Bagged my first grouse today! Went down to the Kenai last night and camped. I missed a grouse there last week and decided to try the sameplace. Hunted a bit last night before it got toolate and didn’t see anything. Got upthis morning and started walking the unimproved road from legal shooting timetill about 10AM. Then some guy in a pick-up passed me road hunting in his truck so I went back and moved to my secondary covert. Which I have never been to until today. Did some recon and it ended up being my second covert, (new guy). Walked a single track for about a mile or so. There were a lot of berries here, more than my other location. There was alsomore bear scat than I have ever seen except down by the Russian river. So any way, I’m walking from one group of spruceto another. Kind of crunching throughuntil I could stand in a spot I thought I would be able to at shoot fromwithout being tangled in the brush. Allof a sudden I hear this guy flush with no chance for any shot whatsoever. But, he flew a very short distance and landedagain and I saw where he went. So Istarted to move to get a better angle and off he goes. I instinctively shot toward him and feathersflew! I was standing therecongratulating myself when I looked at where he went. Through this little clear spot into a draw Iwas sure a giant bear was living! Ittook me almost 30 minutes to get to the downed bird through the alder fromwhere I shot from and another 10 to get back on the trail. I was singing no “bears allowed’ and “yea I walk…”in hopes of warning a bear I was there. Those are my bear warning chants usually accompanied with some Barney Fifeclattering. If my shotgun had a bayonetlug I would have fixed bayonets because it would have been bayonets and brass knucklesdown there by the time I got my revolver out… Here are a couple pics.
This is where he went. You can't really tell from the picture, but it goes down a steep ravine filled with some "mature" alder!