We came upon this small lake as we crossed into uncharted territory.

Sometimes we would find our heads were jerking from one side to the other
as we could hear more than one grouse at a time, so I would head after one, and Sean would go for the other.

I must confess we left quite a number of them entrenched in a tree singing his heart out.
But more often than not our search was rewarded by the fat breast meat of a big daddy Blue Grouse.

Against my better judgment Sean just had to go back for the gran-daddy
in the first tree we have returned to, so many times in the past.
But this time he saw him sitting behind a clump of branches!
That made 8 birds total for the bag, and we turned to the trail home,
happy to be Alaskans.

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