I am not a hunter. No way will I kill another creature unless it is a mosquito or a spider. None the less I love to go grouse hunting with Bob in the fall. I love the way the leaves and dry grasses crunch under my feet. The colors shimmer in bright reds, oranges, and yellows. I love the smell of fall, crisp and earthy. Fall is definitely my second favorite season, spring being my first because the song birds come back and I'm back in the garden after a long winter.
I go grouse hunting with Bob because I get to walk in the autumn woods with my best friend and my dog, Lucky.
The first area we hunted was on the game range off of Woodworth Road. It was a wet area with ponds outlined with cattails. In the back ground you can see the smoke from fires in Montana and Idaho.
The cattails are losing their fluff.
The grasses are in seed ready to spread their seeds along with the cattail.
We also hunted up Little Shanley Creek. As we walked the old roads and paths I always had to stay a little behind. Bob didn't want me to get between him and his target.
The leaves of the red-osier dogwood become a brilliant red in the fall.
Lucky did not flush one grouse that day but two days later he and Bob came home with two ruffed grouse. I made a delicious grouse pot pie with vegies all from the garden. Yum!
