Okay, i absolutly love to write and so I decided to write a poem about hunting. It is not very long but I thought I might as well post it.
A Hunters Dream
As day breaks the hunter stalks silently through the forest.
The deer perks his ears up and the turkey gobbles in caution.
The hunter moves in as the deer turns broadside.
This is a hunter's dream.
By: Mindy
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
My First Turkey Hunt
Last weekend my Dad took me turkey hunting for the first time. I used my Tri-Star semi-auto 20 gauge. My dad also asked this guy who goes my the name of Mac to call for us. (Cause he is really good at calling) And my dad forgot his thermacell so I was getting eaten by mosquitoes
As soon as we walked out into the woods we heard toms gobbling. We knew that this was going to be a good hunt. My Dad, Mac, and I got our selves positioned off a two track. My Dad and I had our backs to one tree and Mac had his back on another. He started purring and clucking and we immediately got gobbles back. Once the toms got silent so did Mac. Within a half an hour we saw a turkey on the two track. It was a hen; she got within 20 yards of me. Perfect if she was a he. I watched he walk into the woods and then she popped back up behind us in the woods. Later on my Dad saw 3 turkeys coming down the two track from the opposite way. I turned around to get positioned and they went into the woods. Then while I was facing that way a big tom came out of the woods 20 yards away and went back in. So I missed him!!!!!!!! Then he came back out about 40 or 60 yards away.
Next Day
Mack, my Dad and I were in a blind this time and my Dad remembered his thermacell. Well I don’t know what it was but the toms just weren’t talking today. We heard two across the road but those were to far away to call in. Mack tried a few different call today but none seemed to work. Not a turkey came in sight! It was a good hunt and I wish I got something but hey, that’s hunting!!!!!
Just want to say Thanks to Mack for calling.
And I guess I’ll say thanks to my Dad for taking me out… (haha)
By: Mindy
5-18-09
As soon as we walked out into the woods we heard toms gobbling. We knew that this was going to be a good hunt. My Dad, Mac, and I got our selves positioned off a two track. My Dad and I had our backs to one tree and Mac had his back on another. He started purring and clucking and we immediately got gobbles back. Once the toms got silent so did Mac. Within a half an hour we saw a turkey on the two track. It was a hen; she got within 20 yards of me. Perfect if she was a he. I watched he walk into the woods and then she popped back up behind us in the woods. Later on my Dad saw 3 turkeys coming down the two track from the opposite way. I turned around to get positioned and they went into the woods. Then while I was facing that way a big tom came out of the woods 20 yards away and went back in. So I missed him!!!!!!!! Then he came back out about 40 or 60 yards away.
Next Day
Mack, my Dad and I were in a blind this time and my Dad remembered his thermacell. Well I don’t know what it was but the toms just weren’t talking today. We heard two across the road but those were to far away to call in. Mack tried a few different call today but none seemed to work. Not a turkey came in sight! It was a good hunt and I wish I got something but hey, that’s hunting!!!!!
Just want to say Thanks to Mack for calling.
And I guess I’ll say thanks to my Dad for taking me out… (haha)
By: Mindy
5-18-09
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Squirrel Hunting
By: Mindy
My Dad took me squirrel hunting. I had a lot of fun. Even though my fingers just about froze off my hands, they would hurt when I would touch something!
Well anyways, we walked out into the woods, stopping every now and then to listen for squirrels. When we got to the part of the trail where we turn off and go into the woods we had to cross a swamp. Well, the swamp was frozen and it was cool because you could see underneath the first layer of ice to the second layer and you could see the spots where the deer broke through the ice. It was pretty neat.
When my Dad and I finally crossed the swamp we went to where we were going to hunt and we sat for a while. The squirrels were talking a whole lot. But I hadn’t seen anything so far. Neither had my Dad.
After a while my Dad and I started to walk back. NO SQUIRRELS. When we got back to our truck/SUV my fingers hurt to touch stuff, so I was having trouble putting away my .22!
After we were driving my Dad and I spotted a dumped deer carcass. My Dad turned down this one little road that was more like a path to get to a lake and we saw 6 more carcasses. 4 in which still had the heads on them. Those 4 were definitely poached. They were does and by judging on how large the heads were, the looked young. So that was very sad. I hate it when people poach. After we turned off that road/path my dad spotted yet another deer carcass! It is all so sad when you see a carcass and it has the hide and the head with it. So overall there was 8 deer carcasses within 100 yards of each other and within 3 minutes of each other.
So no squirrels for me. But that’s okay with me because I love hunting.
BY: MINDY
My Dad took me squirrel hunting. I had a lot of fun. Even though my fingers just about froze off my hands, they would hurt when I would touch something!
Well anyways, we walked out into the woods, stopping every now and then to listen for squirrels. When we got to the part of the trail where we turn off and go into the woods we had to cross a swamp. Well, the swamp was frozen and it was cool because you could see underneath the first layer of ice to the second layer and you could see the spots where the deer broke through the ice. It was pretty neat.
When my Dad and I finally crossed the swamp we went to where we were going to hunt and we sat for a while. The squirrels were talking a whole lot. But I hadn’t seen anything so far. Neither had my Dad.
After a while my Dad and I started to walk back. NO SQUIRRELS. When we got back to our truck/SUV my fingers hurt to touch stuff, so I was having trouble putting away my .22!
After we were driving my Dad and I spotted a dumped deer carcass. My Dad turned down this one little road that was more like a path to get to a lake and we saw 6 more carcasses. 4 in which still had the heads on them. Those 4 were definitely poached. They were does and by judging on how large the heads were, the looked young. So that was very sad. I hate it when people poach. After we turned off that road/path my dad spotted yet another deer carcass! It is all so sad when you see a carcass and it has the hide and the head with it. So overall there was 8 deer carcasses within 100 yards of each other and within 3 minutes of each other.
So no squirrels for me. But that’s okay with me because I love hunting.
BY: MINDY
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
65 Roses Round-Up
By: Mindy
On Sunday (2-8-09) I went to my first shooting competition for charity (Cystic Fibrosis) at Compass Outdoors. The object was to get 65 points throughout a series of targets with paper roses on them. When I got there my Dad and I were the last ones to shoot because of how late we got there. When we got there one of the kids (age 15) was in the lead with 2 rounds of 3 arrows each. Which is like really good considering the higher points are less than I inch around. My Dad finished up in 4 rounds of 3 arrows and a penalty shot. Which is awesome. And I finished in 6 rounds of 3 arrows. Which my Dad said is better than half the adults that shot. I thought I did well considering that I did not have my glasses and I was missing fletching on one of my arrows.
So I competed in my first competition and I probably scored somewhere in the middle of everybody. My dad of course ahead of me.
But I had fun and it was for a good cause.
Oh and I was the only girl shooting in the competition! There was only 3 kids shooting and I was one of them.
Date Written:
2-9-09
By: Mindy
On Sunday (2-8-09) I went to my first shooting competition for charity (Cystic Fibrosis) at Compass Outdoors. The object was to get 65 points throughout a series of targets with paper roses on them. When I got there my Dad and I were the last ones to shoot because of how late we got there. When we got there one of the kids (age 15) was in the lead with 2 rounds of 3 arrows each. Which is like really good considering the higher points are less than I inch around. My Dad finished up in 4 rounds of 3 arrows and a penalty shot. Which is awesome. And I finished in 6 rounds of 3 arrows. Which my Dad said is better than half the adults that shot. I thought I did well considering that I did not have my glasses and I was missing fletching on one of my arrows.
So I competed in my first competition and I probably scored somewhere in the middle of everybody. My dad of course ahead of me.
But I had fun and it was for a good cause.
Oh and I was the only girl shooting in the competition! There was only 3 kids shooting and I was one of them.
Date Written:
2-9-09
By: Mindy
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wrapping up an Excellent Season
By: Mindy
Tick Tock Tick Tock. Waiting for hunting season seemed endless. I practiced and practiced preparing for my autumn bow hunt. I shot my bow in my back yard for what seemed forever when my arms got tired. All my practicing paid off after I started hitting the bulls eye.
Over the summer I decided not to gun hunt when rut rolled around. But I didn’t know that everything would change. During my bow hunt up north the day before opening day of gun season…and rut. My Dad’s friend convinced me to go hunting with a gun. So the next morning, dark and early, I got up to prepare for my first gun hunt. And that gun hunt turned into a month of gun hunting. At first I used my 20 gauge while my Dad used his 300 short mag (up north of course). And then when we came back from our weekend hunt up north I used my 20 gauge and my Dad used his .50 caliber muzzleloader. But then I decided I wanted to use a bigger gun so my dad and I kind of switched, I would use his .50 cal. And he would use my 20 gauge in case I shot at something and there was another deer or as a back up shot if it started to run into thick woods. But unfortunately not a bullet came out of the .50 cal muzzleloader, 300 short mag, or my 20 gauge. Not even an arrow out of my bow.
I think that this was an excellent first season. I saw 1 doe, but she was out of range. On my up north hunt my Dad pointed out a dew claw mark that was six inches long and four inched wide. (Big Boy in the woods )
When I first began my hunting season I thought only about getting a deer. But that’s not always what hunting is about. Hunting is about enjoying nature and having fun. Even if you don’t see anything. Hunting isn’t just about shooting animals.
I love hunting and I don’t think I will stop hunting.
So this is the end to a great season. I guess I will wait until next year to see if I get anything down.
I want to thank my Dad for getting me hooked on hunting!
Hunting Rocks!!!!!!!
By: Mindy
December 21st, 2008
Tick Tock Tick Tock. Waiting for hunting season seemed endless. I practiced and practiced preparing for my autumn bow hunt. I shot my bow in my back yard for what seemed forever when my arms got tired. All my practicing paid off after I started hitting the bulls eye.
Over the summer I decided not to gun hunt when rut rolled around. But I didn’t know that everything would change. During my bow hunt up north the day before opening day of gun season…and rut. My Dad’s friend convinced me to go hunting with a gun. So the next morning, dark and early, I got up to prepare for my first gun hunt. And that gun hunt turned into a month of gun hunting. At first I used my 20 gauge while my Dad used his 300 short mag (up north of course). And then when we came back from our weekend hunt up north I used my 20 gauge and my Dad used his .50 caliber muzzleloader. But then I decided I wanted to use a bigger gun so my dad and I kind of switched, I would use his .50 cal. And he would use my 20 gauge in case I shot at something and there was another deer or as a back up shot if it started to run into thick woods. But unfortunately not a bullet came out of the .50 cal muzzleloader, 300 short mag, or my 20 gauge. Not even an arrow out of my bow.
I think that this was an excellent first season. I saw 1 doe, but she was out of range. On my up north hunt my Dad pointed out a dew claw mark that was six inches long and four inched wide. (Big Boy in the woods )
When I first began my hunting season I thought only about getting a deer. But that’s not always what hunting is about. Hunting is about enjoying nature and having fun. Even if you don’t see anything. Hunting isn’t just about shooting animals.
I love hunting and I don’t think I will stop hunting.
So this is the end to a great season. I guess I will wait until next year to see if I get anything down.
I want to thank my Dad for getting me hooked on hunting!
Hunting Rocks!!!!!!!
By: Mindy
December 21st, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My Deer Camp HUNTING Stories
November 14th, 2008
Early Morning
I wake up at 5:30 in the morning and eat breakfast, toast and orange juice. (YUM)
After I ate my breakfast, I got on my camouflage and I got my bow and arrows out. My Dad and I headed out at about 6:15 am. It was pitch black out and drizzling. My Dad took me out to the wooden blind about 250 yards back and I opened up the windows and sat down. My Dad and I heard and saw nothing. So at about 10:00 we headed in and ate lunch.
November 14th, 2008
Afternoon
I headed out at about 2:00 and my Dad and I set up and watched for deer.
At dusk we heard something and my Dad told me to stand up, it was a partridge (or a quail). My Dad said I could shoot it. I was about to draw back but it walked away to fast.
We heard and saw nothing.
Late night November 14th, 2008
After dinner my Dad’s friend convinced me to go gun hunting. I felt confident after that.
Opening Day 2008
Again we heard and saw nothing. But this time my Dad and I were in a large pop up blind and in a new location.
Suddenly, closely, a gun went off and we thought that it was my Dad’s friend’s son that shot the gun but when we got back to the house nothing was there. My Dad and I were on private property so it was quiet on our side of the road. On the other side is public property so there are a lot more hunters over there. Oh! But where I was hunting, another partridge and 2 does.
Opening Day (Night)
We set up in the pop up and sat and sat and… sat. Nothing. All the sudden…BANG! A gun went off, across the road.
My Dad and I still saw nothing that night.
When we went back to the house my Dad’s friend and his son were sitting there and were like ‘Keep your stuff on, we have to go drag out So and So’s deer’ I took off my stuff and put on lighter stuff. My Dad, his friend, his friend’s son, his friend’s nephew, and me went out to drag out my Dad’s friend’s son’s deer out of the woods. We got there and a 3-point was lying on the ground, gutted out but there. We tied it and walked back.
By: Mindy
November 20th, 2008
Early Morning
I wake up at 5:30 in the morning and eat breakfast, toast and orange juice. (YUM)
After I ate my breakfast, I got on my camouflage and I got my bow and arrows out. My Dad and I headed out at about 6:15 am. It was pitch black out and drizzling. My Dad took me out to the wooden blind about 250 yards back and I opened up the windows and sat down. My Dad and I heard and saw nothing. So at about 10:00 we headed in and ate lunch.
November 14th, 2008
Afternoon
I headed out at about 2:00 and my Dad and I set up and watched for deer.
At dusk we heard something and my Dad told me to stand up, it was a partridge (or a quail). My Dad said I could shoot it. I was about to draw back but it walked away to fast.
We heard and saw nothing.
Late night November 14th, 2008
After dinner my Dad’s friend convinced me to go gun hunting. I felt confident after that.
Opening Day 2008
Again we heard and saw nothing. But this time my Dad and I were in a large pop up blind and in a new location.
Suddenly, closely, a gun went off and we thought that it was my Dad’s friend’s son that shot the gun but when we got back to the house nothing was there. My Dad and I were on private property so it was quiet on our side of the road. On the other side is public property so there are a lot more hunters over there. Oh! But where I was hunting, another partridge and 2 does.
Opening Day (Night)
We set up in the pop up and sat and sat and… sat. Nothing. All the sudden…BANG! A gun went off, across the road.
My Dad and I still saw nothing that night.
When we went back to the house my Dad’s friend and his son were sitting there and were like ‘Keep your stuff on, we have to go drag out So and So’s deer’ I took off my stuff and put on lighter stuff. My Dad, his friend, his friend’s son, his friend’s nephew, and me went out to drag out my Dad’s friend’s son’s deer out of the woods. We got there and a 3-point was lying on the ground, gutted out but there. We tied it and walked back.
By: Mindy
November 20th, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Then and Now
Wow, since June/July, so much has changed! Such as my grouping, posture, bow weight, and my cams.
In June or July when I first shot my bow I could barely pull it back, now I am at 35 pounds. My bow is easy to pull back. My weight has changed a lot since June.
My posture has changed also. Months ago I used to lean my back far back and I shot that way, not a very good posture. Now, I still lean back a little bit but not as much as I did. A better posture means that you shoot better to! Changing my posture has helped my grouping of arrows a lot.
My grouping has changed so much since June. In June I was still on the target but not necessarily kill shots. Now I have a tight group and they are kill shots! So I am happy about that. My Dad says that if you can wrap your hand around them and they are kill shots then you are a great shot.
My cams have suffered a little bit recently, uh… I kinda dropped my bow once or twice or three times. My most recent drop was so bad that my Dad had to file down my cams. OOPS! I am surprised my bow isn’t broken yet!
Conclusion:
I really appreciate everything my Dad does for me. Without his love of the outdoors, I would never experience any of the best and worst things in nature. My Dad is one of my heroes and one of my favorite people to walk the earth. I really love my Daddy. I just want to thank him for everything he has ever done for me.
By: Mindy
In June or July when I first shot my bow I could barely pull it back, now I am at 35 pounds. My bow is easy to pull back. My weight has changed a lot since June.
My posture has changed also. Months ago I used to lean my back far back and I shot that way, not a very good posture. Now, I still lean back a little bit but not as much as I did. A better posture means that you shoot better to! Changing my posture has helped my grouping of arrows a lot.
My grouping has changed so much since June. In June I was still on the target but not necessarily kill shots. Now I have a tight group and they are kill shots! So I am happy about that. My Dad says that if you can wrap your hand around them and they are kill shots then you are a great shot.
My cams have suffered a little bit recently, uh… I kinda dropped my bow once or twice or three times. My most recent drop was so bad that my Dad had to file down my cams. OOPS! I am surprised my bow isn’t broken yet!
Conclusion:
I really appreciate everything my Dad does for me. Without his love of the outdoors, I would never experience any of the best and worst things in nature. My Dad is one of my heroes and one of my favorite people to walk the earth. I really love my Daddy. I just want to thank him for everything he has ever done for me.
By: Mindy
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