Hunting camp

     Sometimes in life you have to face the struggle between Bird numbers and days gone by. This weekend was one of those times. The choice was clear hunting camp reminiscing of days gone by and memory's of those no longer here.
     The grouse numbers may be down but the memories are plentiful. Time spent with family and friends. Memories of first birds ever shot to last rides ever taken. It's times like this when you can almost feel those who passed in the truck beside you. It always brings me back to my grandfather's moose hunt, my first bird harvested, friends first birds and the time spent.
    We could have struck off to where the birds we're pentiful as there number seem to be up. Instead we flushed one bird over the weekend and talked about the memories of old. I hope every grouse Hunter can have place like this . A place that ingrains life long bonds with those that mean the most.
              
                                                Jon
    
     

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