Ugh!
This hill was tougher than the last one but I got er' done. When I topped out I was pleasantly suprised to find a beautiful grassy ridge with good cover on one side and a treeline about 100 yards below.
I followed it a bit, zig zagging back and forth to birdy looking spots and all of a sudden came across this:
Oh my, a saddle between two ridges with intersecting road cuts, timber on one side grassy ridge on the other. And the spring was up there too.
I've been looking for places like this since I was a teenager.
If this spot was a woman, she'd be talkin' dirty to me.
I didn't even have to question it, I had the safety off and started hearing wings before I could get within range.
By the time I got to the lip of the saddle, birds were exploding left and right, coming out of trees going every which way they could.
I've been in this situation a few times but even those experiences haven't changed my intitial reaction when it happens.
Adrenalin overload, I was lobbing off hasty shots and missing, bug eyed and frothing at the mouth.
Too much! Accck!!!
First three shots didn't connect at all, birds were raining down from all sides as I jacked three more shells into the Wingmaster.
I managed to take a deep breath, calmed down and took a bead on the next bird which took off right at my feet with it's sibling.
Another miss, damn I'm rusty.
But then, it all came together. The second bird took my #5's and went down hard, the first one went in a tree.
I eyeballed the one in the tree, I could have popped him there but decided against it. I took my chances, walked down and found a trail of feathers...
10 feet below I find this beautiful first year bird. Very chunky for early September.
So, the bird in the tree? It was still there. I approached the tree so I had a clear shot if/when it took off.
It took off and dang' did I bust that one bad, waaay high, trailing feathers all the way down.
Feeling a little more confident, knowing I could chase down another bird and probably get an easy kill I figured two was enough. I'll give this place a rest, let the birds get bigger and come back later in the season.
Besides that there was still some other spots I wanted to check out.
And boy howdy did they check out, less than a quarter mile from my last stand I jumped another 20-30 birds. Busted the first one I saw on a right to left downhill shot and it was game over.
Days like these are what I live for. Took a pic of the gun and pack, with my homemade bird stringer.
A closer look, just something I created with a boot lace, a carabiner and a few washers.
It works pretty well. Can't put the birds in the day pack because that has my water, extra ammo, clothes and emergency stuff.
Got a bonus on the way down too.
Jumped a dozen ruffeds in a berry patch and got my first ruffed of the year ON the fly. I take Ruffeds any way I can get em', just not a lot of chances to get them on the wing.
So I guess I got a little of the rust off.
Back at the truck, the curse of hairy legged guys in shorts.
BUUUUURRRSSS!
Saw this little lady and her twins, picture is a little blurry.
And of course, the glory shot on the tail gate of the Blue Puddle jumper of grouse elation....
Oh yummers, grouse fajitas tomorrow!