Finally, the buck I have been wanting this whole summer. First off this is not the biggest buck on my farm, but it has meaning to me. I have passed numerous deer bigger than this this year just for the shear fact that I wanted this deer in my hands.
Well, I started off by getting in the stand around 3pm. I got into my best stand on the farm as it calls for a East wind for me to hunt it. I've hunted this stand 3 times this year so far..one of which I killed a doe on very first sit. Typically I've been seeing 20+ deer a night, but for some spooky reason I only seen 5 tonight. So as I sit there scrolling through facebook this little 6 point comes in around 5pm. after he decided he had enough to eat he moseyed off. Around 6:15ish a big spike come trolling by with a little doe in tow. They fed for bit then wandered off. Right at about 6:40ish I had a deer coming from behind me under my stand. I...
There is a time that falls between the last day of turkey season in mid May and opening of fall hunting season on September 1st. For many hunters, summer is a time for fishing or softball or golf. But here on the farm, hunting does not take a pause. Summer is all about woodchucks. What follows is a tour through my...
This season I shot my thirteenth wild turkey. Seems appropriate that it was a jake and that I had not shot a jake since 2003, thirteen years ago.
The first time I ever shot a wild turkey was in 2000. My husband and I had started hunting turkeys a couple years earlier and had been quite unsuccessful. My boss is an avid turkey hunter and took mercy on us. I think he was just getting tired of hearing about my failed efforts at turkey hunting. One fine spring morning, he took my husband and me turkey hunting to show us the ropes. My husband shot a nice mature gobbler that morning. An hour later I found myself seated precariously next to a brushy hedgerow as first two hens and then a jake filed past not 5-10 yards away. That jake became the first wild game animal I ever shot.
That hunt broke the turkey hunting ice. Well sort...
I've been wanting to do this for awhile. Back before I started the blog, I would share my hunting tales within the Ohio Sportsman forum itself. It is getting harder and harder for me to find those posts from years back and there are a few that hold special meaning for me. So I thought I would transfer some of those tales over to my blog. While I'm impatiently waiting for the 2016 turkey season to begin, it seems appropriate to start with a turkey story. The first one is one of my favorite turkey hunts to remember. The hunt took place on the last day of the 2008 season and I was determined to get a turkey. I sat through pouring rain under a port-a-roof umbrella for 3 1/2 hours until the rain stopped, the sun came out and well, I'll let you read the story.
The story has been copied and pasted into this blog with no changes or editions. From May 18, 2008: