A flurry of feathers and fast thumping of beating wings, the crack of a .410 gauge and a successful outing is had. Partridge hunting in the bush is a tough way to get food, often you can walk for hours and then you'll only have a split second to make your shot. It amazes me how much these birds - (Grouse) are like chickens, but a lot faster, smarter leaner, and more cunning. They don't provide a lot of food but what they do provide is always very welcome. Sometimes my outings will go much longer than anticipated in search of feathers, and when I'm finally successful, I waste no time in preparing the bird for a well deserved lunch. In some places, meadows, fields, clear cuts, gravel trails, it's a lot easier than where I usually hunt them. So what's the point? It gets you out into the bush walking around, and within a short amount of time I'd learned where things are in relation to each other in the tracts of crown land my camp sits in. I'd learned my way around that tract of bush better than anyone, and my sense of direction became heightened from the time I spent in those woods. And that is the largest reward, more so that the Partridges I ate. I gave it up for the most part though after my old dog died, it was just not the same.