PINE RIVER, MINN.
"There," Ted Lundrigan said, freezing in his tracks as he spotted his old German shorthair, Butch, locked on point just down the trail.
Instantly two ruffed grouse exploded in the thick woods, offering barely a glimpse of whirring feathers, but a third bird banked back toward Lundrigan and his son, Max. Each shouldered and swung his shotgun instinctively, and the elder Lundrigan squeezed the trigger once.
"Nice shot!" Max shouted as the bird tumbled to the forest floor.
"First bird of the year," said Dad, admiring the young grouse in his hand.
• • •
Ted Lundrigan takes his grouse hunting seriously.
So he was irritated when, during a hunt a few years ago, a friend — "he's what we call a keep-in-touch guy" — kept texting and checking messages on his cellphone with one hand while toting his shotgun in the other.