Last week, me and my 11 year old son Bruce Junior went out one evening to look for a few Ptarmagin before all the snow goes away.

What a wonderful time in God's great outdoors as we left Nome and went over Banner Mountain getting a few birds there then continuing up Glacier Creek to Rock Creek.

We went against the rock face just north of Rock Creek mine and there were hundreds of Ptarmagin eating up last years blueberry and blackberry harvests.

What a beautiful sight, the nearly completely white birds with the purple around their beaks from their delightful respite after a long winter.

The Ptarmagin population in better this year than I have seen it in the past 11 winters in the "bush".

JR and I had a great time, and I followed Jr while we harvested one limit of Ptarmagin.  We could have easily gotten many more, but we did have a great time and shared our success with elders when we got home.

What a blessed time of teaching stewardship to my son and helping him to anchor his hunting heritage for his future and that of my decendents.

I pray you have God's great gift of provision as you head out soon.