Dec 17, 2010

Dad told me we were going hunting again, this was great news to me, I was more then ready. My brothers weren't to happy as they were going to be left home again. We were looking for grouse and then huns, what ever they are, but I was ready to go. We drove up the road across from the house and up to a locked gate, dad has permission to hunt here so he parked the truck, gathered up his gear and we headed out . The first part is in heavy timber, so I started looking for grouse, I covered both sides of the road and down into the timber. Soon I was out in the open, the wind was blowing from the south and I had the whole area to check. I started casting back and forth in front of dad, a couple of time I stopped , thinking I had scented the birds. I worked the flat out and started to work out the steep slope to the west. I could tell dad was having a hard time, the ground was frozen and frost covered the trails, but he was trying to keep up with me. I got to hunting and soon I was out of sight of dad

I could hear him whistle for me but I was running free, I felt bad about doing it but I just kept on going.

Soon I looked around and couldn't see him or hear him, I sure hope he isn't lost. I ran back up the steep slope to where I last saw him, picked up his scent and found him over the top of the ridge sitting on a rock, he was just trying to scare me. Maybe I need to stay a little closer, you know he is getting old. We walked back toward the truck, dad had me at heal, I think he was upset at getting lost... Again no birds were found but I sure enjoyed the outing, so did dad.

First time out

Dad was loading the truck and I noticed that he had his shot gun and hunting vest, this was getting exciting. It would be the first time we have been hunting this year. Dad loaded me into the front of the truck and we headed north through the town of Riggins and out to Cow Creek. I have hunted here before so I knew what to expect. Dad parked the truck and we headed down in to the canyon, dad was a little slow getting down so I waited for him at the creek. The first thing I saw were these tracks, when dad got down there he was none to happy to see them, he said every time he finds turkey tracks he doesn't see any grouse. I hunted hard and looked every where, we walked up the creek to the head but didn't see any birds. I thought that I caught the scent of grouse a couple of time but they were long gone. It sure was good to be out. We hunted for about 2 hours then dad said his hip was starting to bother him so we headed out of the canyon and back up to the truck. we still had a great time, and I was happy.