This is how hunting is supposed to be! Cold in the morning with a solid front on the ground. Noisy but not enough to give your cover away. And sun. I love the sun. I sat in the Sky Condo, Hubby was in T3 and Dad decided that since time is ticking, he would walk. The plan was for him to walk the piece by T3 in hopes of jumping something towards Hubby. Then, the guys would head my way and split up. Dad would head east and loop around to my treeseat. Hubby would make a loop west then swing east and come out at my treeseat. When I saw Hubby at the foot plot, I was supposed to head immediately to my treeseat. I was excited about this plan because I had not sat in my treeseat all season and I missed...
We kicked off the new season on Saturday and it could not have been a better morning. The moon was out, the stars were bright and there was just a slight chill in the air. It was 24 degrees. After last year's last minute switch in sitting spots and my success, I let Hubby pick where he wanted to sit. He wanted the Sky Condo and I took T3. As the three of us walked along the path into the woods, the silence was broken by a single howl. It was loud and close. Sound travels Dad said but we all knew that the coyote was close. He was probably in the woods between us and T3. Luckily, it was just one coyote (only one was howling.) We split from Hubby and headed directly towards T3 as another howl came....
I was ready! Everything was packed and the sun was out. I drove down to meet up with Steve and we were going turkey hunting. Well, I was. He had already tagged out and was sharing his blind with me. We made our way through the trees and towards the blind on the edge of the field. The turkeys were already there picking at the food in the field. It was the first time I had ever hunting agricultural land and the first time hunting turkey in the fall. We wanted to make sure that we were not seen, so we crawled our way into the blind and set up the chairs, my steady stick and gear. We watched the birds eating, unaware that we were there. For the next hour, we watched and hoped that they would get...
A few weeks ago, Dad got his old bow out for us to play around with. He estimated that he hadn't shot it in about 40 years and he wasn't sure how good the string were so we were a little cautious. We had some rusty broadheads and smiled when we confirmed that we were all up to date on our tetanus shots. 40-ish year old broadheads I had never handled a bow, much less shot one. I was excited, nervous and cautious. Dad, being Dad, picked up the bow and drew back like he had just put it down yesterday. He may not want to admit it, but he is a natural outdoorsman. Look at that form! I don't know any see it.t archery but I know decent form when I see it. Dad shooting his bow Hubby, Dad and I got a hay bale out of the...
By the time this post goes 'live' I hope that I can announce that I have passed my trapping education class! Over the past few years, I have been trying new things in the outdoor world (hello bear hunting) and one of the things that I wanted to know more about was trapping. I may never actually set a trap myself, but I think that in order for me to write authentically about it, I should know how to do it or have at least tried it. I plan to go out with a few friends this winter and see how they run their trap lines. I would love to come back with a martin or fisher but I want to know about it first. As a renewable resource that provides people with income in the winter months, trapping is one of those lost arts...
Everything was going just fine until I realized that I had the wrong gun. I had packed everything that I would need and was getting comfortable with the idea of sitting by myself in the tree blind. It was 90 degrees. The odds of a bear coming in were really not good. Plus, when Steve dropped me off and checked the cameras, there were no pictures and the bait had not been touched. I was a little more relaxed about it but I was still weirded out about having the wrong gun. Me, my awesome Kryptek Helios top and the wrong 30-06 I'm couldn't believe that it happened. I had assumed that my gun was in my gun bag and switched it with the gun sitting right next to it. The different strap never registered when I grabbed the guns. I...
