Mike Moore and the grouse

Good friend Randy Moore took a foster child named Mike for a hunt. There was an unexpected result. David Sparks sportsman's spotlight. Speaker2: Mike had never been hunting. He was 16 years old. We put him through the hunter safety course. He has a deer tag and I have an elk tag. So if either of us see one or the other, maybe we'll come back with something. Me and Mike hunted through the woods and hiked several miles. Right when we were turning around, I looked over and seen a grouse sitting on a tree branch maybe ten feet from us. My friend Mike never seen a grouse before and I told him, watch this. We can't shoot him with our rifles because it will tear him up. I go, but these birds are usually not all the smartest of birds, so I thought, watch this Mike. I'm going to set my rifle down and I walked over to him. I'm probably two feet away now. And I told Mike real quietly, I go see that bird there. I'm going to reach over with my hand, and I'm going to just really quick swoop him up with my hand and throw him on the ground, and we're going to take him back to camp and have dinner of all the bizarre things to happen, I was just going to reach over really fast. And right when I moved my hand, just barely, I heard this crazy crashing noise in the pine trees right behind the grouse. It's a giant elk, and he's probably ten feet away. By the time I pick my rifle up, the elk is gone. The grouse has flown away, and all I've got when we get back to camp is this story. The old saying, a bird in the hand. Speaker1: Wishful thinking.