Just got back from ptarmigan hunting north of fairbanks. Decided to do some back country skiing and bring a rifle along. Good call as we found a small group of 12 or so. Ended up getting 2 but should have had 3 before they flew. Sorry shooting on my part. The best part of the whole trip was skiing back down the hill with 2 dead ptarmies in my jacket hood and then crashing and having them on the side of my head. Priceless. It was around 0F on the top of hill and -22F or colder as bottom.
Cool man. Nice work. For some reason the small game gets me the bloodiest too.