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Mission: Ruffed Grouse Season Opener 2016

Mission: Ruffed Grouse Season Opener 2016

  It all begins tomorrow, the glorious 3 months of ruffed grouse hunting in Minnesota. It’s what the dogs and I have been waiting for, and training for. We have a front row seat to the amazing drama of seasons changing before our eyes. My dogs know the visceral feel of the hunt, that we ...

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Alder and the Ruffed Grouse

Alder and the Ruffed Grouse

Where I find Alder, I find ruffed grouse and woodcock. It’s just that simple. Also known as tag alder, Speckled Alder (Alnus incana ssp.rugosa) often rings wetlands and shallow ponds. Grouse love ’em, and I am always on the lookout for them during woodcock season too. Shrubbery Like Few Others At up to 20 feet tall, it’s good ...

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A Wealth of Old Logging Roads

A Wealth of Old Logging Roads

Awfully nice of them, to leave us grouse hunters with a fine network of trails in our public forests. Magnets for ruffed grouse, and fine shooting on woodcock, they give us an all-access pass into the Minnesota Northwoods. Actually just the remainders of logging operations, and not the work of a hunting Good Samaritan, but I ...

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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


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