A Day In The Life Of The Redhead & Family, Hunting Stories

Opening Day of Turkey Season 2018

Well, we couldn’t find a babysitter, so we loaded up the truck with little miss in her car seat.

First back road we took road riding…the loggers ruined anything being back there. So we ventured down another road, stopped the truck and called a little.

Nope, nothing.

My husband said, lets go and see if my brother has something in his back yard.

I said alright!

So two hours later we found ourselves at my brother in-laws.

My husband helped tinker with their side-by-side while I sat and chatted with my brother in-law’s Fiance.

“gobble, gobble.” I heard them

I went into the truck and got the caller.

I called…

“gobble,gobble.”

Bart, the dog’s ears popped up, so I knew I wasn’t hearing things.

Called again.

Nothing.

Well, they must have went towards the neighbors. We all thought.

I chatted some more, we looked at a boat they wanted to sell us and their new flooring.

I’ll admit to peeking out the window here and there.

No Turkeys.

After our little visit we headed back homebound, stopped picked the baby up her milk, and then supper.

My husband says, lets check by the potatoe fields.

We had to drop a treat off for his mom anyway, so I said alright! – not that I would dispute it.

We stopped by my mother in-law’s and changed a diaper, the neighbor ,who has a farm down the road from us, happened to be there.

He tells us he saw black smoke coming from in behind our house.

Uh-oh. Jumped in the truck and headed home….to find the other neighbors were just burning their grass

No Turkey for me.

Hopefully before the season is over I can go sit somewhere. But for now, well..parenthood.

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A Little Bird Hunting Story

Im sitting here looking out our front window cussing the snow that’s gently coming down.

I have spring fever. I want to get out to my blind and clean it up.  Deer season is on my mind.

I know, fall is still a ways off, which is why I’m also sitting her contemplating on taking up turkey hunting, or joining the Republic predators hunt – that could be over with.

Hunting is this my escape. And I’m needing my escape.

It’s my escape from worries, the world, and crying babies.

It’s my time to have my calm. My one on one with God.  Which leads me to a random story that totally contradicts the ”calm” I was telling you about.

I remember the time I went for a walk in the woods for the last time before becoming a mother.  It was bird season.

It was a comfortable day, the sun was shining just after a nice rain. I’d came in to the camp yard, just getting off work. I grabbed my gun and my vest from the cabin and took off into the woods.

I didn’t think a second thought about going out bird hunting that day.

As I was walking I came up on a bird, ready with my gun, I aimed and…. nothing. I forgot to put a shell in the damn thing. Frustrated at myself I put my shell in the chamber and closed it up.

Started walking again.. I heard something that sounded like I was being followed.

I stopped, listened.. silence. Nope must be hearing things, I thought.

So I kept on walking and all be darned if I didn’t hear something walking again.

So I stopped, listened. Again there was nothing but silence.

But hey! Look down the trail a bit there is a bird. So, I picked my gun up and ‘ bang!”

Something big takes off running through the woods, I miss the bird, and there it goes flying.

A little shaken I refilled my chamber, picked up pace and headed back to the cabin.

I don’t know what was following me. I sure am glad I didn’t have to find out.