grampy

Happy Birthday! And glad to have ya join us!

....left the buttock wounded bubba, standing there, with mouth agape and eyes wide, with a sign around his neck that said, "I talk turkey". So the two mismatched riders scooted away at full speed, and a cloud of dust, right to Culvercreek hunt club! Slamming on the brakes, doing a 360, with tinfoil hats askew, there came to their ears a sound, that gave them chills to the core. Turning slowly, faces covered in snot and dust.......

I may take my 5wt. fly rod with a minnow streamer, through the snow drifts, to a 34 degree water temperature, fast running, chocolate milk colored, hot spot. Make two or three casts, before tangling my line, on a back cast, in the nearest bush or tree. Before muttering under my breath, #@€*×¥+..., break off the line, and head home. To some marshmallow peeps and a handful of jelly beans.

....agent grow sitting there drinking green tea, with 247 cords of redwood logs neatly stacked and covered. Agent Biz just stood there in disbelief, scratching his head and nether regions, and proclaimed....

Glad your ok Dan. That would have scared the bazoogles outa me!

Congratulations Larry! I have no doubt, you left a lasting impression on all those "snot faced kids"! By being a great example of what a fire fighter should be. Wishing you a long and healthy retirement, my friend.

hahaha....see how much I've slowed down? The deer don't even notice me stumbling around! Thanks buddy. It's hunts like that one, that keep me coming back for more.

.....And while STEVE863 was in the pokey, he met another inmate, and asked him what Easter dinner was like in the joint? The other inmate said robo spam, with a side of........

After a health issue last year, I asked myself this same question. The answer I found, in the eyes of my grandson and my lifelong hunting partner. As long as they hunt, so will I. I'm still acquiring hunting "stuff" at 61. Most all of it will be passed down or given away, to complete the circle for me. Though I've lost a step, and slowed down a bit in the woods, I don't consider that a bad thing. As now I savor each hunt and experience, much more than I did in my prime. As long as I can roll out of bed, to put on my boots, I'll be heading out. Even if it's just to sit there and smile.

Wow! Another cool antler burr! I think it looks awesome! The owl is my spirit bird. This, I was told as a boy, from my great uncle, who was a full blood native american.

Happy Birthday! Wishing this great group, all the best, on their special day! Live it up fella's!

Just another example of common sense, not being very common, these days.

Really nice work! Got a couple old hay wagons. Maybe we can build a mobile deer blind on one, after seeing how your coop turned out, that's the first thing that popped into my head. Good stuff here, with all the ideas!

Great work! Nothing else quite compares, to something you make with your own hands!

Few years ago, I was fishing a tourney on the mohawk, below lock 13 at Fonda. My wife had just bought me a rather expensive rod and reel for my birthday. While making a long cast, to the seam of fast water coming over the dam, the rod just flew out of my hand! GONE!....... Back home after the tourney, I'm unloading the boat, and the Mrs. comes out and asks "how did you like the new 'pole'?" I told her I loved it! Felt like nothing at all in my hand! I love it soooo much, I want to order another one!

I think they look good enough to eat. Your art knows no boundaries my friend.

...to garner information from a found kindle, to feed the fake media, to entertain a bunch of hunters in a long off season. So I went outside, took a deep breath of freash air and......

.....uptown, upchucked a pink marshmello peep. Not feeling well, he looked for a remedy from Doc......

who winked and said c'mere ol' buddy, lets have a beer, and figure out how we got here.

Everyone turns, as a big black pickup, with sissy carpet pulls up, in a swirl of dust. Out steps a big man, and with a grin, grabs a very fine recurve bow and one arrow. He nods to all assembled and says follow me, I got this. All get in line and followed the big guy into the field. All except wooly, who is smiling as he picks up the still flapping Rhode Island Red. And stashes it in his coat, for a dinner and future skull carving.

Some very good replies here, considering our resident 'expert' went to roost. Though I am far from an 'expert', I do have an observation or two I'll share. In the hill country where I hunt, during winter, and this time of year, turkey's will keep to lower elevations, for the most part. As the weather warms and snow melts, a lot of them will move to higher woodlots and pastures to roost, feed and nest. During nesting season, most hens will stay within one square mile. The boss gobblers will pretty much stay with the hens, within their area. It is most challenging for a hunter to pull these boss gobblers away from the hens. The lesser toms are the ones that will travel farther, between hen groups, looking for their own 'harem' or easier breeding opportunities. These toms, are the ones most likely to come to a hunters calls.

Happy Birthday! All the good stuff coming your way today! Enjoy it all!

Great story and pictures, from what was obviously an epic hunt! Thanks for sharing!

Really glad that didn't happen while the blind was occupied!!!

Awesome! Now get to work with it!...............