At about 9:30 am yesterday, we had about two hours before company arrived for lunch. The house needed some final cleaning, the dishes needed to be washed, a few of us still needed showers.
So why was I out in the yard in my moccasins, a bath towel and nothing else, brandishing my air rifle? Because Michelle had just come inside to announce that we had a grouse in the dooryard.
If it’s true, as they say, that it takes a thief to catch a thief, then it may follow that it takes a dummy to hunt a dummy. I shouldn’t have been out in the yard in just a towel and slippers, but darn it all, this was the first grouse we’d seen on the property in five years! I couldn’t let it get away, and if that meant hunting it in next to nothing, so be it! Continue reading