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Drumming Counts for a Whopper of a Season

Drumming Counts for a Whopper of a Season

Drumming Counts for a Whopper of a Season Wow. Just. Wow. Fifty-seven percent increase in this year’s survey of ruffed grouse populations. What’s behind it, and what can we expect in the woods this fall? A Count Like No Other For decades now, volunteers have been driving routes to record ruffed grouse populations. They stop ...

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Gearing Up for the Fall Hunt

Gearing Up for the Fall Hunt

We have four glorious months of grouse hunting in Minnesota, which leaves eight months to prep. Dog training, skeet shooting, scouting and last but not least, shopping for gear. Now’s the time to start gearing up. A Hunt of a Different Sort In March I was busy clearing trails on my land in temperatures much ...

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Spring in Ruffed Grouse Country

Spring in Ruffed Grouse Country

From the frozen ground of early March, until the muddy days of May when the aspens leaf out, it’s a time to work the land in ruffed grouse country. Before the ticks grow ravenous and the grouse are nesting, I got a lot done this spring. Trail Work When the snow was off the ground, 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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