OK guys, lets hear about some of your bird stories that you usually leave out of the campfire story telling.....
Just to make it fair I will get the ball rolling....
1996 Opening day for Ruffed Grouse:
I was hunting with my younger brother that day, we hadn't gotten 100 yards into the woods and my dog started getting birdie. "Always trust your dog" is what I have been told. So I did just that, I started following him close. He led me into a swamp about 30 yards and my brother decided he would stay back and let me go after the bird. As me and Buddy made our way through the swamp I lost my footing and fell flat on my face, the gun went barrel first into the mud and water about six inches (looked like a stake sticking up) so I got back up, cussing and swearing, grabbed the gun, broke it open to see the barrels caked with mud!
As I was checking my gun over, Buddy had flushed 3 grouse, and me standing there with a gun full of mud! I think I might have started crying at that point. I wish I could have known what was going thru my dogs head at that point.... probably something like 'Look man! I worked my tail off for you and you can't even keep your gun out of the mud to take a shot!'
Opening day that year only produced one grouse that my brother got while I was cleaning my gun........
OK guys, lets hear your stories... and I know you have some, if you say you don't your lying!
Ryan
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Just to make it fair I will get the ball rolling....
1996 Opening day for Ruffed Grouse:
I was hunting with my younger brother that day, we hadn't gotten 100 yards into the woods and my dog started getting birdie. "Always trust your dog" is what I have been told. So I did just that, I started following him close. He led me into a swamp about 30 yards and my brother decided he would stay back and let me go after the bird. As me and Buddy made our way through the swamp I lost my footing and fell flat on my face, the gun went barrel first into the mud and water about six inches (looked like a stake sticking up) so I got back up, cussing and swearing, grabbed the gun, broke it open to see the barrels caked with mud!

As I was checking my gun over, Buddy had flushed 3 grouse, and me standing there with a gun full of mud! I think I might have started crying at that point. I wish I could have known what was going thru my dogs head at that point.... probably something like 'Look man! I worked my tail off for you and you can't even keep your gun out of the mud to take a shot!'
Opening day that year only produced one grouse that my brother got while I was cleaning my gun........

OK guys, lets hear your stories... and I know you have some, if you say you don't your lying!

Ryan
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