Sunday, November 1, 2015

Province #7 - Ontario

We were all ready to get after the grouse,  but especially Kali. Beef and bacon are fine,  but bird feathers are better...
Nobody leaves this room without me. 
We did score a great breakfast at the West End Donut Stop before we headed into the forest (bacon still a priority) and had to convince the locals we weren't moose hunters...who comes this far for partridge?
Moved a ruffed and spruce grouse on our first effort but the trees collected all of our pellets and the rain had Kali shivering so we moved on.
Stopped to play with Emil's new tenkara fly gear at Dam Creek  (fish are wet) with  no success but was a good shake out for him
You know why they're called "nots" right?


Rain subsided late afternoon, so we tried up Laughing Lake Rd and managed to move one more huge ruff but cover was so thick, not even a shot.
Dad, we're doing everything right and I'm all wet. Why won't these birds cooperate? 

Wet, tired, we retreated to the steak house for her reward.

Good day.

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