Finally, I Get To Go Hunting.
|Chief's First Blue (dusky) Grouse of the 2013 Season.|
What a Summer. We bought a new house, sold our old house, had family issues up the wazoo (teenagers, who needs them) and work had me slammed all Summer. I was tired, honery and stressed. I felt like grandpas old full-choke LC Smith after his ignorant grandson grabbed a box of steel shot and took it duck hunting. I was bulging and about to break. I was starting to feel sick, fat and depressed. I couldn't take it another week.
Just before I was about to break... when I was so tired of it all that no-one could stand to be around me, Grouse hunting season opened. A fat desk jockey, a fat Pudelpointer and a skinny, hyperactive Llewellin loaded into the truck and went hunting. Halelujah! Free at last.
That was a little melodramatic. But seriously, thank God I can go hunting. One Saturday in the mountains and the weight of the world is lifted. I had such a good time on my first hunt that it's all I can think about. I can't wait for next weekend.
I love hunting. I love my dogs, I love my guns, I love grouse and I love these mountains.
|"Chief Like Grouse"|
Another Blue In The Bag. A Nice Find And Retrieve.