My wonderful girlfriend, Becca joined me for an afternoon hunt. We stuck to the trail to keep things fun and worthwhile. We flushed the first grouse right away off of a small clover patch. I was using my grandpas 870 and after a lifetime of tang safeties, couldn't quite figure out the trigger safety in time to shoot. That grouse survived. The next grouse flushed as we were cresting a hill about 40 yards away. Yet again, no shots were fired and the grouse lived to see another day. A little while further down the trail, a huge grouse flushed off of an embankment to our left. It offered no shot yet the trip was a very memorable one for me. I look forward to a lifetime of hunts with Becca.
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