|Hunting dogs fit our conservation ethic|
By Kurt Krueger
THE SOUND of a distant flush stopped me on the grassy two-track last Sunday, a wall of hazel thicket and balsam trees on both sides of the road.
My dog had just started hitting scent on the edge of the trail when the place broke loose — ruffed grouse flushing from thickets, treetops and everywhere in between.We heard about six of them before I actually saw one come out of a balsam tree, and the over/under barked twice to no avail. Then came the really good shot, while I was reloading, which is par for the course in the grouse woods.
|Tuesday, November 06, 2012 3:37 PM|