The Gun Shop ⋆ Outdoor Enthusiast Lifestyle Magazine
EXCLUSIVE The upland season had been a great one, one of my best in fact, so when the woodcock coverts thinned out and the early snows made for spotty grouse hunting melancholy set in. You know exactly what I'm talking about, for what began with the sweet smell of drying hay, Indian Summer heat, and colorful foliage ended with the pre-winter color of gray. On top of that, Old Mother Hubbard’s coverts were bare.
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