If you remember I found 2 twenty dollar bills a few weeks ago, one when I stopped to pick up a 10 cent beer tin and the other when stopped to pick up a tarp that had blown off a vehicle on the Coq.
Another trip to Gold Country to take advantage of the last day of chinook jacks on the Thomson was the driving force but it was poor fishing only getting one but not much effort was put into it as I had corn to sell, moved all for a nice profit too.
Last night I camped high in the mountains, very cool and the only visitor was coyote that kept coming to have a closer look at the intruder.
It was a lovely night, the sky so clear, the stars so bright with the only sound was the drone of a jet making me realize I was near civilization at all.
The night passed quickly and the coffee was perking as I need that to perk me up before I start hunting in some territory I had not hunted before.
With the coffee at my side I began exploring the roads, miles of them, I hear from one of my corn buyers they had picked up a bull moose a couple of days ago in this area. The swamps along the route looked like prime moose habitat but saw nothing.
I did not see even a grouse or a deer but it looked inviting for both.
It was almost time to stop and make breakfast and I looked for a nice sot to stop. There is lots of beer tins on this side roads and I pick up many, helps pay for the gas.
Before I find my breakfast stopping spot I see 2 tins on the side of the gravel logging road, I pull over and just as I do I hear the sound of the wings of a grouse taking off, I spot it briefly, not knowing if it landed or not.
I grab my scattergun and start to walking to where I thought I might have landed. As I get near the grouse takes off and heads downhill at a rapid flight through the willows, I get a brief chance an the gun barks and to my surprise it tumbles in a blur of feathers, I cannot believe it. Again I get one that I thought I had no chance of, like a couple of weeks ago.
I am pleased with my seventh grouse of the season. I pick up the beer tins too.
I then have breakfast, pleased I was not blanked on this outing. A little while latter, after breakfast I come around a corner a 3 blues are strutting in front of me.
The first one falls on a easy shot and the second on a more difficult one as it flies through the dense willows. 3 for 3 not bad if I can say so..
Now if I can get a deer tomorrow the trip will be complete, Oh I need to get a trout or two in some lake.
Hard to beat being in Gold Country.