Took my pup out for his first grouse hunt last fall in Northern WI. At the time I think he thought we were just out for a stroll, but after the gun sounded for the first time he got the hang of what we were doing pretty fast and started working the cover.
He put up 17 grouse and one woodcock and we ended up with 4 in the bag by 11:30.
It was sort of a surreal experience because as I was headed down this trail where Montana (My older Golden that had just passed away) flushed and retrieved her first grouse years before, I started thinking about that day and started smiling...a minute later Storm took a turn into the balsams and the woods erupted with birds...got 3 from that covey. I think she was with us that day.
Anyways it was a good morning all around and a memory I will not soon forget.....Isn't this what it's all about? 
