…a species I’ve spent more time searching for than I’d care to admit. Navigating mazes of deadfall and creeping between aspens and spruce, often with nothing more to show for my efforts than scraped up legs and a spectacular collection of mosquito bites. Dogged persistence has at times been rewarded, resulting in some of my most cherished memories. There’s something so fitting about one of the world’s most majestic birds being so elusive. Despite their impressive size, these emblems of northern forests can be amazingly inconspicuous. No matter how many I cross paths with, each evokes the same sense of awe and appreciation as the first.