I almost bought one of these Western Capercaillie or Tetrao urogallus because they remind me of the true story my stepfather Onni told me. He went to work in the forest on his moped in the 60's. Every morning a capercaillie flew from the ditch and in front of him across the road. He wanted to catch it. Next morning he accelerated his moped when the bird took on its wings and caught it with one hand. Onni was hunter, too. He knew what to do with the bird. He did not tell me if it was a hunting season or not. I think he had a moped like these: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pappa-Tunturit_IMG_7295_C.JPG
