Turkey Hunting
The shaman comes back to camp
From The Quaker Boy Forums — just started. The wind was stiff enough that it blew the door open as soon as it came unlatched. It was snowing lightly, but it wasn’t cold enough to stick. It was cold, it was muddy. It looked like the sky was going to open up. The shaman bolted the door and kicked a clod off his boots and surveyed the inside. In the murk, you could still see an open box of thirty-thirty and a broken grunt call on the dining table. An orange vest hung off the back of a chair. The … More . . .
Sacrifices
Midrivers from RacksandSpurs said : Thanks for mystical memories of seasons past and and helping us to realize the sacrifices made in one area of our lives to accomodate a feeling of contentment and fufillment in another. He then goes on to get all complimentary on my writing to the point that I can’t repeat it here. Here’s my reply: It’s funny you say “sacrifices.” At the time I took Gordo up on his invite and moved into his spare room, I was happy to have a roof over my head. The tent had just been a means to an … More . . .
Eating Jake
The other day I finally got around to smoking the turkey ref: Mooseboy Gets His Bird Anyhow, this was about a 15 pound jake. I started about 0700 concocting an injected marinade of 1 stick of butter 1 container of lime juice (you know the little lime-shaped) container with lime juice in it 1 medium jar of grape jelly. . . . and a bunch of jerk-type spices by the teaspoon load: garlic powder, allspice, curry powder, ginger, pepper etc. This made a gawdawful looking greenish bile-like substance that I then injected into the bird in every conceivable way. Later, … More . . .
Turkey 2005
Mooseboy finally got his chance at a gobbler yesterday. We were down in the bottoms of Pity Creek. The action has been kind of spotty since opening day. Friday, I had a visit from The Two Jakes, but they were heading away from me and I had to take a desperation shot that turned out to be sixty yards. Oh well. Yesterday, they came back. They kind of caught us by surprise, suddenly appearing at our decoys. John was blocked from the shot, and they were close to disappearing back the way they came. So John had me take the … More . . .
How still is still?
They always tell you to be as still as you can when you hunt. How still is still? Hmmm. I’ve been so still at times that a squirrel once climbed up my leg. On the other hand, I’ve taken a buck from the ground at 10 feet with a bow, while his sister stood and watched me draw from 3 feet away. I shot my first deer after standing up in plain sight to take a whizz, but I’ve also been busted sitting in a 25′ tree stand with a stiff wind blowing in my favor. It has a lot … More . . .
Mister Natural and the Incident at Broken Corners
As I came over the rise at the first barn, there was Mister Natural. He was blocking my way. I honked the horn, and he stood his ground. I backed down over the rise, put it in 4WD, took a deep breath and gunned it.
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Turkey Camp, 2002
Log of the Hole 19 April, 2002 1300 EDT Weather: 82F Rain predicted. Five days of Spring gobbler hunting will make any man humble. Tack on my load of 20 years of self-inflicted bad luck and Friday morning saw a man stripped of all delusions crawl out of bed and catch my reflection in the kitchen window. The forecast promised rain by 11. The kids were coming for the weekend. It had to be this morning, or probably another week, or quite possibly another season. I checked the doppler radar out of Cincinnati, and there was rain one county over. … More . . .
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