Dusksess!

 Brian arrived at my campsite at 4:30 PM yesterday and an hour later, we were clambering up steep inclines of conifers, Aspen and lots of vaccinium berries.  After about an hour we had a brief huddle to plan what to do with the remaining daylight when a Dusky, who'd been hiding nearby decided to panic and flew up into a pine tree. As we approached flushed from tree.  Brian got off a shot but bird didn't fall. A second dusky flush at nearly the same time  but neither of us had a clear shot 

This morning we headed back to the same cover, doing our mountain goat thing.  Brian spotted a Dusky  on a log that flew up into a tree.  He took the shot but the bird and another oneflushed.   We pursued the first b  bird when a male walked out in front of us.  Brian was in front of me a pace or two but his view was obstructed by a small tree.  I called "bird!".  Brian stepped to one side, saw and took 3 shots, last of which hit the dusky.    At that point we we had just 3 shells between us and headed back down to the car.  Pretty exciting ACTION!

Brian on  the board with a Dusky in his hand

Steep.