Yup. My gimpy butt can't take much of that anymore. I've started an exercise regimen that hopefully will belie the notion that my best grouse hunting days are behind me.
1) The frosty cold morning of opening day of deer season: not to be missed.
2) The first squirrel of the year lying warmly in the game bag: nostalgic beyond measure.
3) A Canada goose flaring over the decoys: be still my beating heart.
4) Traipsing through the grouse woods on a crisp Indian Summer day: heaven on earth, and all of the above wrapped into one.
Last edited by gnoahhh; 03/20/15.
