ACP230
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It was a fine day. Mid sixties, sunny, breezy. I had a new box
of 20 gauge No. 6 shells and nothing to do but hunt grouse till I got
tired.
Got to the woods at 10:27. There is an apple tree that sometimes
holds grouse around then. Not this year. The road down to the creek
is badly eroded now. In a few years I think it will be unusable. Then the
trees will grow back in. There were deer, wild turkey, and large canine tracks (wolf?) on it. No grouse today, however.
Across the creek I got cussed by two red squirrels. Heard a couple of
grouse-like noises but saw none--for a while. Just before the spot I had
picked to turn around one jumped up from a sidehill. It flew right to
left but at an odd angle. I shot at it and didn't hear any more wing beats.
So I climbed the hill slipping and sliding, holding onto trees and bushes. Rain in the days before had slicked everything up.
I had made it to the area where I thought the bird might have fallen and was looking around when my phone rang.
It was my wife who was picking apples near where we'd parked.
"A dozen turkeys just walked past the truck." she said. I had a fall turkey
license but wasn't in the right place--again. Jumped a couple late one
afternoon last year. They make a lot of racket taking off.
Supposed to rain for the next two days. If we get a break I'll try the
another part of the area. If not, it'll be Sunday before I get out again.
of 20 gauge No. 6 shells and nothing to do but hunt grouse till I got
tired.
Got to the woods at 10:27. There is an apple tree that sometimes
holds grouse around then. Not this year. The road down to the creek
is badly eroded now. In a few years I think it will be unusable. Then the
trees will grow back in. There were deer, wild turkey, and large canine tracks (wolf?) on it. No grouse today, however.
Across the creek I got cussed by two red squirrels. Heard a couple of
grouse-like noises but saw none--for a while. Just before the spot I had
picked to turn around one jumped up from a sidehill. It flew right to
left but at an odd angle. I shot at it and didn't hear any more wing beats.
So I climbed the hill slipping and sliding, holding onto trees and bushes. Rain in the days before had slicked everything up.
I had made it to the area where I thought the bird might have fallen and was looking around when my phone rang.
It was my wife who was picking apples near where we'd parked.
"A dozen turkeys just walked past the truck." she said. I had a fall turkey
license but wasn't in the right place--again. Jumped a couple late one
afternoon last year. They make a lot of racket taking off.
Supposed to rain for the next two days. If we get a break I'll try the
another part of the area. If not, it'll be Sunday before I get out again.