Re-posted from Nov 1, 2005. Was that trip a year ago?
Our bird hunting trip to the Adirondacks this past weekend was a delight, thanks to excellent, lively companionship, but no thanks to an unseasonably early�dump of 16" of snow on Tues/Weds. Conditions�up north were not ideal for grouse, or for walking in the deep woods and gnarly alder patches. Nevertheless, the mix of good guys, birds, dogs, guns, and tough-walking, leg-challenging�woods, followed by excellent tobacco and�moderate amounts of good alcohol,�is always one hell of a fine combination for the average American male. And, as I always say, "Hunting isn't shopping." Especially the way I have been shooting this year.
On Saturday we headed east, close to Lake Champlaine, where there was�no snow,�and we had the good fortune to run into a couple of migrating flights of woodock (one flush every five minutes), which redeemed our trip, as did our gala game dinner�Saturday night at our gracious hosts at The Hungry Trout,�featuring trout, moose, woodcock, grouse, Canada Goose, venison and duck, accompanied by witty conversation and good stories, both the lies and the true.
Thanks to a pal's Citation,�(next time you are in one, ask the pilot to show you how fast he can climb that machine, and then lean back)�the trip was rapid and luxurious, with all necessary adult beverages.�NetJets is one way to do it, but there may be better�deals if you shop around, or so I am told - but I�do not play in that league.
This photo from Friday,�up�towards the Canadian border, close to Dannemora, NY.
