12/05/2025
Found myself with a free day yesterday.
It wasn’t a day for the faint of heart. We started at -8, with wind blowing outta the NW.
I grabbed my lightweight 20 ga, dressed for a long, hard hike, and invited Sammers - aka “meat dog”, to join me. Of our 4 Gordon’s, he is not the most polished - but he is the dog that I harvest the most birds over… hence the name.
I selected a remote piece of country without roads or trails. Since this country has had 6-10 inches of fresh, powdery snow - I wanted to see what the deer were doing, and the predators too (I do some trapping) - but I’m usually aware of what Sam is doing, and my gun is “at the ready.”
Not long in - Old Sammers pinned a single grouse between us, and it flushed behind me going hard left to right. It was the kind of flush we dream of… close, and in the open. It took me two shots to catch up - but I dropped the bird cleanly as it tried to escape a young Clearcut into a mature oak forest.
This was a special bird… an adult male red phase with copper / bronze in the tail and ruff. I admired it for a good long while.
I wish I could say that this quick strike was a good foreshadowing for the rest of my hunt - but it wasn’t. I hiked over six miles and didn’t collect another bird.
Winter grouse hunting in Minnesota can be an extreme challenge , but also very very rewarding.
I’ve been doing this - going on 50 years now. I find that grouse are not just out there wading around in the deep, fluffy snow. They are no longer able to forage on the ground, so they take to the trees - eating aspen, hazel, birch, and alder buds/catkins.
Horizontal movements become vertical movements. Up in a tree to eat. Back down to roost. Any horizontal movements are typically a grouse sailing from its feeding tree to a nearby thicket to roost. Often, it’s a bushy oak that still has its leaves - or a conifer of some type. The buggers sit up there and watch me walk by… I’m sure of it.
All this makes it hard for the dogs to find them! Sammers and I arrived home tired, but satisfied. My poor old boy had been poked in the eye, and his feet were all iced up. He was well deserving of some pampering.
I know - it sounds rough… but as I write this, I’m already plotting to do it again.
And just look at that gorgeous bird!
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