My first Ruff,flush was in Hoosier National Forest---after I almost recovered,I shot two different trees---me,red faced--bird going somewhwere else,waiting for his next victim..
In the mid 70s,I was in Canada(Ontario--on Ivanho lake) for a fall bear hunt--first day in camp I decided to get some Ruffs for supper---pulled out my 1100,12ga----the guide asked me if I was a poor shot??"dont think so,why?"---he said most locals shoot them with .22s---------drive along the logging trails until you would see from one to a dozen of them "dusting"and gettin gravel for their craw---they would then shoot(somtimes)2,or three before they would dissapear into the brush...
Oh yah--dont bring the bird back to camp-pop the breast--leave the rest to the ravens and whiskey jacks ...
tallend