The first two birds we found flushed wild, a good 20 yards in front of the dog and 50 yards beyond me. I called in the dog and made him work closer. The next bird towered up behind an old white pine and I never could get a bead on him. Late in the morning, a fourth bird sat tight under the boughs of a fir tree on the edge of an old pasture. My dog pointed him perfectly, and I was sure my approach from the woods toward the open ground would give me a clear, if brief, look at the bird. It was brief indeed, as the grouse flushed right over the dog and straight at my head. I ducked, wheeled and shot 8 feet behind him.