BritChaser
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Infected with bird fever as I am this time of year, I went to Colorado to hunt the dusky (aka blue) grouse of the mountains last weekend. We also took a two hour shot at some ptarmigans of which we saw none. The good thing is I didn't have a heart attack while tromping up and down steep slopes at 12,000 feet looking for ptarms. lol. Next day we saw just two duskies. My buddy got his and I missed mine. The sauteed breast of that bird went on our green salad which accompanied the steaks I brought from the excellent locker in Grinnell. We washed it all down with a good red. Ah, the hunting life. It's not just about shooting and bagging.