Those grandgaughter people are wonderful things, daughters are too. All the way from driving you crazy, making you angry to making you pop your buttond with pride. Upon entering the front room there are two deer, a nice 4X4 whiteail and a 5X5 mule deer. Now one would think since they are different species shot by the two daughters that there would be no argument as to which is bigger; guess again!
Last deer season, the grandson started hunting with grandpa under the mentorship program. After passing several does and a couple of spikes, Wednesday evening he asked if he could shoot a grouse. He did, a bird that should have been 12/ 13 inches tall was twenty inches long after a 6mm bullet struck it just above the tail, flew just under the backbone, and exited the top of the neck as it was rapidly departing. What an explosion of feathers! The breast was in beautiful shape with very few feathers, but all of the underlying bones were broken. He and his dad ate "partridge". Grandpa is carving a full-sized grouse and we will drill holes in the rump to display the birds fan with the actual feathers.
Please, enjoy the new grand daughter and get her into the woods as quick as possible. (Mean while, my 6 yr old grand daughter is dragging me to a sweetheart's dance next week.)