I lived on a fly in rez for a couple of years, about 30 years ago. In September, the ruffies and spruce grouse were thick in the bush, and everyone, and I mean everyone, was out hunting them. Only thing allowed was a slingshot, no guns, as every kid over the age of two was running around killing birds.
I had an old wrist rocket, and thought I would be pretty good, as I had done a lot of slingshot hunting as a kid. My first time out, there was a four year old beside me with and old handmade slingshot, looked like underwear elastic tied to it, and he picked off a sprucie in the head about 40 feet up in a tree. Humbled me on the spot, lol.
Anyway, on the weekend, we would head down the lake and hunt all day, usually come back with a boat load of birds. The boys would throw them in a wheelbarrow when we got back, and take them to all the elders' houses to distribute. It was quite a time!