Time to hang it up, another ruffed grouse closed in Minnesota. It’s been glorious, satisfying, maddening, frustrating all wrapped up into one. It left me wanting more, as it does every year.
One for the Books
It started with great promise of high bird numbers, but reality proved to be just an average year. As I suspected, the peak is yet to come in a year or so. Besides the failure of bird numbers, the rain was the story of the season. Drenching, soggy, puddling rains, twice a week all summer and fall long. My boot dryers got a workout, and on black Friday a new pair of gore-tex boots came to me. I’ll need new rain pants before next season too.
But enough of the negative, it was a grand grouse season as always. Good friends, good dogs, a few birds in the bag. Not bad, not bad at all.
Saying Goodbye to Barkley
Another bird dog went to heaven, on New Year’s Day to be exact. My buddy’s Gordon Setter Barkley passed. I’m glad we gave him a good hunt two weeks prior, and a few birds to point in the snow. He looks so happy romping with Levi in this picture, that’s how I’d want to remember him. Rest in Peace, Barkley.
By Joel Schnell
Posted January 15, 2018.
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