Weekend #3 came and went with no gobblers to show for it. Mooselette, Moose and Angus came out.  Action was remarkably heavy, at least on the west side of the farm. Moose was over at the Westwood blind and managed to call up two gobblers out of Right Leg … Continue reading →
The Mooselette got a chance to get out and deal with the turkeys on Saturday. It wasn’t quite the show we had hoped for. The cold snap had made it a rather subdued affair, and every gobbler seemed to be henned up. However, honorable Number One Granddaughter was able to … Continue reading →
I’ve been off for a week on unpaid furlough, so we had a great opportunity to get caught up on things. The best came last. Mooselette and Daddy Moose came down for a campout. Mooselette got to set up her tent all by herself. While I watched camp, Saturday morning. … Continue reading →
I had Mooselette out on Sunday. She took her turkey calls with her, and we went out to the old farmstead. We call it “The Hand,” because on the original aerial photo, it looked like a thumb and five fingers. It’s now a little copse of trees, but at one … Continue reading →
The Thunderstorms are due back after Noon. I’ll be beating it back to town shortly, having concluded a very productive trip to the farm, and one of the best days I’ve ever had. I’ll give you some highlights. As soon as we heard they were relaxing the quarantine, The Shamanic … Continue reading →
This should have been a triumphant announcement. Mooselette had shot her first gobbler. However, a worldwide pandemic interfered. It was just not to be. Okay, I can live with that. I went out alone this AM with the umbrella mic, ready to record some more stuff– hopefully enough for another … Continue reading →
Mooselette had the flu last weekend, so she did not make it over for her birthday party. We had a make-up event yesterday. One of the big highlights was a lesson from Grandpa on how to make pot calls. I’d ordered up the makings for two calls from Shipleys. One … Continue reading →
Looking from the outside, one might ask why we even show up. I’d have to go back and look to see when we last shot a deer during Kentucky’s early Muzzleloader Season. This year was much the same. However, I would say everyone had a great time. At our camp, … Continue reading →
I went to point to the story of honorable #2 son’s first deer hunt, and I found that it was missing. I had pictures, but that was it. It was a seminal moment in both our lives, so I felt it bore setting down properly before the details have fully … Continue reading →
#1 Granddaughter, AKA Mooselette, came down to Turkey Camp last night and went out hunting with her grandfather. It was drizzling, so we started off undercover at Midway. There was not much action on our side of the farm, so we headed in at 9, stopping for a while to … Continue reading →
This should be a great story about how the Mooselette and I went out Saturday morning and called up a turkey. She’s still too young to shoot a shotgun, but she’s at the right age for everything else. Everything was set. Moose and Angus were going to come down Friday … Continue reading →
This past weekend was shaping up to be a major disappointment. I was out Saturday to scout, and for the second weekend in a row I only heard gobblers that were well off the property. Normally, I would have a podcast or two under my belt. Nothing. Late afternoon on … Continue reading →
I hope you all had a happy Saint Hubert’s Day. Mooselette did. As you all know, Saturday was Saint Hubert’s Day. I’ve been touting this day for some time as a logical supplant for Christmas. On the Feast of Saint Hubert, the patron saint of hunters, folks should exchange hunting … Continue reading →
