survival .22 into service as an alternate, the bird was very near to where I found it yesterday and was just consumed sauteed in a sherry/cream/mushroom sauce over rice. During the post hunt rest periods yesterday and today I read some of a friends dissertation on the gold deposits of southwest Alaska and sipped Earl Grey tea. Does it get any better than this?? TOMORROW I will remember the Repro forearm...