Pheasants Forever’s Anthony Hauck posted a great tribute to his favorite slough, which sadly is no more. It got me thinking about another conservation failure. One I experienced firsthand.
This dweller of the forest floor is the world’s slowest-flying bird: the American woodcock, the migratory gamebird known in the country’s northern regions as the harbinger of spring because of the male’s unique courtship flight.
Michigan’s Upper Peninsula is home to some of the most rewarding and torturous grouse habitat in the country. Grouse hunters who flock there wouldn’t have it any other way.