Finally, the Ruffed Grouse season
has begun for us! It was warmer than I had hoped for, and the forecast
suggests it will stay that way for the next week. Par for the course
these days, I guess. We've had to limit ourselves to morning hunts. It
was about 60 degrees when we started.Tasha,
the 13-year-old, got the call this morning. We went to her favorite
spot, and I was surprised to see no one else parked there. This loop
usually takes 60 to 90 minutes, depending on the number of birds we see
and how often she roams the woods. A nice breeze was in our faces, and
she pointed a grouse within the first five minutes. It flushed low and
away, offering no shot. Moments later, a second bird took off from a
tree; I shot but was way behind. About ten minutes later, Tasha went on
point again. She was only about ten yards off the trail, but the cover
is still thick enough that it took a moment to get to her. We had two
flushes—the first was a "hear-only," but I saw the second and took a
shot, only succeeding in taking out some leaves.
I
was already feeling overdressed, even though I was just wearing a thin
waffle thermal shirt and a lightweight orange shirt. As we neared the
halfway mark, we had a crosswind, and Tasha cast out about 100 yards
before going on point. She stayed steady, but I couldn't flush a grouse.
On the way back, she stayed mostly within 50 yards of the trail, which
seemed fine considering how thick the cover still is. We ended with four
more flushes and just one more shot that didn't connect. It was 70
degrees when I got back to the truck.
We
drove to the next spot we had planned to hunt, but someone else was
already parked there. We bagged the hunt for the day and just drove
around, scouting some spots for next time.