Indaswamp wrote: D Comeaux wrote:
Just about to head to the turkey woods. Fried frog legs and catfish with fried taters tonight and two wild hogs cooking in a couple of Cajun microwaves for tomorrow evening. I'm ready for a few adult beverages and I'm not far from beer30.
We put one to bed friday evening and things were looking good for the morning. We had a ticket to the show, but it was not the show we were hoping to see...
He gobbled maybe 5-6 times, hit the ground and then went out to the middle of the small clearing to a small mound and strut around for 3-4 hens. closest he got was 120 yards. He walked off over the hill and we waited for about 30 minutes...nothing. Thought he walked off into the far woods. we stood up and were discussing our options when one lone hen pitched out from the roost late at about 8:30am. Flydown cackle and everything, which the tom gobbled at. She landed on top the hill and walked down to the gobbler for him to breed her, then she walked off into the far woods with him in tow. Mean while, three of his other hens that had been with the tom walked right by the set up at 30 yards......
That damn bitty that left the roost late screwed us!
Frustration, is the word for that situation......HUNTING......
Well, we didn't get a bird yesterday but we had a good time. The main reason for me going this weekend was to hunt and be with my brother. He was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease a couple of years ago and with this disease being a chronic and progressive moving disorder, I'm not sure how many more of these outings we'll have together................WHEW!!! I had to stop typing for a moment. After losing my older sister over Christmas and now dealing with this, it got to me.............
We started out the early morning sitting in the Polaris at a spot where he had heard a few birds on Thursday. He yelped a few times but we never did get a response. The owls in the area were dong their part as well but it didn't help. After not having any luck with those birds he wanted to show me a deer stand at that spot that his camp buddies fit with a staircase to help him with ease of access, so we walked to it. When we got back to the buggy he wasn't feeling well so we headed back to the camp house where we met up with a camp member and his young daughter. They had a bird come in but she just couldn't get set up for a shot. He told us the bird walked off undisturbed and gave my brother directions to this spot for us to set up on in the afternoon.
After some rest, my brother and I headed out to set up for the afternoon. After a bit of walking with the gear, and with only my brother getting directions, he decided to give Jeff a call to get more direction but he had left his phone at the camp. Soooooo we packed up and headed back to the camp to get it. On our way back to the spot we noticed a large black object crossing the road ahead of us and at first we thought it was a cow. As we got closer it was clear what it was, a three or four hundred pound black bear. What a beautiful animal. This thing was huge!!!!
We finally find the right trail, forty five minutes later than we wanted to, and walk in. When we get to the opening or field there was a flock out there and they spotted us. We watched them walk off and set up for the afternoon. We never did get a bird to come in but had a good time. After all we did yesterday he wasn't up for a hunt this morning so I slipped out a daylight this morning and headed home. He's staying out there all week, I hope he gets one!!!
There were two nice birds taken from that camp as of yesterday afternoon with most if not all having some sort of action.
Cajun Microwave ....for real... Homemade with scrap parts..... The wild pork was awesome!!! Started the fire with charcoal and used pecan shells to keep the heat going.
This I took for the Barbie jeep dude
...... Working vehicles. There must be 8 or 10 vehicles set up for hunting at this camp.
Bronco...... I wish I would have taken more pictures of this outing, but I was preoccupied.