Did a bunch in PA back in the 70s, 80s, into the early 90s. All wild birds until near the end, then the catch and release started after the wild ones went into decline.
At the peak, one could hope to bag pheasants, rabbits, dove, squirrels, and the occasional quail. Great stuff, great exercise. I don’t hunt up there anymore, but my impression is it’s not anywhere near what it was. Hell, it wasn’t even before I quit.
There are grouse in the mountains here, but they’re very spotty, and too much hard work for a boomer with a bad knee, or even two good ones. Too bad, because they’re the tastiest IMO.
