Unlucky duck hunting and another trip trying to find grouses

I went duck hunting to a small lake, where normally can be found lots of ducks. But not this time, I only saw six mallards, which were flying so high over the lake, that I didn't even try to shoot them. I also took Ruska with me, so that she could run freely in the forest. But for some reason she didn't want to go run around, maybe she was afraid of lynxes?

A few days after the unlucky duck hunting, we went to another scouting trip, trying to find grouses and capercaillies. We didn't find any live ones, only one dead grouse, which some animal had eaten. Next time we are going to go there in the morning, when the birds are eating berries and more likely to be found.

My new camouflage suit Anglija Jagel, the Russian version of Finnish M05 camo. I think that this version is better than the original, as its cut is more loose, pockets are better and hood is also a big plus.

 

Almost like a bonsai.



A bear has been eating maggots out of rotten trees.

Squirrel's dinner.

Ruska found the remains of a dead grouse.