Bodhi’s Mountain
Bodhi was my first bird dog. My first bird dog, not my dad's that is. As a Bodhisattva should do, he graciously gave up his path to enlightenment so that others may attain it, mostly so that I may strive to attain enlightenment. We returned to Bodhi's favorite spot for blue grouse this year, to find many others already hunting his hallowed grounds. Being one who doesn't like change, this had me reeling wondering what to do. We quickly found change and decided, with considerable trepidation to hunt a spot down the road to his and my favorite spot, a spot which we had never been to before, but was at least free from other hunters. After all, this is public land, they had as much right to be there as did we, and they had beat us to the spot on Opening Day of Grouse Season, so it was all done fair and square. Remy, Bodhi's grandson, didn't seem to mind, as he is still a pup himself, he didn't know any better, or at least he tried to persuade me so. I, on the other hand, knew better---that this spot could not be as good as our favorite spot which we had enjoyed for so many years. We headed off up the mountain, but at least it was the same mountain as Bodhi's Spot was on, so who knew what might await us. To our surprise, we found grouse. A lot of grouse. Dusky grouse (formerly known as Blue Grouse) here and dusky grouse there. And we made a new spot our own, it would never be Bodhi's Spot, but this one became Remy's spot. Perhaps Remy will lay there some day in