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Three Canada Geese flew low down the river. The sight made the four of us freeze in anticipation. They were committed and it was only a matter of time before we would be able to hear the wind whistle through their locked wings as they dropped gracefully into our decoy spread.
Thankful
Whistling wings and a distant “quack” broke the silence as the first signs of light crested the horizon to the east. Soon families would be waking up across the United States to prepare for Thanksgiving Dinner. But the five of us hunkered down behind the little cover we could find in anticipation of the mornings hunt. Time would tell what kind of day it would be, and our hopes were high.
The Twelfth Hour
My mind did not immediately register what I had seen. Looking to my hard left to investigate the sudden noise I expected to see a squirrel for the 500th time that day. Quickly returning my eyes to the two does out in front of me I realized I had seen a buck creating a scrape less than 10 yards from the base of my tree. Peering back over my shoulder I confirmed my eyes were not playing tricks on me as he started to move. If I was going to capitalize on the opportunity unfolding during the last minutes of shooting light in the 12th hour of hunting I would need to act now…
Connected
Americans are disconnected from their food. We live in a country where food is in abundance. Restaurants line the streets in every city and grocery store aisles are filled with multiple options for almost any product. For example, we designate an entire aisle to cereal! The average person knows where they get their food, however they do not know where their food comes from. They just walk into McDonalds, order some Chicken McNuggets, pay with their credit card, and go on about their day. Completely oblivious to the fact that their order resulted in another chicken being put into the butcher line to be cut up and pressed into a nugget.
Earn It Pumpkin Picking
Rain continued to fall and I stared out the window for a sign that the constant down pour would let up. I pulled up the local radar on my phone for the twentieth time and confirmed that I had a slight opening of clear weather. If I was going to pull this off, I had to be at my spot between 1 pm and 3 pm. This was my window of opportunity.
Time
Imagine playing a crazy game of poker where there was only one hand. Everyone is dealt four cards to start. Naturally some hands will be better than others. However, the fifth card is wild. No matter how poor of hand you had to start, if used correctly, the wild card will let you win. Some players will waste it. Others will hesitate and never use it. The winner will figure out how to maximize the card immediately and as a result rise to greatness.
Do It Now
The Buckle
Gobbler Fever
Something You Have to Try This Turkey Season: Reap a Wild One
Half way across the river water rose above my belly button. I had never turkey hunted in chest waders, however I was glad Rod talked me into going home and grabbing them. My original plan was to cross in muck boots, and that would have ended badly. For now I was dry and heading to the opposite bank…bow in one hand and my reaping decoy in the other.