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Discussion in 'Wisconsin Flyway Forum' started by marsh man dan, Sep 1, 2017.
Set up the turkey tent with the heater. I was mad because I forgot to bring a turkey decoy and call but I was in the right spot. Four walked within 20 yards, got one on the first shot, dropped the second in the air.
Went to plan B. The field next to the woods that had 150 turkeys the other day except there were now 200 in the corn field. Went through the woods, got to within thirty yards. They didn’t like the orange hat so the they flew. Made a double with 2 3/4” 4s.
How many turkey's can you shoot in a season?
I think the answer in previous years was as many as you had bought tags for.
I bought ten.
Every one you hit.
I’m going to head out for first light and a couple hours in the morning if anyone wants to chase Pheasants. No guarantees but Shiloh typically makes me look good.
My Christmas Eve Hunt;
As I age (you all hear me whine about this) I find my values readjusting quickly.
One example of this is my understanding of what I participate in outdoor sports for now.
Like Aldo Leopold said ;
"So what is big is not always the Trout nor the Deer but the chance, the being there. And what is full is not necessarily the creel nor the freezer, but the memory."
It took a while to get that……….I believe I am there.
I’ve always been an in the moment guy, but now more so than ever.
I always taught the players I coached “yesterday is gone and by definition tomorrow NEVER happens.
There is only today, NOW!”
So on Christmas Eve I went on a hunt at my favorite place on earth, The Highlands!
My wife, Elvis and me were fortunate to have a young couple and their fine young pup join us.
And things started a little chaotic and nervous and exciting but settled nicely.
We hunted, saw some beautiful property, got some great exercise and sort of watched the old timer share some wisdom with the young pup.
It was a thing to behold!
One moment to remember was watching the old timer and the pup chasing a low flushed rooster and watching the old man staying with the pup stride for stride.
You know the saying, “he ain’t as good as he once was……”
Then it happened.
The moment I was there for.
All of this happening in a snow globe type setting.
No wind, gentle snow fall, light covering on the ground.
My young friend and his young dog were on a bird.
His dog was birdy as hell and you could sense what was about to happen.
I stopped, stayed to the side and watched.
Mack became more intense by the second, his tail was working hard, he was takin care of bizness!
My friend crept closer and you could see the excitement and enthusiasm in his body language!!!!!
Finally, an explosion of noise, color and the excitement of a flushing cackling rooster pheasant!
1 shot, 1 bird down, 1 dog, 1 retrieve to hand!
It made me realize that we aren’t necessarily there to kill game, but to share a moment in time, to share the soul, to share the freedom of the moment!
This made my heart feel warm on this 16 degree day.
The final piece was when I looked to my side, Elvis was at heel, watching……passing the torch if you will to these new young up and comers!
You may find that hard to believe for a dog that at 10 years old still doesn’t know what sit means, but it happened!
I am not as good with words as some writers, but I know what I felt writing this and watching it, if any of you got even a small portion of that feeling I’m happy!
"What was BIG was the chance, the being there!"
This was my Christmas Hi~Lite!!
SB2. Nice looking old 870! Still my go to gun of all time. They never fail!