My cousin Josh and I spent 3 days sled skiing in Revy in early April. It was looking a little wet in the valley but we dipped into a North facing bowl and found some serious goods. En route to the bowl I was attacked by a killer grouse. While I was sledding up the trail I felt something on the hood of my jacket. I thought it was snow kicking up from my track when I looked back and saw wings flapping. I stopped and the grouse faced off with me and pecked away at my hand. We played with it for a while and went sledding for the day. On our way back down it came out and met us on the same stretch of road. It then flew and attacked both Josh and I. One of the funnier and stranger things I’ve seen in the bush. Hope you enjoy the edit.