- May 31- Mr. Hasselborg and I started up the mountain after Ptarmigan at 6:30 this morning. It took 3 hours of very hard climbing to get up on top. Some places are so steep that had to climb trees to get up. As we neared the Summit (about 1500ft.) we saw two Ptarmigan circling about cackling. They make a noise very similar to that produced by running a stick over the teeth of a stiff comb. They would sail out and then after a moments hovering they would swoop down and light on a rock and remain silent for a while. Then they would let out another rasping cackle and away they would go again. Their flight resembled that of a falcon rather than a quail or grouse. I saw one light on a rock and as they were still in the white winter plumage they were very conspicuous. I succeeded in sneaking up within any gun range and secured the bird without any trouble. Som another one came along and lit in the snow and began to scoller. I got drive too. It began to snow then.