tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199381282024-03-13T22:52:50.619-04:00GROUSERS: formerly Five Smart Guys Who Hunt and Their Generally Smarter Companionsgrous•ers
1. Persons who hunt, trap, or pursue various plump, chickenlike game birds of the family Tetraonidae, chiefly of the Northern Hemisphere and having mottled brown or grayish plumage.
2. Complainers, or grumblers, and those prone to general ranting.
3. A number of “smart guys who hunt” and their generally smarter companions.Jim Tantillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520467623399679472noreply@blogger.comBlogger953125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-15219991088617913692015-08-24T09:08:00.000-04:002015-08-24T09:08:08.903-04:00Twin Moose recollections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Twin Moose Bird Camp, 2014. Old men laughed, young men soaked it all in, dogs licked ..whatever they could reach. A grand time had by all.<br />
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Here's to future camps, and one more fall in the woods.<br />
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Mr. Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11764479583766116342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-10600858900883398392015-01-03T12:00:00.003-05:002015-01-03T12:00:45.799-05:00PA Grouse Hunt - Jan 2, 201Uncles Rich and Andy made the southern migration to the land of no grouse. Took them to our best coverts. Enjoyed the views and the camaraderie.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Clayton and uncle Andy, scaling the hardscrabble ridge top. Great place for porcupines (1 located under a slab of stone) and rattlesnakes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Clayton was in heaven. No harm stopping for a photo when there are no grouse to be seen.</span>Dr. Dirthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11940967655831725635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-63857412193910998952014-11-19T20:04:00.004-05:002014-11-19T20:04:50.402-05:00NY Deer Season 2014 - Opening Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Angela got a nice doe right off the bat with a nicely placed neck shot at 30 yards. I saw a doe early on, but it was about 10 minutes before legal time so I didn't even raise my gun. Right about sunrise I heard -- almost felt -- a grouse fly in and land overhead in either my tree or an adjacent one. Half an hour later, a doe approached the glade through the woods on the left. Its trajectory would bring it in front of my stand at about 60 yards. It stopped while still in the thick stuff, and I knew it was just a matter of time before it would offer me a killing shot. But what did I know? After a few minutes, the doe turned sharply left and sauntered away down the hill and soon out of sight, and my grouse took this opportunity to depart its perch as well. Twenty or thirty minutes later a deer that I think was probably the same individual ran back up the hill, turned, and disappeared the along the same reverse path. And that was it for my 3-hour morning sit.</div>
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<br />Path Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04270646705487999220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-32156247223433883892014-10-30T07:25:00.001-04:002014-10-31T21:59:47.645-04:00CLAYTON. The making of a.......... grouserTook Clayton to Twin Moose. He was the only boy in a camp full of (over educated) men. He relished in the weekend.<br />
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Thanks to Uncles Keith, Bill, Josh and Rich for mentoring him in the ways of life. Of poker: "it doesn't work if you bluff every hand" (Stedman, 2014).<br />
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Big Twin Moose Pond, with Uncle Keith. A life altering experience: connecting the labor and engineering of a little rodent with this incredible ecosystem. Moments after this photo was taken he turned to me, "this is the best hunt.... ever."<br />
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With his trophy: a perfect walking stick, ramrod straight, bark stripped by beaver.<br />
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Draped in oversized, hand-me-down hunting vest (with lots of pockets for collecting rocks, leaves and other treasures), he fought a myriad of distractions and wet feet to keep up.<br />
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Summiting the highest point on Mnt. Clayton, with Uncle Rich goading him on (walking stick to right). Only minutes after flushing our first grouse of the day.<br />
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At Canoga Creek Conservancy, on the way to Twin Moose. Earning himself the radio handle, "Squirrel."Dr. Dirthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11940967655831725635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-64084942390681359782014-10-29T13:54:00.000-04:002014-10-30T08:13:31.825-04:002014 Grouse Camp -- Twin Moose ADKsWe had a great time at Twin Moose! In camp we had Clayton, Pete, Bill S., KGT, Rich, and Josh. We were pretty short on dogs, with Lilly and Maya getting all of the work (and Brant guarding the camp mostly). Despite over 35 flushes before the close of camp on Monday night (and about a dozen more throughout the week while deer hunting after), we were unable to kill any grouse. We did, however, have a great time together, and I felt immense joy about the camp being full of great old friends.<br />
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On the last day, Josh and I went out for a leisurely stroll with guns, with Brant. We worked up a rabbit and as I shot it, a grouse flushed from over head. So went Grouse Camp at Twin Moose. We established that there is indeed a healthy grouse population right on the property, and certainly on the many thousands of acres adjacent.<br />
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-27378210091702410772014-07-09T13:49:00.002-04:002014-07-09T13:51:32.259-04:00Artemis gone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Goodbye Artemis. You left too soon. <a href="http://grousers.blogspot.com/2013/10/never-cared-much-for-retrievin.html">Thanks for that last retrieve</a>. I had no idea.<br />
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KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-71931514262017405582014-05-10T14:48:00.000-04:002014-05-10T14:51:38.150-04:00Saying Goodbye<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's always difficult saying goodbye, but it was time to say goodbye to Meg. She was one month shy of turning 16! She had a good life, but with her age and congestive heart failure, she was a bloated skeleton of herself and was only kept going with a cocktail of drugs. And, even the cocktail wasn't really working anymore. She no longer had a quality of life. It was a heart wrenching decision, but the right one.</span><br />
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<br />Safari Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13590804091089722542noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-55430157290412283622014-02-26T15:27:00.000-05:002014-02-26T15:27:00.378-05:00End of an EraFilson Soy Wax.
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Rendered black bear fat, asphalt sealer, artificial flavor. Filson Soy Wax ingredient list? Organic soy essence, hipster tears, natural fragrance.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898688768875142667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-76186812355273323382014-02-07T14:58:00.001-05:002014-02-07T14:58:39.118-05:00KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-83745434232896377972013-10-18T18:18:00.001-04:002013-10-19T00:24:40.130-04:00Never Cared Much for Retrievin'<div dir="ltr">
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Today I decided to work a woodcock hunt into my Friday schedule, to honor old Spy (over whom I think I shot my first woodcock, in Maine... or maybe that was Butch...), and to tune up "Miss" for a week in the ADKs. It was a full moon, and it had been windy so maybe there'd be birds in my favorite coverts, I thought. I enjoyed the sound of the laptop closing, signalling the end of the week and a clean break for the woods. We headed for the Finger Lakes National Forest.<br />
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Last Friday Spy breathed his last. I saw it coming, and dug a hole for him a couple days earlier. He went to the earth in the side yard on a pleasant October morning with a couple grouse tail feathers and a 20 gauge shot shell. That evening after playing catch and shagging grounders and flies, Nolan and I stood over Spidey's grave and I told a few stories, and a bit after sunset a woodcock came in low over the field and set down on the lawn about 20 yards away. It seemed fitting.<br />
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Spy was the last of his litter; Kate went before him a few years ago. He was okay on woodcock, but he seemed to really enjoy finding grouse. He was certainly more fleet of feet than either Kate or their dad Butch. Rather than trail birds, he seemed to pin a higher proportion of them than did Butch. I remember the first pointed grouse that I killed over Spy, his first season when he was a year old. It was an October afternoon at Frye Mountain WMA in Maine. The bird held very tight and I was expecting a woodcock. When it rocketed out I downed it with one shot from my 20 gauge SKB SxS; that was also the first shot I had taken on grouse with that gun, which I had picked up that summer. That gun and dog combination was together for 13 seasons.</div>
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I don't recall the first woodcock I killed over Spy, but I vividly remember his last. Three years ago, when Spy was 13, I'd hunt him up to a couple hours a day and Brody (1.5 yrs at the time) would get the lion's share of time. We were in Minnesota and I was guiding a gentleman from PA. Spy pointed this woodcock 3 or 4 times and each time we either didn't get a shot or missed. It was getting late and the dog was getting tired. FINALLY, my guy from PA kills the bird, and I'm jumping around cheering, it was such a relief and I was so grateful. So I leash Spy and lead him -- or more accurately, he leads me -- out toward the truck. I've got my shotgun (same 20 ga SKB) over my shoulder, Spy tugging on the leash pulling me through the brush and saplings. He suddenly stops and I just about trip over him, and a moment later up flies a grouse. My shotgun comes forward off my shoulder, butt-stock to cheek and shoulder, and pop -- drops the grouse.</div>
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An awesome afternoon of dove hunting. Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898688768875142667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-43734022760304627842013-09-03T15:27:00.000-04:002013-09-03T15:28:55.767-04:00Pathwalker's October Dance Card . . . . . . is filling up. Hurry and send a check to RGS for $850 if you want to be part of Andy's Oct. 2-5 grouse camp.
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Following an extremely successful hunt last fall, the Ruffed
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Sounds like a good time!Jim Tantillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520467623399679472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-69140917561030571002013-08-30T16:38:00.002-04:002013-08-30T16:39:18.231-04:00Almost that time of year, boys and girls<object width="410" height="231"><param name="movie" value="//www.youtube.com/v/p9ywfTGydC4?version=3&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="//www.youtube.com/v/p9ywfTGydC4?version=3&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="231" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>Jim Tantillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520467623399679472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-10533148076920631992013-08-11T10:12:00.000-04:002013-08-11T10:13:26.691-04:00oops, sorry to post over the pics of Rich in Quebec, but I promised Josh I'd post this photo. Our annual tradition.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">P.S. We have a place to stay near Oscoda Michigan if you want to do grouse camp in Michigan at some point. Check out the Amazing Beach-Lake Huron-Oscoda property (<a href="http://perfectlandingrentals.com/component/content/article/17-vacation-rentals/739-amazing-beach-lake-huron-oscoda.html" target="_blank">http://perfectlandingrentals.com/component/content/article/17-vacation-rentals/739-amazing-beach-lake-huron-oscoda.html</a>). This is my brother and sister-in-laws. The fall is blocked out for hunting! We can use the Michigan DNR's MI HUNT site (<a href="http://www.mcgi.state.mi.us/mi-hunt/#acceptTerms" target="_blank">http://www.mcgi.state.mi.us/mi-hunt/#acceptTerms</a>) to identify quality grouse and woodcock habitat Its a great resource.</span> Safari Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13590804091089722542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19938128.post-72209783408992687272013-03-14T15:15:00.001-04:002013-03-14T15:17:26.786-04:00A new addition coming to Grouse Camp!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fort Gusty Defensive Position</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fort Gusty battlefield photo at the end of day one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Successful search and destroy mission for divers.</td></tr>
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