Yeah, so westerners, this won't interest you too much...
Back in the day, I used to muskrat trap with my dad. It was 4 weeks, from mid March to mid April, of getting up before school, checking the traps, picking up old ones, setting new ones, and of course, collecting rats, then doing the same thing again in the afternoon. It was back then - mid 80's - that I remember seeing the last of the Hungarian partridge in this area. They'd scare the crap out of me while I was walking the drainage ditches, flushing within 20 feet, chuckling at my recoil. Today, on the way back from picking up meds for geriatric GSP, I saw these guys - less than half a click from my front door:
Not the greatest pic, but that's not the point - I'm super stoked about seeing these guys again.
Back in the day, I used to muskrat trap with my dad. It was 4 weeks, from mid March to mid April, of getting up before school, checking the traps, picking up old ones, setting new ones, and of course, collecting rats, then doing the same thing again in the afternoon. It was back then - mid 80's - that I remember seeing the last of the Hungarian partridge in this area. They'd scare the crap out of me while I was walking the drainage ditches, flushing within 20 feet, chuckling at my recoil. Today, on the way back from picking up meds for geriatric GSP, I saw these guys - less than half a click from my front door:
Not the greatest pic, but that's not the point - I'm super stoked about seeing these guys again.


















































