November 6, 2016 : With the passing of my father I've spent a good amount of time at the family cabin over the past few weeks. I hunted coverts my dad
and I frequented when he was of a mind to it with great success! I have to admit, I think dad was with me on these outings and it seemed more than luck was involved. The last hunt was north of McCall. The cover looked perfect - a mix of pine, aspen and willow.
The sun was on it's way down, with little time to hunt. I worked to the banks of the upper Payette River with the cottonwoods in full color against the dark greens of fir. With nothing encountered, I made it back to the trail I started from and spotted a little
meadow lined with pine and low lying willow. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and a large cock bird made the mistake of flushing into the open. What a lovely ruffed he was! Thankful for the gift of this special grouse.