I really like sharptails. If we ever run out of bobwhites in Texico, I’ll probably move north and hunt them fulltime.
Looking, first, at some of the sharpie’s kinfolk, I’d classify the ruffed grouse as the haughty blue-blood of the clan. He frequents the upper east and he’s often chased by folks who smoke pipes and belong to gunclubs. The spruce grouse is the inbred mountain-man of the family. He’s dumber than a stump, and that’s usually where he’s standing and staring blankly when a shotgun points his way.
Between these two intellectual extremes, we have the sharptail. He’s the sodbusting prairie-dweller that wakes up each morning with a different M.O. When it’s hot and windy he’ll flush underfoot and give you a decent chance. On cold days he’ll jump from the grass when the truck door slams and fly out of sight. I like his furry little feets and the way he cackles when he flushes. It’s a nasal, mocking, staccato, yodel that reminds me of the grade school punk that always needed an ass-whooping, but never got one.
Most endearing, though, is the sharpie’s little stomping and spinning jiggy-jag that he does when the ladies of spring are around. Thanks to Dawson Dunning for shooting this incredibly cool footage. – TB
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I used to have a few dance moves like that. Cool video and masterful choice of soundtrack.
Agreed on the music, Mark.
It’s kinda like Zamphir meets Sitting Bull.
Always been a ruffed grouse hunter but, like you, and so many others, I’ve really grown to love hunting and watching and dreaming about sharptails and the fabulous places they inhabit. Around my home in interior Alaska I’m blessed with great hunting for both. Wonderful video by a talented fellow. I’d love to sit down over a cold one and talk to him about how he accomplished this stellar feat.
Never knew my pipe smoking was so divisive. Now cigar smokers belong to gun clubs!