Saturday, May 28, 2011

A Bitter Sweet End


The spring turkey season has offically ended. The awakening of the woods sounded off by distant gobbles will be missed.

Hunting turkeys late season with archery gear is such an awesome task. It seems the odds were against me. Especially this strange weather we have been dealing with. Wind and rain and more wind and rain. Turkeys are more weather sensitive than fish, with wind being the worst condition. Times were tough, but I was still hunting.

I managed to get on some new property with only 4 1/2 days left of the season. I was desperate to get on a bird. I spotted this big tom and was able to snap some photos of him before he trailed off with a hen. I named him Boss Hog, for obvious reasons. My first evening I was greeted with a gobbling tom. Closing the distance and finaly getting a reaction to the calls, the birds were spotted on the move. On the move right down the field edge towards me. Boss Hog was not responsible for the gobbling.

I just couldn't decide on taking a shot. After one of the 3 toms passed I decided to shot. The bitter part would be me watching my arrow glid throught the air over the birds back. Sitting on my butt, shooting down hill, and wrapped around a tree. I know, I know, I have no excuse. I just plain old choked. The heartbreak wasn't so intense for I knew they weren't Mr. Hog.

I did catch a glimpse of the big tom that evening, but I never was presented with a shot. The story holds for the rest of the season. I seen my share of birds and many other great sights. My first fawn was spotted this week. Only a day or two old, cutest thing you'd ever see.

I made a new friend. The landowner is a sweet old lady. The kind you could sit and talk to for hours. She reminds of why I do this. I told her how much I appreciate the opportunity she has given me. Her response was much the same. She said that it is nice to have someone out here who appreciates it like I do. I hope we stay in contact, I already have a summer job I will be doing for her. Tearing down an old building so she can see the critters better. If that's not great, well, I guess I don't know what is.

Bow hunting, sirenity, visual blis, and new friends. This, is what it's all about.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Shroomin's on the Storm


Thunder, sideways rain, hail, and the almighty morel. What more could you ask for?

After my morning turkey hunt got stormed out I headed out to check some of my morel spots during a break in the weather. The weather seemed like it was going to give me some time to do some lookin'. Seemed being the key words.

I definitely found new shrooms, but they should have been picked a couple days ago. The only ones growing this late in the season are the big whites. A lot of them that I had found we too damaged to pick. Between the bugs and the sun they were pretty much shot. This was do to the somewhat warmer week with lots of sun. You have to pick them quick when it's warm and sunny.

The more wooded growth was in much better shape being guarded from the sun. I found some great morels in the undergrowth today. You really have to look now because the vegetation is getting rather heavy, but this saves on the damage.

The thunder began and the wind picked up even more. I had time, wrong. Light rain turned into sideways rain. Seeking shelter under some down falls, the hail began. As the ice stones bounced off my hat I said out loud," Please don't get any bigger!" With a little luck, they didn't. Marble size was about all they amounted to. This time of year the weather can be rather sneaky so watch it closely. I don't mind being caught in a rain storm now and again, I don't melt.

The shroomin' is nearing its end along with spring. Get out and find some before there are none to be found!