Dad and I were in the middle of breakfast when a grouse came sneaking along the south bank of our cabin so he grabbed my 28 off the rack and snuck out onto the porch. Done. Later that afternoon I was walking the driveway that led up to my grandparents old place because we sometimes use the electricity up there for “whatever” and today, I forgot to grab some hamburger out of the electric cooler. As I’m returning, 28 over my shoulder and packets of hamburger and a bottle of parmesan cheese, I notice a tail thrusting downward under a small balsam about 10yds ahead. I layed the 28 over my forearm and let her rip. Geez, this huntin’ is hard stuff! Maybe I’d better stick to fishin’! 
October 5, 2012 at 5:04 am
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