Ever since I started hunting I've wanted to chase the elusive, mystical woodcock, a bird so steeped in mythology it was once thought to spend its summers on the surface of the moon.
Timberdoodles, mud snipe, bog sucker, wood elf--all names for scolopax minor, the lewdly named woodcock. Okay, get your jokes out of the way. Lord knows I've told more than my share. But when you're done, you really ought to do everything in your power to actually eat one of these birds.