Monday, May 25, 2015

Grateful

I am forever indebted to those who've served, and moreso to those that never made it home. May we be ever mindful of their sacrifices, and may God bless them all.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Body Count '15 - #8

Another shed dweller. They're wisin' up, though. This one ran like hell as soon as he heard the screen door slowly slidin' open. However, he made the mistake of peekin' back out from under the shed after his hasty retreat. With the .17, an eyeball was all I needed to see.

I noticed earlier that at this point last year, I'd only anchored two... I'm ahead of the game this year.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Tater takin' care of business

Tater was headin' up to camp as I was headin' home yesterday. Unlike yours truly, it only took him two hours in the Bradford County woods to punch his first tag on this ol' longbeard first thing this mornin'. I need to take some lessons from that kid.

I ain't heard the story yet, but I'm sure it's a good one.
17lbs, 9-1/2" beard, 3/4" spurs

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Turkey season thus far

Turkey season is in full swing here in PA, which means not much sleep for me. And I'm okay with that.

The last weekend in April found me and my little buddy Daxton once again got lost in Michaux State Forest chasin' birds. As usual, we had several close calls but no shootin'. Next year's his last year, so hopefully we can finally get it done. Seems like we get closer and closer every year. I didn't get to snap many pictures, but did manage to catch the sunrise as we headed up the hill.

Once again, I sat out the opener on the first Saturday of May, due to work. Few things are more frustratin' in PA than tryin' to hunt on a Saturday, so I didn't fret too much. With most folks havin' off on Saturday, there's enough assholery to go around the woods and I'd just as soon not deal with the headaches. A few of the fellas made it up to camp though, and Joe started his season off right with a really nice bird. There were some other close calls, but nobody else pulled the trigger.
20lbs, 11-3/4" beard, 1" spurs
Dad and cousin Danny were up durin' the followin' week, and were up to their usual hijinx. Dad whiffed on several different opportunities, as seems to be the norm as of late. Danny, on the other hand, finally put a tag on his first longbeard after a lifetime of whackin' jakes. To say he was ecstatic was an understatement.
19-1/2lbs, 11-1/2" beard, 1-3/16 spurs
Last Friday, Joe asked me to tag along to a local place that he's been huntin' for the last few years. He had a few birds scouted, and thought we may be able to double up. While we weren't able to do that, I managed to drop the hammer on the big boy he's been watchin'. The detailed write-up is here if you have a hankerin' to read it. It was my first muzzleloader gobbler, and one of the most excitin' hunts I've ever had. I love nothin' more than huntin' with my family, and I really enjoyed the mornin' spent with Joe.
21-1/2lbs, 11-1/4" beard, 1" spurs


I was able to use the wingbone call that I got at the benefit auction
last September. It's a purty special call, so now that
it's served its purpose, it'll likely be retired.

My fearless guide for the mornin'.

A friend from work lives right along the Michaux State Forest border, and bagged a tom the first Monday. He invited me up to hunt behind his house, so I headed up a couple times last week. We had a few close calls, but again, no shootin'. Sure is purty up on that hill though.


Joe and I continued our run of success this mornin' with an excitin' hunt upstate. He and his girl were stayin' at the cottage for a post-graduation vacation, and I had a few days off of work so we decided to hunt together. After a patient sit on top of a windy hill, a group of birds got into one helluva fight in the field we were babysittin', and once it broke up, they dispersed in our direction. We once again had brief illusions of doublin' up, but the birds broke off at the last minute and never gave me a shot. I gave Joe the green light to shoot past me, and his season was over in short order with another longbeard.
19lbs, 7-1/2" beard, 1" spurs

Overlookin' the valley on the way out.

So, I have another mornin' upstate to get after 'em before I head back home. I'm not sure how much huntin' I'm gonna be able to fit in the rest of this season, so hopefully I make the most of it.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Hell

I'm not sure what sort of hellish Pandora's box I opened, but there's literally tens of thousands of black flies in my woodshop right now. It's makin' it damned difficult to get anything productive done.

I reckon a bug zapper will be added to the shoppin' list, in the very near future...

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Body Count '15 - #7

I caught this little booger out raidin' my girl's flowers at our pond this mornin'. I was kinda surprised, because normally it takes a few weeks after I shoot one before another one shows up. She made a good run and almost made it back to the hole under the shed. Almost.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Quick cottage run

I took a quick day trip up to the cottage today, and I gotta tell ya, I couldn't have hand-picked a better day to do it. Momma Nature was in full splendor today.

I generally try to get the water turned on and the furniture moved into place before Mom and Grandma head up to spring clean and get the cottage "officially" opened for the summer. They we plannin' on headin' up this weekend to take care of that, so I purty much was left with the day trip option.

With some help from the neighbor, and the obligatory Johnny Paycheck croonin' on the stereo, the chores were taken care of in a jig-time, so I even go to set on my ass and relax on the front porch for awhile.

All told, it was a great day to take the scooter for a spin. I manage to elude the attention of law enforcement, and I didn't have any major mechanical malfunctions, and the weather was about as perfect as I could want. Total mileage on the day was about 350, and the KLR averaged around 42mph. I yanked 'er back into the garage at home just as the sun was fixin' to dip behind the horizon... right on schedule.

Can't complain about a day like that.