I've never eaten ruffed grouse, but I once had the good fortune to attend a corporate off-site that on a ranch in south Texas owned by one of the corporate officers. We actually had two days of meetings followed by a quail hunt. The following morning, the ranch cook did fried quail for breakfast. They literally dragged one of my colleagues and me out of the place to catch the bus back to the airport. We'd eaten more quail than I care to admit at this stage in life and would have gladly continued to consume them as long as the cook continued to provide them. Needless to say, we left him a very generous tip.
