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An October Ritual

An October Ritual

It’s been a thrill, this October prime time in the grouse covers. Those brilliant blue sky days, and bright yellow aspen leaves fluttering to the ground. The explosive flush of a grouse, the twittering tower of a woodcock in flight. These are the days that sustain us and our bird dogs the rest of the ...

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Grouse Hunting Where the Dam Breaks

Grouse Hunting Where the Dam Breaks

It didn’t look like much from the gate. Just a logging road into a recent clearcut. But looking at an aerial photo, I could see a beaver pond to the left, and a 10 year old aspen cut beyond that. We followed the trail, and got a glimpse of a mud flat where the beaver ...

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A Fall of Woodcock

A Fall of Woodcock

Every bird season is a little different, you may notice with enough of them under your belt. For me, this has been the season of the early season woodcock. I welcome their grand migration down from Canada each fall, usually in mid-October. This year I’m finding thickets lousy with them in the young aspen. But these are some ...

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Testimonials

  • Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac

    “There are two kinds of hunting: ordinary hunting, and ruffed-grouse hunting… There are two times to hunt in Adams: ordinary times, and when the tamaracks are smoky gold. This is written for those luckless ones who have never stood, gun empty and mouth agape, to watch the golden needles come sifting down, while the feathery rocket that knocked them off sails unscathed into the pines.”

    Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac
  • Tom F. Waters: Timberdoodle Tales, Adventures of a Minnesota Woodcock Hunter

    “The very word October, to most of us inhabiting these northern climes, is evocative of the bracing glories of autumn-colored coverts under the intense blue of northern skies. Shimmering golden coins on aspen branches all too soon drop their mintage to the forest floor; liquid amber tumbles in the cascades of a northern trout stream. These are the Octobers that woodcock hunters remember.”

    Tom F. Waters: Timberdoodle Tales, Adventures of a Minnesota Woodcock Hunter
  • Gordon MacQuarrie: The Gordon MacQuarrie Sporting Treasury

    “He is the original brown bomber. He is the fan-tailed drummer who gets on a down log and beats his short wings in a kettle drum roll. He is the shawl-necked grouse, legs feathered like fur chaps. He is born and mates and lives and dies usually within an area a mile square. He is the gourmet’s delight and the gunner’s Nemesis. He is as American as pumpkin pie and hickory smoked bacon.”

    Gordon MacQuarrie: The Gordon MacQuarrie Sporting Treasury


Ruffed Grouse Minnesota from Joel Schnell Photographer on Vimeo.