I have to say that grouse hunters are a different breed. If a person had to work as hard for deer or turkeys as you do for a grouse, very few would ever be killed. We walked our butts off (I still say they measure miles differently over there than regular folk do) and got to see a good point, hear birds take wing and see a split second flash of red as the bird disappeared into the thicket. I went ahead and threw up the obligatory hail Mary shot, but I might just as well have thrown a rock for all the damage I did. I still marvel at the the vast differences in the landscape from one end of our state to the other. I admit I am happy I was born on the flat end, although I would be in much better shape if I had been born in the mountains. The woods are starting to wake up, wildflowers are blooming and the frogs were singing right before the rain started. Great way to end the 2011-2012 hunting season. Now to unpack the bag I keep ready to go starting every August and begin to get ready for turkey season.