In 1937, Aldo Leopold wrote:
“Everybody knows…that the autumn landscape in the North Woods is the land, plus a red maple, plus a ruffed grouse. In terms of conventional physics, the grouse represents only a millionth of either the mass or energy of an acre. Yet, subtract the grouse and the whole thing is dead.”
It’s ‘partridge’ in New England, but Aldo is bang on. More explosive than nitrocellulose, Ol’ Ruff enlivens the North Woods.
We pursue the King of Gamebirds in early successional woodland in Green Mountain National Forest, and in the Champlain Valley among agricultural land possessing a mixture of woodland, wetland, and field. In addition to partridge and woodcock, some of the coverts that we hunt may also hold pheasant. Go ahead then and take the shot (assuming it’s safe and ethical) if the dog points a ringneck.