So my concussion recovery more or less synchronized with a break in the terrible smoke conditions we have been having. We managed to head out to the North woods to see about some forest grouse. While the action was slow, it's hard to complain when a limit is taken. We happened upon a group of ruffed grouse, and took a pair of juveniles. Pure dumb luck brought us to a nice mature male, and later on Jorja managed to roust a juvenile out feeding. All in all, a really nice day!
I'm just a guy suffering with an infatuation with gundogs since childhood. Fourty some years later this is what you get.