Post by bigugly on Aug 11, 2005 20:57:13 GMT -5
This is what so many young hunters in Ontario start out hunting for. I will always remember the trips down old logging roads with my dad and grandad hunting for birds. Never realized till then that any other bird is just a bird where as a grouse is a BIRD!!! 
At first I was aloud to take along my pellet gun to get the stupid ground huggers while the old boys used the shotguns. When I got a little older my dad would take me in the bush and I got to carry his old Savage spring operated semi, the thing was heavier then a tank but I was happy as could be. In the off season dad followed me with a bucket of wood blocks. Every once and awhile he'd throw one out, never knew when or where it would go. The man even gave me sound effects. When I heard that flushing sound from his lips, man was I ready. Took awhile but I was finally able to hit the wood on a regular basis and dad told me I was ready. That fall I got a nice suprise Model 500 Mossberg 12 guage. Dad said if I learned to take good care of it, it would last a lifetime. Still use it from time to time, many friends have borrowed over the years for there kids as well. Never jams but not real pretty. Friends tease me calling it the crowbar but it has never jammed and some of those guys even consider it their back up. Had many calls over the years, hey T.J. can I borrow the crowbar to cold and wet for my good gun. 
;D. Anyway that first fall I go out with dad for my first official grouse hunt. First bird I see is on the ground and just like the pellet gun aim dead on and let her have it. Ended up with about a three foot bird. After dad quit laughing he says aim a little above the head next time. Ended up getting 5 birds on that walk, the old man none but what a smile on his face. Know that I have kids I understand that smile. Thanks DAD I love you for everything.
At first I was aloud to take along my pellet gun to get the stupid ground huggers while the old boys used the shotguns. When I got a little older my dad would take me in the bush and I got to carry his old Savage spring operated semi, the thing was heavier then a tank but I was happy as could be. In the off season dad followed me with a bucket of wood blocks. Every once and awhile he'd throw one out, never knew when or where it would go. The man even gave me sound effects. When I heard that flushing sound from his lips, man was I ready. Took awhile but I was finally able to hit the wood on a regular basis and dad told me I was ready. That fall I got a nice suprise Model 500 Mossberg 12 guage. Dad said if I learned to take good care of it, it would last a lifetime. Still use it from time to time, many friends have borrowed over the years for there kids as well. Never jams but not real pretty. Friends tease me calling it the crowbar but it has never jammed and some of those guys even consider it their back up. Had many calls over the years, hey T.J. can I borrow the crowbar to cold and wet for my good gun. 
;D. Anyway that first fall I go out with dad for my first official grouse hunt. First bird I see is on the ground and just like the pellet gun aim dead on and let her have it. Ended up with about a three foot bird. After dad quit laughing he says aim a little above the head next time. Ended up getting 5 birds on that walk, the old man none but what a smile on his face. Know that I have kids I understand that smile. Thanks DAD I love you for everything.
