by Tom Keer A few winters ago, Quebec’s Don Keddy, a field trialer and grouse and woodcock hunter, had enough. The long, gray, Canadian winters are hard on bird doggers. To break his cabin fever, Keddy packed up his truck and road-tripped his way to Georgia. For him, the balmy weather would be a nice change of pace. Equally, trading the hawthorn tines and thick alder runs for soft grasses would change attitudes, certainly for him, but more importantly, for his dogs. Along the way, Keddy found a trend that has been forming for a long time. The ruffed grouse is...
