
by Erin Kalpin I was 12 years old, sitting in my bedroom nestled at the back of the small home I was growing up in. There, I touched the golden wings on the ruffed grouse pin before placing it on my blaze orange Ruffed Grouse Society hat. The following day I’d be heading to a North American Versatile Hunting Dog Association (NAVHDA) test, where we’d be running the small 7-month-old puppy I claimed as my own, named Ben, in his Natural Ability test. During the test, I proudly stood next to my dad when we reached the water and we paused for...






