Me and the old man back in 2007 (!), coming back from a day of grouse hunting that involved no grouse shooting.
Those were good days. Neither of us gets out in the woods much these days but I always will cherish those times when we would walk through the poplar trees looking for grouse and woodcock.
Happy father’s day to all of the dads who read this blog. You will always be far more important than you will ever know.
And to you. Some of the best days hunting don't end up with any shooting.