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Tales From Grouse Camp

Tales From Grouse Camp

  Four days off in October grouse camp sounds like heaven for me. Good friends, dogs, food, and traveling the grouse covers of Minnesota in the best time of the year. This year’s camp was soggy wet hunting and few ruffed grouse flushed. But the woodcock populations are just fine and allowed some gunning. Gear, ...

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Earn Every Bird

Earn Every Bird

In a word, the early season ruffed grouse and woodcock hunt is wet. Muddy, sloppy, over-the-boot-top and hop-from-hummock-to-hummock kind of wet. As wet as I’ve ever seen a grouse season. I bring two pairs of boots each weekend, as they get soaked and add a pound or two each boot. My boot dryer never got ...

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Are You Ready to Play Ball?

Are You Ready to Play Ball?

  The Season’s soon upon us. Are you ready? The bird counts are up, the weather’s cooler, an occasional leaf falls to the ground. September 16 is Day One of the finest season in the world. Hats of many colors Every season i get a new blaze orange hat. It’s the most visible part of ...

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Testimonials

  • Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac

    “There are two kinds of hunting: ordinary hunting, and ruffed-grouse hunting… There are two times to hunt in Adams: ordinary times, and when the tamaracks are smoky gold. This is written for those luckless ones who have never stood, gun empty and mouth agape, to watch the golden needles come sifting down, while the feathery rocket that knocked them off sails unscathed into the pines.”

    Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac
  • Tom F. Waters: Timberdoodle Tales, Adventures of a Minnesota Woodcock Hunter

    “The very word October, to most of us inhabiting these northern climes, is evocative of the bracing glories of autumn-colored coverts under the intense blue of northern skies. Shimmering golden coins on aspen branches all too soon drop their mintage to the forest floor; liquid amber tumbles in the cascades of a northern trout stream. These are the Octobers that woodcock hunters remember.”

    Tom F. Waters: Timberdoodle Tales, Adventures of a Minnesota Woodcock Hunter
  • Gordon MacQuarrie: The Gordon MacQuarrie Sporting Treasury

    “He is the original brown bomber. He is the fan-tailed drummer who gets on a down log and beats his short wings in a kettle drum roll. He is the shawl-necked grouse, legs feathered like fur chaps. He is born and mates and lives and dies usually within an area a mile square. He is the gourmet’s delight and the gunner’s Nemesis. He is as American as pumpkin pie and hickory smoked bacon.”

    Gordon MacQuarrie: The Gordon MacQuarrie Sporting Treasury


Ruffed Grouse Minnesota from Joel Schnell Photographer on Vimeo.