Scouting Woodcock - No Joy

[edgarspencer]

Everything said above about Woodcock, sums up how I feel about Grouse. No irony at all, but the day, last fall, that I thought there may be something to this little bird, was the day I turned 75. I was walking the edges, as my daughter and our guide worked the thick. I got to see her take her first ever woodcock, and her first ever grouse. If there is a way to quantify pure joy, that day trumped my best day for actual kills. To me, a nice day walking the woods with a nice gun, getting that rush when a bird flushes, and being there to see my daughter doing what her father and grandfather loved, is a pretty fine day.