My buddy and I had a few extra hours after sighting in his new .17 HMR (sweet shooter) so we ran up the mountain for some snow chickens. It was all about the snow shoes with 2 feet of snow in our sweet-spot. We usually spot birds in the 50's, but only managed to jump 8. He pulled the trigger on 2 of them at about 75 yards, and his rifle that shoots 3/4 inch groups at 100 yards had no problems on those chunky birds. He couldn't get stabilized on the slope of the mountain to get head shots.
I was too busy staying on top of an avalanch to get any shots off (scary as heck!). That fricking avalanch threat is real and already here!
We would normally run the 100 yards after the flock to shoot more, but his cramping legs and my near-death experience, joined with his 2 for 2 harvest convinced us to let them alone for another day.
If I ever have to leave this great land, I'm sure going to miss it. Where else can you get all of this? I love this place....