I tell everyone that my place is in Neave, Kentucky, but I’m really closer to Browningsville. It is just that no one ever heard of Browningsville, Kentucky. Neave? Neave is the reason my zipcode reads Falmouth, which is way the heck over in another county instead of Brooksville, the county … Continue reading →
At our camp, we have no particular standards. This is the first year we will all be adults– my youngest turned 16. I think it is rather goofy to have kids passing on less than ideal deer unless they choose to do so. I know there is a lot of … Continue reading →
I forget now which gooey Portuguese writer once opined that, when visiting a place, one leaves a part of oneself there. When returning, therefore, we are not just revisiting a location, but rediscovering a bit of ourselves as well. If that is true, I wonder what to make out of … Continue reading →
It is Sunday of Time-Change Weekend. I came out to the Honey Hole to listen–heard a small flock of hens and one gobbler sounding off just after sunrise. I figured I would take the time to write you all. Angus and I got in late Friday night and opened up … Continue reading →
If you’ve been reading this weblog for a few years, you will already know i usually go on hiatus about this time of year. It is usually hot. I’m usually not going down to the farm all that much, and I have not started seriously reloading for deer season. Well, … Continue reading →
You know, with all that was going on at deer camp last weekend, I kind of forgot to mention some important deer-related stuff. Yes, it still is a little poopy, but . . . well, you’ll see. I was out doing my first bit of serious scouting for turkeys and … Continue reading →
You gotta figure that having a 100 year-old farm house for Deer and Turkey Camp would have consequences, some of them unforeseen. You also have to figure that being away from a house for 3 months– things are going to change. I came back to camp Friday night after being … Continue reading →
Good question. Season is over for us. I still have a pile of stuff to do before calling it quits. The Guns One thing I learned over this season is that storing rifles in padded cases is bad Ju-Ju. I guess I was lucky all these years. I never had … Continue reading →
Originally Post #1 , “The Shaman Enters” at The Quaker Boy Forums 1/9/2007 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 … Continue reading →
Everyone goes at turkey hunting a little different. One guy wants to take a gobbler only if he has called it into him. Another guy only wants to do it with his grand-daddy’s side by side. Another fellow only feels right if he’s spent $500 on ammunition and is wearing the latest camo pattern– vest and boots matching. Another guy only wants to saddle up his bird and ride it back to camp singing “John Brown’s Body.” We all look at this sport differently.
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The Hole in the End of the Stump Turkey Camp officially reopened yesterday for the 2010 KY Spring Gobbler Season. Good news: The lights, the phone, and the water came back on without a hitch. I also got a cell signal on the first try. There were no dead mice … Continue reading →
We got to deer camp Friday night and did not even bother to open the doors. Instead, we immediately rolled out into the field to check on the food plots. I’d planted over Memorial Day weekend. In the interim, the farm has been soaked repeatedly. The results were fantastic! In … Continue reading →
I really did not set out this weekend to put emotional closure on the season. Turkey season for me has usually been a frustrating experience– no less due to the way it usually ended. Noon would come on the last Saturday, I’d get up and walk out and drive home, … Continue reading →
