With my Polaris being very very tired, and the replacement head gaskets being the wrong type, we have moved our snare line closer to home.
The 2nd youngest daughter Iriqtaq wants to run dogs, something she will have to provide for, as well, she'll be able to feed herself and others with such skills.
So we packed out a dozen to the local willows that had promising tracks, and she and I set snares and our walking companion Paul got a workout.
We left them overnight, and on the way home I poped a Bunny and the girl saw a covey of Ptarmigan deep in the willows.
Now we shot our hearts out, high , low, left right, but nothing worked. neither of us was getting a bullet slid down those narrow glimpses......
I did notice that the wilows were flicking in various ways and once and for all I must declare that there in NO "Brush Bucking" with a .22lr! any little hit sent them careening with plenty of buzzzzzzzz....... and 40 (!!!) shots later we had three. That discounts the 1 I shot the Rabbit with, the 4 duds, and the 5 I shot at a lake grass, just to make sure I could actually shoot straight and hadnt developed some major ocular defect....
Well patients and some very stupid Ptarmigan let to a few actually getting to the top of the dense stand, bent on eating.......being clear of the bullet proof propertys of dense willow, they were shot as should be, and the girl pop'd the first one.