Lawnboy has been telling me about a spot with lots of grouse and a few elk. So, with a morning not obligated to other things I told him I would tag along, rain and all. I told him I would not get up that early or drive that far merely for elk. There had better be grouse.
While Lawnboy was running around chasing bugles, he was flushing grouse from every little brush pile. The guy has lost his mind; probably blew chances on three limits of grouse while chasing an elk (or another hunter) up the ridge. Not sure we are compatible archery elk hunting partners.
I finally got out ahead and arrowed one before he could chase it off. While I was dancing in jubilation at making a great 18 yard shot at a cagey ruffed grouse strutting through the reproduction, Lawnboy was scowling at me to shut up. Guess he heard a bugle just up the trail. Bugles be damned when there are grouse to be had.
Though he messed up my other two grouse stalks, all is right in my world. I have grouse in the cooler waiting for me to get home and fire up the grill. And, I've found a new grouse spot if Bart will allow me to come back and clear the nuisance species from his wake. All ruffs, too; a huge bonus.
Bart says the one bull I called in emerged from a thick mess, looking at him from almost petting distance. Until I see it on footage, I call BS. If the rain would stop up in these mountains, I would finish out this limit of grouse, a worthy cause to get drenched.
Yes, all is right in my world today.
While Lawnboy was running around chasing bugles, he was flushing grouse from every little brush pile. The guy has lost his mind; probably blew chances on three limits of grouse while chasing an elk (or another hunter) up the ridge. Not sure we are compatible archery elk hunting partners.
I finally got out ahead and arrowed one before he could chase it off. While I was dancing in jubilation at making a great 18 yard shot at a cagey ruffed grouse strutting through the reproduction, Lawnboy was scowling at me to shut up. Guess he heard a bugle just up the trail. Bugles be damned when there are grouse to be had.
Though he messed up my other two grouse stalks, all is right in my world. I have grouse in the cooler waiting for me to get home and fire up the grill. And, I've found a new grouse spot if Bart will allow me to come back and clear the nuisance species from his wake. All ruffs, too; a huge bonus.
Bart says the one bull I called in emerged from a thick mess, looking at him from almost petting distance. Until I see it on footage, I call BS. If the rain would stop up in these mountains, I would finish out this limit of grouse, a worthy cause to get drenched.
Yes, all is right in my world today.
