New Years Day, last day of Michigan’s grouse season. My buddy Ron Boehme and I made a two-hour jaunt to a couple places within three miles of the home where I grew up. We brought along Ron’s souped-up Bracco Italiano stud, Bravo. We put up two ruffed grouse along Cedar Creek, in Manistee National Forest. I screwed up on the first bird and didn’t even get a shot. Ron put the second one down. Not a single pellet in the breast. He was kind enough to give the bird to me, as he just ate a grouse a couple days ago. It’s in my mom’s oven right now. Not a bad start to 2012.