Laura and I were newly married, and we went with her parents out Petersville Road (past Talkeetna) in their old, beat up motor home. Grouse season was open, and I brought along my bow and a few arrows with blunt tips. I shot 'instinctively'- which means with no sights. We saw our first grouse, and over the course of the morning a second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth. With six shots I had six gr...