This afternoon Sam and I went after Hungarian partridges (huns). There was a fresh snow on the ground and a sharp crisp feel to the air. Right off the bat we had a beautiful point, but it turned out to be a pair of sharp-tailed grouse. We smiled at the horizon as they flew off, then we turned to find more game. Max, my pointer didn’t miss a beat, he just headed off for the next find. The sunset was striking. Sam thought we were on a quest for Mordor. -Chris
