Number 4: June 11th
This hunt typifies what happens on farms all across the world on a daily basis. While people do specifically varmint hunt, I’ll bet that that most critters of the nuisance variety that get shot and killed are because opportunity knocked.
There I was on a fine summer evening doing poultry chores. There were chickens being raised out on pasture and I was by the barn using the hose to fill a large bucket with water to haul out to them. What else is a person to do when filling a bucket with water but to look around the barnyard? There were chickens scratching beneath the pine trees in front of the house. There were rabbits along the tractor path on the other side of the creek. The dogs were tied out and sleeping in the shade of the big maple tree behind the house. Beyond the dogs, the mowed yard extends out parallel to the bank of the...
Number 3: June 7th
The day after groundhog number 2, my neighbor called and left a message on my answering machine that he had seen a groundhog in his freshly mowed hayfield near one of the cow water troughs. Actually he used the words “blue water tank”. I listened to the message a couple times and even walked down the road a piece trying to figure out where he meant. To describe a spot location on a farm so that another person understands is quite a challenge. It brought back memories of deer hunting the hills and hollows of southeastern Ohio with my husband’s uncle. In his soft Appalachian accent, he would give us “kids” directions to navigate through the woods that would go something like “go down this draw, turn left by the big hickory tree then over the next ridge by the slip to the creek that runs to the cemetery”. We would nod our heads as if...
Groundhog season is officially underway and with a flurry of activity this past week, I need to get busy and keep track of this summer’s woodchuck adventures.
Number one: May 17th
It is unusual for me to shoot a groundhog in May. I’ve done it a time or two before, but after last year and shooting two nursing females, I vowed I was going to lay off hunting groundhogs until June when the young ones are being weaned or unless absolutely necessary as in a groundhog digging a building foundation. But there I was on May 17th, happily sitting in a homemade ground blind on the last evening of turkey season. I had been there several hours and watched a hen and a small jake walk back and forth in front of me a couple of times. The weather was pleasant and although not by choice, I was listening to my neighbor cranking country music through his...
A dream of mine is finally going into action. We are in the process of having 45 acres of farmland turned back into what it was a couple hundred years ago. It will be a combination of wetlands, hardwoods, and warm and cool season grasses, with a few acres of foodplot that i will be responsible for. It is being put in through a program(similar to CRP which some are probably familiar with) called WRP-Wetlands Reserve Program.
I'll try to give the short story, but if anybody has anymore questions i ll try to answer those too. About 3 and half years ago we started looking into how to apply for the WRP program. Went to the local soil and water conservation and they got us started. Filled out the application. About 10 months later they got back with us and said it didn't look like we would be picked due...
I forgot to post 2 more stories regarding what happened Sun morning, 05/03.
Sometime around 5:35, a coyote started barking directly across from me down over the meadow just inside the woods. It barked & barked, & barked some more before throwing in some yips, more barking, & finally a coyote’s song. On * on it went until my last, frayed nerve snapped & I yelled as loud as I could: “HEY!!!!” I knew it wouldn’t impact any turkeys that might have been around because of all the barking & was hoping hearing a human voice so close might shut it up. No such luck but it did start to move away to the west. I was about to take matters into my own hands but, luckily for me, it finally shut up after about 35 minutes of constant barking, yipping, yapping, & howling
I had set Fred & Ethel about 25 yards in front & to the left of me. At about mid-morning, I...
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