Saturday morning I was sitting watching a multi deer trail intersection by some ancient apple trees which had dropped nearly all of their fruit. The moon was setting in the west but the sun had not risen yet... it was just about legal shooting light for the deer I was waiting for. In ten minutes seven grouse flew in from various angles to alight in and under those apple trees - one even landed in the branches above my head in the spruce I was sitting under. If I had my Parker instead of my Ruger .270 I probably would have only seen deer... ain't that the way?
