“I understood that shooting grouse out of the air was not really the main point of grouse hunting. I liked figuring out where a grouse might be, sneaking up on it, planning how I’d get a shot when it flushed, or if I didn’t, one of the other men would. I liked watching the dogs work. I liked the New England woods in the fall, the way the melting frost glistened on the goldenrod early in the morning and the way Baldwin apples smelled when the ground was blanketed with them. I liked riding in the back seat with the dogs, listening to the men talk, being seen and not heard.”

— William G. Tapply, “First Grouse”