Aw, shucks. Thanks!
Today was, ummmm, interesting.
We never had a hunting dog while I was growing up -- when I wanted to grouse hunt, I was the dog. Greenbriers, rhododendron (I hate that *%&$#&^@ asymmetrical plant!), blackberries, wild grapes, nothing was too thick to bust through if there was a slim likelihood of flushing a bird.
Whew! I'm not 18 anymore. Probably covered a dozen miles, almost all off trail. Blowing snow with about 2" on the ground. The only grouse I saw all day flushed about 75 yards out and sailed down into the hemlocks in the valley bottom. By the time I got down there it was long gone.
Second coolest part of the day involved me topping a ridge and seeing a large, rusty coyote looking down into the valley. I leaned against a red spruce and watched for a bit. He ambled along the ridge, keeping a close eye down the slope (away from me). When he got to about 50 yards away I pulled my iPhone out and tried to get it to turn on, but it must have gotten too cold -- was displaying a low battery indicator. I grumbled and cursed at the phone, and when I looked up the yote was running right at me. I stepped away from the tree and shouted, which didn't have the desired effect -- he kept coming at a surprisingly fast clip. Well OK, that's the way this is going to go. I shouldered my shotgun and put a warning shot into the ground in front of him, at which point he skidded to a stop, wheeled, and ran back along the ridgeline. Glad I didn't have to pop him, but amazed that he showed no fear...
Coolest part of the day involved the drive out -- I stopped by a favorite brookie creek and found new signage, with an illustration that looked familiar. Didn't even fish, just cracked a beer and sat by the stream until it got dark.
I've got a good feeling about 2014.