I gave my "spot" a rest for a couple of months, but the clear skies and sunshine got me itching the other day. I grabbed a buddy and we headed up to snoeshoe after ptarmigan. We busted through snow for an hour, then sat up on top of the mountain listening and watching for birds. Suprisingly enough, there were berries all over on top where the wind blew the snow off (got my fav gortex pants all purple). We heard the bird herd, then finally got them spotted and made some harvesting at about 75 yards with our boom-sticks. I used a .22 Mag and my buddy used a .22 10-22. The trip was rejuvenating and the eats are sweet. I love this land.