Seems hunting stories always begin with, “No kidding, there I was…” So, there I was. I had spent the morning working my way up a mountain slope in the northern Rockies. A slow, deliberate search for the elusive Mountain Grouse. Read More
Seems hunting stories always begin with, “No kidding, there I was…” So, there I was. I had spent the morning working my way up a mountain slope in the northern Rockies. A slow, deliberate search for the elusive Mountain Grouse. Read More