Duck and Grouse Hunting - 1998

Now, remember folks, this was written nine years ago, and my second attempt at keeping a hunting journal. I found this entry (along with Fishing Trip - 1998) in my first hand-written hunting book. I copied it word for word - as is. I made not grmamatical changes (even though there were a few I felt I should have made).

I still may have one or two more stories from that book to type up and post here on the blog.

Enjoy.
David.

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Duck and Grouse Hunting
October 7-9 1998

We again made the pilgrimage to Ed’s cabin for duck hunting. This year we made it for the opener. Ed, Dave G, and I were in attendance.

The first day, Dave and I set up on the north end of the lake, behind the island and in the reeds. We saw a few ducks, but were unsuccessful in our hunt. Ed set up near the beaver dam, and got a couple of ducks. On the way back to the cabin, Ed discovered a problem with his outboard motor. It was running too warm, and the exhaust was full of steam. When we got back to the cabin, we ate breakfast, and then Dave began disassembling the outboard. When we hit the point where we could not find the problem, we took the outboard into Garrison for repair.

We spent the rest of the day grouse hunting. We saw and heard one grouse. Dave and I were unsuccessful. We also spent a lot of time hunting state grounds in the area. It felt like we had walked over a hundred miles, but we came up empty. The colors were so brilliant that to even try to describe them would not do them justice.

On the second day, having only one motor, the three of us ended up at the beaver dam. We saw nothing but beavers. After an unsuccessful morning, we returned to the cabin for breakfast and back to garrison to pick up the outboard. Later that afternoon, we spent more time grouse hunting, seeing and hearing about the same number of birds. We still came home empty handed.

It was the third and final day of the trip that proved to be most successful for me. Again the three of us set up at the beaver dam. Dave and I were in the center and Ed on the far west end of the dam. Ed called in a drake wood duck, but it would not come close enough for any of us to get a good shot off. It just swam around the bay watching our decoys from afar. Then, just as quick as we noticed it, it just stopped squeaking and disappeared. A couple of ducks flew by, and I managed to get one shot off, but did not drop the bird. Late in the morning, a big black crow flew by. Dave squeezed a shot off. He must have hit the crow. All we saw was “flap, flap, drop”, “flap, flap, drop”, “flap, flap, drop”… As the crow (unusually slow) made it’s way back to the wooded area just west of where we were hunting - about tree top height. Best as I could tell, the bird dropped through the canopy of the trees - never to be seen again. When we finally went in, we went grouse hunting again. We sure heard a lot more grouse this year, compared to most years. After yet another unsuccessful grouse hunt, we returned to the cabin. Later that afternoon, Dave and I went to walk the Little Thompson Trail. On the way down the trail, we ran into a hunter and his dog. He had a grouse in his hunting pouch. Well, I figured that we would into be able to find any birds after he had flushed anything out of the area. Dave and I walked until I could barley walk anymore. We stopped at a clearing and rested for a few minutes. After resting, we turned and headed back. At this point we were heading back to begin packing up and I remember being depressed about returning empty handed. Another year went by without any game to bring home. About a third of the way back, and guy in a pickup truck drove up the trail and stopped to visit. He claimed to have seen a bird up near the end of the trail. I remembered thinking that this pickup truck driving up the road just scared off our last opportunity to get a grouse this year. Just about two-thirds way back down the trail, I spotted a grouse sitting on a branch about one foot off the ground. (About 30 feet from me). Right away I put a bead on the bird, and slowly started walking towards the bird. It took off and started flying back into the woods, then BANG! I don’t remember seeing the bird drop. Dave told me that I did drop the grouse, so I went into the woods. I located the bird. MY FIRST GROUSE! I was so happy, but at the same time I felt slightly bad. I know just how bad Dave had wanted a grouse also. We made to the end of the trail, and then headed back to the cabin.

When we got back, Ed was gone. I had figured that he had gone grouse hunting on the ridge on their land. Dave laid down, and I began packing things up. We did hear shots off in the distance. It was not too much longer when Ed came back. Ed had gotten three grey squirrels. Ed took Dave and I back into the woods, were I cleaned my first grouse, and John (Ed’s Dad) cleaned the other grouse and the three squirrels.

By the time Dave, Ed and I had our things packed up; John was ready to cook up the game. We sat down and had “snacks” for the road home. This was my first taste of squirrel, and the second time I have had grouse. I was very delicious! I would (without a doubt) eat both again (and I look forward to doing so.)