Growing up in Maine we had Ruffed Grouse and Partridge. Ruffed Grouse were hunted by snooty flatlanders from Massachusetts, and would only shoot them on the wing after being flushed by a dog. The locals shot Partridge sitting in an apple tree or on the ground, giving zero fuggs what anybody thought of it. Here in Alaska most everyone shoots grouse with a .22, and many hunt Ptarmigan the same way. Again, with zero fuggs given about what some uppity prick thinks about it. Meat in the pot tastes the same.
