Since we got our Brittany over two years ago, my sons dream has been to either take him east for grouse or west for pheasants. So with a phone call and invitation from my good friend Greg, plans were made last year to take a trip to Maine to sample some of the wing shooting that state is known for. We made base in the Rangeley Lakes region of northwest Maine which is rich in sporting tradition for both bird hunting and flyfishing.
|Are we almost there yet?|
|Numerous rivers and streams on the way up made me wonder why I didn't bring a|
fly rod along. I guess at heart, I'm just a fisherman who likes to hunt.
Life in the cabin after the hunt. Duke on the left, Jim on the right. Jim is seven years old and a whiz on grouse and woodcock, as well as good company around the cabin.
|Greg, Duke and Bryce start out a morning hunt|
|My son's first grouse and woodcock taken over point with Duke|
|Typical grouse cover|
So our pup did a lot of growing up this week. Early on he was busting more birds than pointing, but by the end of the week started to get the hang of things. All in all it was a successful trip and we got to see parts of the country we never saw before, meet some really good people, and yes having some fresh lob-stah along the way. We also got an unexpected surprise of a a low-level fly over by three F-16 fighter jets, with one tipping his wing to us as we stood in a large clearing on top of a hill watching them go by. Pretty cool stuff.
Special thanks to Jeanie and Scott for their hospitality, Jim their dog for some memorable points, and Tom for taking my son along with him one afternoon and sharing his years of dog training experiences with Bryce.