KInd of a dreary day, low 50's, light rain. I did my Saturday chores gathering up the garbage, hauling it to the dump, and cleaning up some brush. I felt "cabin fever" setting in and it's only October. So I thought I would get out of the house for a while. I took my Browning "sweet sixteen" and my trusty hound to a woods a couple of miles away that is usually pretty good for Grouse. I lucked out. I didn't walk more than 200 yards and I flushed one for a straight going away shot. Went down immediately and Fido (Starlight) retrieved like a champ. (Didn't have to blow in her nose for a release, thanks, RIKA, I'm still trying to get the dog snot off my hat.) I walked about 100 yards farther and kicked up another one on a going away, crossing left shot. Nailed that one too. (Allright, Dammit, it took me two.) I couldn't find the second Grouse, and Starlight was doing what dog's do in the woods so it was a while before she found it. I field dressed both birds and went home and de-winged and plucked them. I'm not plucking wings for a teaspoon of meat. Cooked them both in a slow oven with a bacon strip across the breast. Cholesterol be damned, everybody got to die of something.l made a side dish of rice pilaf. I fried up some Walleye fillets that I had caught in Canada for my Wife. (She won't eat game I've shot, but fish are OK, go figure.) The grouse were so good I couldn't believe it. Moist, tender, and, well, there is something about obtaining you food with your own hands. The whole meal I GOT with my own hands, except for the rice. I saved the heart, liver, and gizzards for the dog over rice. Very, Very Satisfying.