There are no grouse in Minnesota. Drought dried up their little skins, and flooding has now washed their little corpses away. The smart grouse hunters are all heading for Canada, or Maine or somewhere, and only us peasants are left to wander forlorn in the lifeless coverts, behind our puzzled dogs. Oh, sure, I'll carry the little Bernardelli 20ga., just for something to do with my hands. But whether I'll even bother to load it is anyone's guess.

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