Saturday I went for a little stumping trip. The weather was just to nice to sit at home, so I grabbed the bow and went into the woods. After a while, and about fifteen stumps later, I came up on a small hill at the edge of a clearing. I stood there for a little while, listening to the sound of a small brook and feeling the warmth of the spring-sun in my face. Suddenly I heard flapping of wings nearby. I looked around, and there just 7-8 yards away a hazel grouse landed on a small branch with it's broadside right against me. I just couldnt believe it... Slowly I placed an arrow on the string of the Cayuga, raised the bow and carefully pulled the string back to anchor. Everything felt just right... I knew I couldnt miss this shot. For a few seconds I looked at the small spot I picked on the wing of the bird... and lowered my bow. Hunting with a bow is not allowed in my country, but I could walk away knowing that this bird was mine.
This is a little different hunting story, and about NOT shooting, but it was nice, just the same.