Commercialfarmer
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Had a few days off starting Friday. It has been awhile since I was able to really devote some substantial time to hunting, so that was my plan. Friday, I was going to scout for opening deer season on Saturday, and get in a little turkey hunting while I was at it.
But... instead, partly due to re-thinking priorities and life I spent Friday helping dad with some odds and ends and feeding, just to spend some time with him. 3/4ths of the way through the day, we were pulling into a pasture to feed and there was a flock of turkeys crossing the road. Not a real common place to see them. I looked and dad had his shot gun in the back seat, also very unusual. I pointed out the turkeys and we figured out a game plan after arguing over who was going to carry the gun. Finally convinced him, I wasn't taking his gun. Sat down and I called them in, in about 20 minutes. He hadn't shot a turkey in years and it used to be one of his favorite things to do. It was a good day.
Saturday, I woke up earlier than planned. Ended up killing time on this site for a bit before I was going to head out. Read the thread about Peg's daughter. Thought about the little girl that crawled into bed with me at 3 a.m., because there was dinosaurs in her bed. :shock: I ended up staying there getting elbowed and kneed in the face and ribs and taking everyone out for breakfast that morning. It was a really good morning.
Eventually made it hunting about 4:25 p.m. Didn't have a real game plan, and it was really late, so I just sat on a wheat field on the ground. Ended up finding this about 30 minutes later. Won't make the record books, and there are bigger deer around. But I was pretty happy considering everything.
I broke every rule in the hunting book. Didn't have a clue on movement, took a shower that morning with some cologne soap my wife buys me, wore blue jeans and solid orange jacket with no break up camo, walked into the place I was hunting at the time they were moving, parked about 50 yards away, wore my smelly leather work boots and was sitting on the ground against the trunk of an open oak tree.
This buck came from down wind and trotted across the open field behind me straight at the finger of trees I was in. He was within 100 yrds and should have busted me but he kept coming. Seemed like it was just meant to be, so I cut my season short and went home.
But... instead, partly due to re-thinking priorities and life I spent Friday helping dad with some odds and ends and feeding, just to spend some time with him. 3/4ths of the way through the day, we were pulling into a pasture to feed and there was a flock of turkeys crossing the road. Not a real common place to see them. I looked and dad had his shot gun in the back seat, also very unusual. I pointed out the turkeys and we figured out a game plan after arguing over who was going to carry the gun. Finally convinced him, I wasn't taking his gun. Sat down and I called them in, in about 20 minutes. He hadn't shot a turkey in years and it used to be one of his favorite things to do. It was a good day.
Saturday, I woke up earlier than planned. Ended up killing time on this site for a bit before I was going to head out. Read the thread about Peg's daughter. Thought about the little girl that crawled into bed with me at 3 a.m., because there was dinosaurs in her bed. :shock: I ended up staying there getting elbowed and kneed in the face and ribs and taking everyone out for breakfast that morning. It was a really good morning.
Eventually made it hunting about 4:25 p.m. Didn't have a real game plan, and it was really late, so I just sat on a wheat field on the ground. Ended up finding this about 30 minutes later. Won't make the record books, and there are bigger deer around. But I was pretty happy considering everything.
I broke every rule in the hunting book. Didn't have a clue on movement, took a shower that morning with some cologne soap my wife buys me, wore blue jeans and solid orange jacket with no break up camo, walked into the place I was hunting at the time they were moving, parked about 50 yards away, wore my smelly leather work boots and was sitting on the ground against the trunk of an open oak tree.
This buck came from down wind and trotted across the open field behind me straight at the finger of trees I was in. He was within 100 yrds and should have busted me but he kept coming. Seemed like it was just meant to be, so I cut my season short and went home.