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Post by 2Poppa on Mar 4, 2007 15:40:59 GMT -5
This past Monday February 26th, Smitty and me went shed hunting with a purpose. Our main objective of course was to look for sheds that the killer buck or one of his cohorts had given up. But, I had been deeper in the bowels of this property where I had never been before and stumbled over a well by an old homestead that lay in ruin, abandoned a long time ago. It had a cemetery where several of the occupants had given up the ghost before the 1900's. I pointed out the well to a buddy, and as we both crawled on our belly's up to the edge and appeared over the mossy laden entrance, I asked him what he saw laying at the bottom of the twenty foot drop. Uh... well, to me it looks like a couple of computer modems, he replied. We tried to lasso one of the modems and almost had it but couldn't quite snug the knot securely around the hard plastic surface. It was getting late in the day and I could feel the frustration ebbing and flowing through our minds. I had been lifting weights for the past several days and my arms and shoulders were aching from the build up of lactic acid in my muscles. As I commented to Smitty he appeared to be getting antsy and started lookin' for a tree to tie the rope off. He was going in... As he got a grip of the rope and slid into the hole I asked Smitty if he saw Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom? He didn't think it was funny... He tied off the modems one by one as I pulled them up to the surface realizing for the first time how heavy they can be at the end of a twenty foot rope. After getting them to the top it was Smitty's turn to come out. I wondered to myself why anyone would go to all the trouble to cart these two modems all the way out here in the middle of the proverbial no where. Why would they go to all that trouble? What could be on them? We could never explain why they were there but maybe, just maybe we could identify the content and come to a conclusion... Come on out Smitty! We finally carted the computer modems all the way back to the truck, a two mile-plus hike over two ridges and a swollen creek bed. They now rest in my garage until I can find the time to explore our treasure with an investigative mind... I rest my case. More to follow.
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Post by Country2dBone on Mar 4, 2007 15:54:38 GMT -5
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Post by 2Poppa on Mar 23, 2007 16:50:27 GMT -5
Was just reading a post on squirrel shots and a fond memory surfaced about a dear ol friend Jerry Gillum... Usually when I go squirrel huntin' I usually take a .22 pistol and a 12 gauge. If the pistol ain't producing I back it up with a little more thunder... One day while bow huntin', a large, chubby red squirrel appears thirty yards in front of me on a popular tree. I was amazed at his size and pulled back and let the arrow fly... The big red grabbed the tree with his claws as one final act of desperation. I decided to ease on through the cedars stalking deer. I was supposed to meet my buddy Jerry, back here in an hour. After the time was up I made my way back to find the chubby squirrel impaled to the tree 'bout twenty feet up. Aaw man. Just then Jerry showed up and asked if I'd seen any deer. I replied no and looked up into the tree. "How ya going to get it," he asked? "Why I'm going to shimmy up it," I said. Well, Jerry saved me the embarrassment of providing action to my words. Jerry was a body builder and his assessment of the situation was amazing. He knew I hadn't been lifting weights and volunteered his services. The tree was big enough for him to get his arms around, barely. To see him wrap his legs around the trunk was another Kodak moment but, a camera was know where to be found. After the twenty foot shimmy Jerry locked his legs to the tree and with one hand tried to pry the arrow from the popular. No way! All he could do was to try two hands. By now, the squirrel was no longer impaled to the tree but was hangin' up-side down and moving freely as Jerry continued to work the arrow. With one final ummpf, Jerry pulled the arrow out as he, the squirrel and all fell to the ground... A sight to be hold... Come on turkey season. PS I still haven't gotten into the computers we found yet... Country2dbone, got me to thinkin' 'bout the possibilities. 323466
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Post by 2Poppa on Apr 26, 2007 16:56:24 GMT -5
Well today started off wet, really wet and rainy. Pulled up to Alex's farm and was greeted by a Jake standing in the middle of the field up toward the pond. It was not bothered by my presence so I proceeded to grab my gun and gear and walked briskly up the hill. Half way up I decided to look in the field where my son and me saw the Boss Tom opening day ... Raymond said it looked like a Volkswagen.
Sure enough "he" was there in all his glory doing his thing. I stopped walking in the direction I was going and cut across the dam and fast-footed it up the side of the ridge. Even though it was raining I was sweating profusely and my glasses began to fog.
Can't stop now! I had a fifty/fifty chance that Boss Tom would walk up the ridge I was now on. Exactly, the place Raymond and me saw him a couple of weeks earlier. I scooted on down the lane at the end of a fenced winter wheat field. I grabbed my lone decoy out of my bag and slithered along the ground as not to be detected by the flock. I elevated the hen in the air so the Tom could "get the picture," a lonesome hen...
It took an hour and a half to make the drive but it was well worth it. I had bought a pack of mouth calls, by Primos and got a CD with it, "Mastering The Art, Mouth Calls Made Easy." I was learning how to, "Speak The Language!" I was pumped and primed, ready to wine and dine this ol' Gobbler. I set up next to a cedar tree and noticed the large Tom was coming up out of the creek bed on the opposite side of where I was sitting. I wasn't about to give up.
I hit the mouth call lightly and hoped it would produce the desired results... Fifteen minutes after the call, several turkeys walked out of the mouth of the creek bed into the field and finally into the thick woods at the top of the bowl shaped ridge. I wondered if I could turn the hens my way and maybe... the Tom would follow.
Forty five minutes go by and I began to doubt the effect my calls had on these birds. I had camouflage netting in front of me and decided to pass the time with a "Swisher Sweet" blunt. Man, how could this be? I began to plan my next move and became enthralled in the thought process and realized the cigar had become a short stoggie. After a few sunflower seeds and a gator-ade, I looked at the mouth call laying on my back pack. I made a few gobbles and was answered by two Toms.
Wow! It seemed everything had just changed. After ten minutes I did it again and heard the same two. Both of them were closing in on my gobbling call. I looked about one-hundred and twenty five yards down the ridge and here comes the Volkswagen. Flat out gettin' it... feathers tucked in, head down, this bird was obsessed and movin' fast. A hundred and ten yards, hundred, ninety, eighty, sixty yards... man this boss has one thing on it's mind.
It looked like it was mad, but had lovin' on its mind. About fifty yards out, safety off everything suddenly changed. I couldn't believe it. Another big bird was honing in on my calls and seen the Volkswagen coming. The one that was on the back-side of the ridge, that seemed the farthest off, was now in combat with the bird that was on a dead run to my decoy.
All I could do was watch as they beat each other with their wings and grabbed a hold of their opponent.It lasted less than ten seconds. They tried to get on each others back but the Boss Tom wasn't lookin' for a fight. He ran down the hill and took flight to the nearest oak tree in the creek bed. One last look at his opponent caused the other Tom to take flight too. They both flew over the tree tops and disappeared out of sight.
I now re-lit the "Swisher Sweet" stoggie and pondered my next move. It had stopped raining and the sun peeked out of the clouds... Safety on!
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Post by 2Poppa on Jun 1, 2007 15:27:27 GMT -5
Sometimes I sit and wonder but, I hold firm to my beliefs. I can get on this big boy and get him good. I only saw him once but, he's still there. Sometimes I sit and wonder where they have gone. But, that's not for me to answer. I must be prepared when the opportunity arrises. Far as I can tell I'm already huntin'... Within the next couple of weeks I'll be cuttin' lanes and placing tree stands. This year will be excitedly different, as we will be shootin' em with video as well as weapons. I've wanted to do this for some time and the closer the season gets the more excited I get 'bout seein' Mr.Big. Bubba,(Raymond)is gettin' pumped too, as he will be one of the videographers chasin' Mr. Big with me. Guess you could say it's our endeavor, the quest for the Monster, and to capture the moment on video as livin' proof of a dream come true. Somebody wake me up... They say, "proof of desire is pursuit". I am pursuing the Big One. Don't know why. It's just in me. Like breathing. I could explain it to my wife but, she wouldn't understand. Bubba Knows... Bubba knows deer huntin'! He walks up on Monster bucks beddin' down. He gets caught by that proverbial extra step. Bubba and me are ready for the Big One. This is our season and I lay claim to it and no problem or circumstance can change the plan for this season. It is mine and I claim it. I declare this day that I am ready and prepared to go forward in "The Great Pursuit" of the monster buck that will forever be embedded in my memory. Gods will is mine. Until you've been in side of a man, you don't know how he feels... I look around to find comfort in the crowd but it stays a stanger to me until, I walk in the Big Woods again. But I do not go seeking comfort but to bring violence to the woods. Come on out Monster. Come on out! 61489
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Post by 2Poppa on Jun 25, 2007 15:44:23 GMT -5
I do what I used to do as a kid and that is to stay in the woods way, way past dark. When the moon starts to become full that's my cue to start spendin' more time in the dark. The moon and ambient light aids me in seeing a lot of deer and other animals I normally wouldn't see during day light hours and therefore on to deer and there bedding areas that I might other wise not be privy to.
I've already cut lanes, raked leaves, cleared paths to parts of the woods my eyes haven't seen. As for the moon, I utilize the light to capture movement that most people haven't been witness to.
I remember last year a family of coons were moving below my tree. Now mind you, I wasn't in a tree stand but, had climbed this tree and was sitting on a couple of limbs 18 feet up. A coyote apparently caught a rabbit just out of my view when the family of coons came my way. Another coyote was trying to take the rabbit from his mouth, that's when the snarling , yelping and howling began. Evidently, the family of coons became alarmed and decided to scurry up the tree I was in possession of.
I never did get scratched or bit just the wind knocked out of me from hittin' the last limb on the way down to the soft moss on the ground ... all I could do was laugh and laugh I did.
Well, I might lose my huntin' buddy ... Looks like Raymond has decided to re-join the Army. Hmmm ... what to think? He asked me my opinion and all I could say was, "pray 'bout it." I know he misses the Army and most of his buds. I know there is something about the military that "calls" a young man to be all he can be.
But, I told him that same discipline and commitment can be found and achieved in civilian life. But, dad you don't understand. I'm afraid I do understand. I understand if God has called you to do something ... you had better do it or you will never be fulfilled in this life time son. Truth of the matter is ... that boy has more guts and heart than this ol' man ever had... and he's asking for my opinion. I honestly can't answer the question, "What do you think about me going back in Dad?"
Son, I want you smack dab in the middle of Gods will. If the enemies aim is true, I want our God to shield you from harms way, to protect you and to bring you home full of life because I love you son and I know he does too! Lord, I pray your will for Raymond and that your wise counsel would bring peace and Revelation to his heart and move him to the place in life that is in line with your perfect will. I pray for affirmation and confirmation...
More to follow, got to go coach Kentucky Reign with Raymond at 7:30 tonight. Go Reign! 624 542
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Post by 2Poppa on Jun 25, 2007 23:41:32 GMT -5
Well, we had a really good practice tonight at the Alexandria Community Center. The gym was air conditioned and it felt good to practice in a modern facility. Practice went well and was more informative than physical. I believe all the boys are on the same page and I believe we can win our next two games Thursday ... back to back. Out of bounds plays; Box car, Box car switch and thirty one. Motion offense is called 87. Half court press is, Sack. Once a warrior always a warrior. Once you've tasted blood, victory is always on your breath, you become relentless in your pursuit. Your goal becomes your life, the very fiber that holds your will and emotions together. Each victory becomes a pearl, and with each victory a collective theme of plans begin to emerge in the discernment of the heart. A love and knowing that causes one to anticipate the flow of enthusiasm pulsating through the veins and rivers of life ... brings purpose and satisfaction to the contented mind of man. Passion is the fuel that motivates men to move beyond the ordinary into the extraordinary. Greatness resides within and manifests its fruit through love, peace, joy and happiness ... As your father, I command you to put on the "full armor of God ..." The joy of the Lord is your strength. Son, your faithfulness to God will protect you all the days of your life, even when I'm dead and gone. Tomorrow, I'm either going fishin' or target shootin' with Bo ... More to follow. 626 553
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Post by 2Poppa on Jul 12, 2007 14:13:19 GMT -5
Random thoughts of rabbit huntin'.
Many years ago when my brother Bob and my step-dad Beckham had dogs we would go huntin' every week end.
I was just a little guy, too young to carry a gun. I was walking behind Beckham, while the dogs were coming back around when all of a sudden ... a rabbit on the left side of the trail jumped and Beckham shot..., bang! Another rabbit on the left side of the trail jumped ... Boom!
All the while the dogs were gettin' closer with "Ringo" leadin' the charge. Immediately after the second shot Beckham tucked the double-barrel under his arm and chased after the second bunny and grabbed it by the hind feet.
I was just a little guy but, to hear that rabbit squeal and trying to get away and seein' my step-dad holdin' onto it, well, was a delight. When all of a sudden the squealing stopped, at the right handed judo chop to the back of the head. Man ...
I didn't particularly care or like my step dad but, after this huntin' encounter ... I had new found respect. Especially for "Ringo"! After a considerable amount of time in the woods I realized how special "Ringo" was. Why, he would run into a hole and come out with the rabbit in his mouth ... still alive. Another chop to the back of the head would send this one to the fryin' pan!
Talkin' 'bout dogs. My step-dad was from the backwoods of Kentucky and always had a special dog that would go with him every where he went, a companion that would accompany him through the backwoods of Booneville or Hazard Kentucky. Long after my step-dad and me would go huntin', one evening he called "Ringo" and "Ringo" didn't come with his tail wagging and happy to see his friend.
Upon closer inspection Beckham looked across the road and seen "Ringo" lying beside the mailbox. My step-dad just stood there and stared ... he went across the road and cradled "Ringo" gently in his arms with tears in his eyes.
He came back across the road where I was standin' and went to the back of the house where the garden was and carefully laid "Ringo" down. This was to be his final run and resting place. My step-dad walked to the barn to get a shovel.
I leaned up against the tree and wondered what I just witnessed. I was beginning to respect my step-dad, after all , he had earned it... I had never seen this man cry ... never! And now he was balling like a baby. I think that was the first time I "felt" sad, love and compassion all at once. Kind of a funny feelin' because I had never felt those feelins' before.
Somehow, I felt a little older and closer to animals ... and my step-dad, Beckham, but I don't think I ever told him .
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Post by 2Poppa on Jul 16, 2007 23:51:29 GMT -5
717597 I'm bettin' the house on deer season this year... lofty statement. Just exactly what does that mean, 2 Poppa? I've seen the monster and he has seen me. I've seen him just once ... I know of only one encounter that he's seen me, the time I saw him. All I can think of is seein' him again, or the two that was with "him". Tonight was a good practice for Kentucky Reign. Sixteen and under boys, who want to play basketball at a higher level of game. I tried to cast vision to each and every boy that was in attendance,Bo, Brendan,Cody, Grant and of course Nick. A fine young man with a big attitude problem and appetite ... I had all the boys stand at the top of the key and stare at the basket and then close their eyes and sink a 3 pointer, one by one. Question: Could any of these young players maintain that vision long enough to be successful in their attempt to score? It was fun, informative and certainly educational for the boys. It is my prayer that these young men will leave their childish ways behind them and walk with renewed commitment to themselves and their team mates. I believe a greater confidence will be the rule instead of the exception. None of the boys hit the 3 pointer but, some were closer to the goal than others. In early Roman days young warriors would take aim with their weapon, the bow, and "hit the mark". In the joy of their youth and the excitement of competing with their peers they would yell "paga" in their native tongue. It literally meant, "to hit the mark"! Paga Boys, Paga! Hit the mark! Now don't get me wrong ... if that is my prayer for the team, it's certainly the prayer for me, my personal prayer. The pursuit of ownership. It's mine and nobody or anything can take it away from me. It's not a dream ... but a vision, with desire and passion. A driving, compelling force ... that's deer huntin' for me, bottom line. I truly don't understand it even though I've thought 'bout it, time and time again. It's kinda like sex. Yep, I always hope the sex with my wife will be just as good or better than the last time. It's certainly not for lack of tryin'. I hope this deer season is better than last time, last deer season, two-thousand and six. But, how could it be? I'll tell ya, believe me I know. Instead of just shootin' at the monster ... well, it may sound selfish, perhaps even shallow. But ... what if I could secure enough support from family and friends to pursue my quest for the monster on a daily basis. Ha, ha, ha ... I'm still snickering. Ya see, I've always wanted to hunt the whole season. Stay out in the woods until you come home with the buck of your dreams. Do whatever it takes, legally, morally and legitimately. Wow! I can hear me now, " honey do you care if I go huntin' until I get the big one?" I'd better work on my opening statement ... it may mean the difference between marriage and divorce and that's no laughing matter! How about if I film it and everyone it affects etc. What an idea! If my wife, Rebecca, says "yes", "I'm going deer huntin' for a long time", I said to myself, rubbing my chin, contemplating her answer... and wondering. And hoping. And praying...
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Post by 2Poppa on Aug 29, 2007 16:12:26 GMT -5
When my son Raymond first called me from Kirkuk, Iraq, he mentioned his first mission where he had to take out the enemy. Desiring to be the supportive dad, I realized it was a sensitive issue that I was wanting to confront and opened the conversation with, "what did you feel when you got your first kill?" All of a sudden, I was concerned that it may bring to surface a lot of emotions my son shouldn't have to deal with in a war-torn country thousands of miles away from home, but his reply caught me off guard. What did you say dad? A little nervous, I tried to re-phrase the question, but it came out the same way, "what did you feel with your first kill as a sniper, son? His reply: RECOIL ... Tear down, pluck out and destroy ... Old Testament command from God, in regards to the enemies of Israel. Your enemy has plans for your demise ... but I give unto you life! ... for I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you, plans to give you a future and a hope ... when you come and pray to me with your whole heart, thus saith the Lord, in Jeremiah. The "Genetic Giant" still lives on, somewhere in the WMA. I'll be there opening day ready to battle, the heat, mosquitoes and whatever obstacle confronts me. My thoughts drift to the moment of Victory as my arrow passes through the Giant. With the drought, water will be the element most sought after and I will be there all day sweating it out. But, that is where the fun is. Almost anything in this life that's worth its salt, takes work, glorified sweat ... dripping, perspiring and persevering. I'll be there before day light to savor the moment, every moment of this opening day ... it's funny how one begins to think of the deer huntin' seasons that have come and gone. If God would grant me one question perhaps I would ask Him,"how many seasons do I have left?" Would his answer motivate me to be more ... Oh well, that's a question I must ponder from a great height, the height of my tree stand. But, I too must concentrate on my goal, become more focused at the task at hand. What did you feel 2 Poppa when you killed the "Genetic Giant?" RECOIL Get On Outta There, Genetic Giant! C'mon Out Monster ... C'mon Out! 829709
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Post by 2Poppa on Sept 28, 2007 10:26:41 GMT -5
Went in Wednesday afternoon, September 23rd, to get ready for an evening and early morning Thursday hunt. We had a torrential down pour with 60mph winds, the first rain in over two months. I slept in the woods all night so I could get to my tree stand long before day light. I had a 4x8 tarp that I was very thankful for. At 9:30pm the torrential rains with lighting, thunder and high winds returned. I draped the tarp over a dead tree that was elevated two feet off of the ground and this kept me from getting completely soaked. It rained solid from 9:30pm until 3:30am and I was able to get a little sleep. At 4:30am I made my way to the tree stand without spooking any deer. At 6:00am the winds and rain returned until 9:30am. I stayed in the tree until 10:05am and checked the bunk... sure enough he had been there, but where could he have gone. I figured with all of the rain and wind activity the previous night, the deer had missed a major feeding period and would be browsing until late morning on the mast that had fallen to the ground. I remembered the last time I saw this Monster and realized he had a secondary bedding area and may be headed there. As I approached this area, I saw a young spike buck that had the most muscular body I had ever seen in a buck with the exception of "The Mack Daddy!" Could this be one of his off spring? A six pointer and a doe came by as I still wondered if there may be a connection between the spike and Mack Daddy ... The spike noticed me and ran back up into the hollow causing a huge buck to snort ... I snorted back so the older buck wouldn't become overly alarmed. I wanted to see how the buck used the hollow and thickets to his advantage so I circled the ridge tops and came out into the fields to see Mack Daddy, the six pointer, the spike and doe feeding along the fence-line on newly fallen white oak acorn. By now it's after 1:00pm and I have to be back in town before the kids get home from school. I am grateful for the opportunity in seeing this magnificent, highly muscled, huge racked, buck ... he will go into the record book if I can just get a little closer. Dear Lord, ... he sure is elusive, but I'm determined to be a student of the woods and a tracker of his traits and characteristics.
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Post by 2Poppa on Oct 29, 2007 11:42:05 GMT -5
79340 Unbridled Spirit! That's Kentucky, and all that claim to be born and bred here."Kentucky is a place where spirits are free to soar and big dreams can be fulfilled. We relish competition and cherish our champions for their willingness to push beyond conventional boundaries to reach new heights of success." It's been said that we cherish our rights to bear arms,we love our whiskey,UK Basketball ... and most definitely, we are in love with our fast horses and beautiful women; and of course it is home to Big Bucks! And, this week end, I was blessed to be a part of the "unbridled spirit" that takes place every day in the bowels of the deep woods somewhere in Kentucky. The pre-rut is on. Every creature, from the riveting of the pileated wood pecker, to the cantankerous, ornery crow, and finally, the beautiful, majestic, whitetail deer seemed to be in harmony with Mother Nature this past week end ... subjecting the air to rejoice to a tuneful melody. My wife, Rebecca, was off work Friday and it was a real treat! It was a great day as we ate breakfast out, down at the Log Cabin Inn. She ordered goetta, two eggs over easy, whole wheat toast with coffee and water with lemon. Make that two orders, please. After running some errands and picking Bo and Tessa up from school, we settled in for the evening. Raymond stopped by with Maddie and Hannah, we joked and kidded around and drank a few brewski's while talkin' deer huntin'. I couldn't go huntin' this week end because Tessa had games that conflicted with me being in the woods. But, the call came late Friday night, that a portion of the games had been canceled. I began to think 'bout the rut ... and became a little amorous with Rebecca. Yeah Baby! It was a Viagra night... Viva Viagra! With Rebecca off Friday and us staying up late, I thought Saturday was actually Sunday. I jumped on to the "Racks and Spurs Forum" to see what was up. After I read some posts, I realized it was 1:00pm, Saturday, and not Sunday. Hey honey, "do you care if I go huntin' and spend the night?" After all, Tessa's first game wasn't until 4:15pm,Sunday. "Sure honey," was her reply. I packed and got down to the shanty 'bout 3:30pm and began to change into my huntin' clothes. I wanted to go up along the tree line where I had placed my tree stand to see if "Mack Daddy" would come along. The temperature was 'bout 55 degrees as fog began to move in. At 5:40pm, two does on the other hill side began to feed ever so slowly to my stand. I got down and stalked my way back to the shanty. It was almost dark when I came out in the field and looked towards my stand,sure enough the two does were feeding under it. As I proceeded four deer were coming straight at me with two more in tow. I hid behind a tree to let them pass. It was too dark to shoot. As I got closer to the shanty, two bucks were feedin' behind the barn next to the shanty, as it began to rain hard. They saw me approaching and slowly walked back into the woods. One was a huge, large bodied deer, I couldn't make out his rack. I guess, it's the big one Raymond first saw. After readin' the bible, it was lights out ... Well rested and cold it was to be a memorable morning. We are still in the pre-rut, more jousting and sparring with the bucks. I witnessed to different sparring matches between two eight pointers and an hour and a half later a wide thick beamed two pointer with a four pointer. The wide beamed two pointer was a big bodied deer and I caught the two of them going at it for over thirty minutes in the bottom of a creek bed. The two pointer displayed characteristics of a big buck coming into rut ... thick neck and swaggering gait, which intimidated the four pointer to retreat up hill to a mossy point. The wide beamed two pointer took one last drink at the creek and followed him up to the mossy point. After five minutes a gnarly ten pointer came down the hill almost running me over to get in on the action. His tines were eight to ten inches tall and he too wanted in on the fun. As he ascended up the hill I continued down the creek to retrieve my climber from the WMA. As I crossed the creek, I surprised a wide eight pointer coming to the creek also. After observing the buck retreat into a thicket up the hill, I continued to stalk up to the point where the Monster sometimes resides for my climber. I saw six turkeys scratching for acorns and continued on. Next week is the Quota hunt ... which I wasn't drawn for, and didn't want my tree stand to be in there for someone else to use or take. After securing my climber I descended the point quietly and much to my dismay, where I crossed the creek bed forty-five minutes earlier,a scrape had been made by the love lorn. wide eight pointer, which included a licking branch ... My prayer, is that my dream, my desire, be fulfilled by the "Champion Of Bucks!" I'm diggin' that "Unbridled Spirit!"
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Post by 2Poppa on Nov 9, 2007 10:03:54 GMT -5
I was in a "reflective mood" this morning as I got up and started to shave ... staring into the mirror, I began to ponder the next few days of hunting for the World Class buck, that I knew was there.
Just the day before, I was concerned 'bout my baby girl, Tessa, and her relationship with her fifteen year old boyfriend, Ryan. It's my desire for her to go to an "all girl's school", to help remove some of the distractions and hindrances that can be found in public schools.
Staring into the mirror, my mind shifted into neutral and I became vexed. A compunction, like no other began to prick away, and I soon had a vision of continuous reflections of myself, still staring into the mirror.
The words, "It's later than you think," was an exclamation, I wasn't prepared for! The words were not audible, but came across a screen, somewhere from my inner vision. My eyes began to tear. Was this a prediction, a prophetic utterance ... a hint of what was to be?
What is this God? Why am I still staring into this mirror while trying to hold back a reservoir of tears? I realized that I have become completely wrapped up in myself... and a small package I do make. My mind is like a room surrounded by mirrors.
Every which way I turned, I see myself! Aww God, help me not to be so selfish, egotistical and covetous. I simply couldn't hold back the dam of tears as they broke over the spillway of my mind of mirrors. After several indescribable moments, a new found peace began to well-up in my inner most being.
The room full of mirrors now, however, began to turn into windows. A new vision began to transpire and emerge in my mind of mirrors. I could no longer see myself, but began to look through the windows with anticipation of new challenges and interests ... the new unexplored frontier outside of my mind, where there is "no self".
I am no longer the prisoner of self-reflection, but a free man in a world where people, family, causes, truth and pure love exists, worth while for their own sakes. The power that resides in me, is not for me, just as life here on earth is not for me ... but must be for others, my loved ones, and even perhaps for the ones who aren't so lovable ... such as myself.
For me to pass from a mirror- minded man, to a new mind with windows, is a gift available to every being who asks and earnestly desires. This truly is an essential element in the development of a real personality.
Without this experience, no one ever achieves a meaningful life ... for the mastery of pleasing requires only desire, and the proof of desire is pursuit! What is it, that you pursue, my friend?
"It's later than you think!" What a morning! Well, I'm going to go and take my no-scent shower and pack-up the truck, gun sighted in, gassed-up and ready to pursue the Monster! C'mon Out Monster ... I will not stop pursuing you!
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Post by 4Pointer on Nov 9, 2007 12:08:15 GMT -5
I really didn't want to write in Journal,But after reading that I have to say,,, At times comes and goes and we get older we look back on Life...Would we change it,, "NO" it was GOD'S doing,, THAT WAS A VERY GOOD READ,,IT REALLY OPENED UP MY EYE'S. THANKS BROTHER,, GOOD LIKE ON THAT BIG SMACK DADDY.. Larry
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Post by 2Poppa on Oct 3, 2008 15:44:09 GMT -5
Went out for several days and had an encounter with two large bucks. By 9:35am I had slowly stalked to an area that had small white acorns dropping and wondered silently " when will I see the larger acorns?"
A few more feet, I looked at the ground and sure enough, there were many two inch white acorns laying on the leaves from last years autumn at my feet. I contemplated on placing a few in my pocket ... I stood there in silence staring at the ground when I heard a noise of "something" moving down the ridge, at a rather fast pace right at me. I paused momentarily, release in place, and saw two large bucks in velvet headin' for the acorns I was standing in the midst of.
Upon my arrival, at that very spot, I could tell that deer had moved through the area gulping the delicacy several hours before my stalk. Were these the hungry animals that had visited natures buffet hours before, coming back to get one last sample of natures bounty before retiring?
A large white oak tree stood in between me and their quick pace and hid any movement I might make to sign their death warrant. Just as that thought passed, the lead deer applied the brakes ... at 22 yards from the tip of my broadhead. His tail shooked, not with delight; I'm sure.
Then I heard the familiar foot stomp, not once, not twice, but three times. I was busted for sure. They wheeled around and disappeared in the direction of thick foilage from the fall leaves that had yet to fall.
A memorable hunt, none the less. Most of the deer activity was early morning. Most of the water holes have dried up, but what is standing in deep pools have sufficed this far. A friends (Alex) lake, has fallen and has probably less than three feet of water left.
Can't wait to get back in the hunt ...
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