Please sun, come the first days of October. But in September the weather is not spoiled, it was windy and it rained through the day. I popped early this morning in search of grouse feeding on the familiar places. At the first red bilberry picked up a couple of grouse, but the shot was not ready as his rifle over his shoulder, climbed the steep slope from the stream.
Relaxed, I thought that more birds here, there, and podumal another cock.
He flew over sixty metres at the edge of the forest. I never even threw up because of confidence in the resultant shot. I hunt without a dog, a wounded animal will be very difficult to find…
The morning passed without extraction. For lunch, came home, good hunting grounds where I hunted all around.
At 16.00, again, was already in the woods.
On the evening dawn came out in another place. There used to be grouse are often met.
While doing a careful crawl, dusk. Cutting down on the far left in three feeding grouse.
They sat on the pine trees on the edge of the feeding needles. I froze and watched them. To them it was under two hundred meters. After considering the plan of approach, cautiously began to move to the edge of the forest.
Went to the shade of the trees, the ground rose even capercaillie and sat on the top of a spruce next to the other.
Underfoot wet fallen leaves gently dent in the moss. Started STO-len birds.
As I travel the forest fell twilight.
The spruce grouse on managed to come thirty meters. He sat right side to me.
Spruce is not high, about ten meters. Took aim, and fired. Flapping wings, grouse fell hard on the moss.
Shot cartridge with shot # 1, container. Adult cock, weighed, 4kg 380гр.
The car came already in the dark.
After already revealed goiter: cranberries, pine needles, leaves of grass. Here such happened with me this year to fall hunting for grouse.
