But, I digress.
I finally found time to sit down at the computer, so hopefully I'll be able to catch up on a few posts.
First off, the second half of the PA turkey season. We were a little slow outta the gate this year, but the fellas managed to get on the board a few more times to make for another exceptional season outta our camp.
Tater needed only two days to account for two birds. The day after his success late in the second week, he was able to guide his friend Dylan to his first gobbler after an excitin' hunt.
|Dylan's first gobbler, and a good one. 7" beard, 1-1/8" spurs, 19-3/4lbs.|
|8-1/2" beard, 3/4" spurs, 19-1/2lbs|
|Carey and I headin' back to camp after a slow, but enjoyable hunt.|
|I got some great footage of this bird while huntin' with TJ,|
but we just couldn't get 'em in gun range.
|10-1/4" beard, 1-1/8" spurs, 19lbs|
Ron closed out our season with a jake. I was pretty proud of him for gettin' both his tags filled, since he didn't get many opportunities in the woods this year.
|4-1/2" beard, 1/4" spurs, 14lbs|
I didn't get to take as many pictures this year as I would have liked, but I did managed to snag a few. Here's a coupla notable ones...
|When I get tired, I usually say screw it and just lay down|
beside the tree for a few minutes and nap. Thus, this is
my view, and it's usually a good one.
|A young buck browsin' along the edge of a well pad.|
|It's a little hard to see since my camera had trouble focusin'|
through the foliage, but I had a black snake slither up to within
four feet of me.
|Some sorta neat little critter. Never looked into what it was,|
but I thought he looked neat against the wood grain of
my Charles Daly.
|My final sunrise of the 2015 Spring Gobbler season. This|
is one of the reasons why we set the alarm for dark-thirty.
All in all, it was another enjoyable and successful season. Although I personally only got one bird, I had plenty of excitin' hunts and close calls. Besides, the one I did get was thrillin' enough to last several lifetimes, and I'll take that trade-off. I'm always ecstatic when my friends and family get into the birds, and with Dad battlin' some health issues recently, I was more than thrilled when he called to tell me about his successful hunt.
The first week after the season ends usually brings a sigh of relief as we start catchin' up on long-forgotten chores and sleep. However, it doesn't take real long to start jonesin' for the spring woods again.