The hunter who hunts alone.....

Driving out in the dark isn't a problem. No conversation but with some tunes and coffee, it's ok. When you walk through the woods, you remember certain spots, where you or one of your buddies made a great shot (or blew one). Memories of previous hunts... You look to the left and then to the right, and no one is there.... Fortunately for me I had someone right behind me. My beautiful wife of 38 years refused to let me go alone, and knew I had to go. So, she trudged along to keep me company. I worked spots that would be easier on her and when she got tired, let her rest in the truck while I walked a couple of short stretches. We didn't hunt all day and if you measured success by the number of birds we brought home, well then it wasn't a successful hunt. We drove a bunch of gravel back roads home, stopped at the Dairy Queen and admired some Amish buildings along the way. It was a good hunt with some good memories.....

Sometimes there ain't no justice!!

First shot in his life at a flying grouse. If Walker hadn't missed the next three I probably would have to have left him in the woods.....

The Hunters.........

Well, the grouse faced Alva, Kurt and myself. We threw 172 years of experience at them. Five died, we all survived. Next week the survivors face me and a man called Walker. The week after, maybe just me.....

THE NORTHERN CONTEST

Thanks to a great bunch of guys who once again almost killed themselves hauling docks and a lift out of the lake..... Oh, and by the way, if anyone is short on cash, Kurt has 90 bucks!!