Several years ago Tim and I visited Steve Chindgren at his cabin in January to watch him do some winter sage grouse hawking. The days began well before dawn when Steve got up and loaded his falcons and dogs into the truck. Soon, after a quick cup of coffee, we were off and bouncing along the snowy two-track roads in search of grouse. In the winter the grouse gather in large flocks and inhabit preferred feeding grounds filled with plenty of sage brush that they use for both food and shelter. They’re tough to find. If you’re lucky, you might see one perched on top of a sage, taking in the rays of the early morning light. Or you might see the three-toed tracks they leave in the snow.