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Cherry Run Watershed

  I felt the need to get away from the noisy areas. I went farther south into the Cherry Run hills and valleys. This is my country. I was raised crawling up and over these hills. I thank my father for introducing the Cherry Run watershed to me early in my life. I think they are beautiful and they are filled with memories.

   I walked non-stop from 6:15 A.M. until  a little after one. I didn’t see a turkey, but that was alright since I had time to reflect on my past once again. Like I said …lots of memories!

I saw   some deer, grouse and squirrels and a bird I do not see often anymore… the woodcock! There used to be  a lot more around, but the habitat they require is becoming increasingly scarce. They need brushy areas and wetland type of habitat.

Cherry Run

  I, also saw a great horned owl and either a coyote or a dull-colored red fox!

Needless to say those high and steep hills had me feeling rather tired by the time I returned home. Awwwwwww the golden years are coming.

After The Wind

I anxiously walked through the pre-morning darkness to set up and listen for roosting turkeys. Yesterday, November 17th was very windy.Towards 7:00 A.M. I called and heard a distant reply. The problem was I wasn’t sure where. This area is close to SR 422 and the truck noise can be awful, especially for a couple of hours at dawn. Apparently the atmospheric conditions allow the noise to be stronger on certain days. I had been plaqued by this problem at three different sites.  The site where Bob shot his first fall bird is about 1 1/2 miles away too and the noise was bad until mid-morning.

The birds were not very vocal and quit before I wanted them too. I did realise the turkeys were low in the hollow and near a residence.  I began a stalk and call routine across the area prior to making a complete circle when I walked into a flock of birds.  I tried to get a break, but failed to do so. The time was 9:55. This one acre area  had been part of a micro-burst about 6 years ago. The uprooted trees were completely engulfed in briars, of which, I became entangled in. I looked up and witnessed a second flush about 28-30 yards from me. The turks had difficulty getting airborne in the brush and a shot would have been relatively easy. However, my tactics for fall birds are to call them in, so the thought of raising the shotgun to fire never crossed my mind at that time. Later I wished I would have.

Unfortunately, this flush occurred within eye site of  the SR 422 at the Cherry Run and Margaret intersection. t Although the hill-side was about a 1/2 of a mile the terrible noise was deafening this morning! I called loudly whenever a brief (and I mean brief) in the traffic happened. I did this for an hour. I searched about and didn’t see a feather.

A friend said he saw turkeys crossing over 422.

AT noon I left for another site and failed to locate any turkeys.

Critters I had seen this day were many. I saw deer and two bucks. I saw a lot of squirrels. I was w sneaking along when I heard a grouse scolding me. I looked and two grouse were walking about scolding me.

Rained Out!

I entered the darkened woods early and proceeded to hike the half hour walk. I was planning to be set up across a hollow where I hoped the turkeys would be roosting  remembering the birds I saw along the road yesterday. I knew they had to be close.

At the conclusion of  my second series of soft “tree talk”, I heard a cluck exactly where I suspected they might be located. The second series brought more talk and for the next 40 minutes we carried on quite a conversation. The only question for me was would the entire flock cross the hollow and walk to me?

I heard several fly down and I soon came to the realization that they were heading upslope towards the posted property.  I walked the line and saw the flock only to watch them run deeper into the posted property.

I saw a number of deer, several grouse and some squirrels. I saw two buck. One sported a nice size rack. He walked about twenty yards from me and I could not say if he had the amount of points to be considered legal in Pennsylvania.

I quit about 11:15 with my Gore-Tex boots allowing the water to penetrate my feet. I stopped by my mom’s place to see what was going on. I am not sure about hunting  tomorrow. Weather will play a part, but another committment is pulling me away  by 10:30.

Foggy Morning

   The all-day rain of Sunday (November 14) helped put into place all the requirements for a heavy fog throughout the woods this morning. The fog didn’t lift until after 10:00!  Regardless of the fog, I was perched  along the hill waiting for whatever the natural world had to offer.  I searched hard all day for turkeys. Saturday, while hunting, Bob and I witnessed over 50 turkey sightings. Today …nothing!  Today, I hunted three different areas and didn’t see a bird. I saw deer, grouse and squirrels. Each area was covered with turkey scratchings, but apparently all of the turkeys were in neighboring acreage on this day. I heard one cackle across a road behing an eight foot high fence.

The last site I elected to check out proved to be a fruitless adventure too. That is until, I started home along the road. I made a turn on the road and, you guessed it…TURKEYS! I drove up to them before they finally took to the air. I am considering hunting there tomorrow depending on the rain factor. The only negative element is the birds entered a posted property. The area I had just left borders that property. Maybe, they would have had time to roost along the property’s border. Last year, I called to some roosting birds in this area and called the flock in…… could I be lucky again??

Susie

  I thought a photo of Susie would be nice…Talk about a “dog’s life”. I included this photo although it has nothing to do with the theme, but hey…it is my blog and I can do whatever I wish!  Right?

Bob, my step-father, and I slowly walked along the right-of-way as the dawning light from the east intensified by the second.  I had heard birds on the roost in this area on an earlier scouting expedition. I was hoping the turkeys would be repeating that roosting habit this morning.

I continually watched the trees for dark masses. Suddenly, I told Bob to look up there…turkeys in the tree. I told Bob to wait while I tried to get above them and break the flock up. The birds had other plans when suddenly birds took to the air with me shouting and running towards them. I didn’t go far up the hill before the asthma took control and locked up my chest.  However, a few birds seemed to break away from the main flock.

We set up and shortly birds were answering my calling.One turkey came at us and at 28 steps saw us and departed. I could have  easily taken the bird, but, my concern was for Bob to get the first turkey. Surprisingly to me, he couldn’t see the turkey. Later, my calling produced answers and rustling leaves. I saw two of these turkeys and Bob saw one. Minutes later all that was heard was silence.

I set Bob down at another site and circled to relocate the birds and corral them towards Bob. My plan worked and Bob missed one. I called in another bird  that remained out of range. I could hear others walking behind me. An hour later Bob missed number two bird!

The turkey patrol continued when I heard a turkey far off. The bird eventually answered my calls and was close. We, hastily, set up and moments later I saw six turkeys feeding in front of me at about the 42 to 45 yard range. They fed and circled, but Bob didn’t see them. I charged and broke the birds up.

Bob and his first fall turkey!

  Bob and I set up near the breakup site and shortly called and received turkey talk in return. The young gobbler walked in and stood looking at twenty yards. Finally, Bob shot and a first fall turkey was on the way to the skillet. The time was 12: 05 P.M.

I congratulated Bob and we set for a short time hoping another would answer my calls. I decided we better take to the road and get the bird cleaned since the temperature was warm.

We had viewed or heard turkeys much of the morning. We saw deer, grouse and squirrels too. The day was perfect… the day was beautiful, the wildlife plentiful and I was blessed to see a man with a smile or two!

  

Artifact Display

  Valerie Jack, a teacher for the 8th grade class in Kittanning requested I do a talk on the French & Indian War to her students. Five classes totaling over 100 students spent their history class at the Armstrong County Historical and Genealogy Society Museum. I commend Mrs. Jack for her dedication to teach her students about local history. 

  I dressed up with my 18th century “gear”, carried  along my French Fusil smoothbore flintlock, a tomahawk and other things of interest. The discussion covered the events leading up to the first shots under George Washington and his native allies in southwestern Pennsylvania. We continued on through Braddock’s 1755 defeat near Fort Duquesne. (present-day Pittsburgh) The discussion went on with information concerning why the Delaware (Lenni-Lenape) of Kit-Han-Ne (Present-day Kittanning) allied with the French, their raids, the attack on Fort Granville and Lt. Colonel John Armstrong’s attack on the native village in 1756.

Map of events of that era.

  This brief  “Reader’s Digest” version ended with talks on the smoothbore musket, tomahawk; knives and other native garb of that era.

  The classes were very  attentive and a number of questions were asked. My compliments to the 8th graders and Mrs. Valerie Jack for their interest.

A Hunt For Turkeys

In Armstrong County (2D Management Unit) turkey hunting will not begin until November 13th. However, further north the season started on November 6th. My good friend, Dana Gould invited me to hunt on property of  friends. One of these friends, Shawn K. was gracious to me. He took some time to show me the procedure and devices to produce a diaphragm turkey call. Very interesting!

 Dana and I arrived in the dark hours. (I woke up at 2:30 A.M.!) We listened and walked in search of the bronze-backed beauties. We failed to find any, however, Dana and I thought we had heard some. After investigation we failed to find any birds. We are not sure as to what was transpiring. We believe we would have been able to find birds if access to adjacent properties was had.

   Many deer were observed throughout the day. I, personally, saw two nice buck with one being exceptional. Dana actually viewed this same buck trying to proceed with his rutting method. (I think you know what I mean.) We heard owls, I later watched one fly from a tree. We found an old gnarled snag and high on a limb was a porcupine. Squirrels were common too.

Porky!

I wish to thank Dana and Shawn once again for the day…a splendid day indeed! God is good!

Morning Hike

   I decided Sunday evening that I needed to spend some woodland time early in the morning.  I had a few minutes to stop at the Whitesburg United Methodist Church to spend some time at my father’s resting place. I sat in the darkness reflecting on the past and hoping life in the natural could be different. I yearn for a time of no more pain and death. Sometimes the memories are needed!!!

   I reached the edge of a woodland bench in the pre-morning dawn awaiting for whatever the world would offer. I heard the calls of a killdeer high in the sky. I theorize this lone bird must be a late migrant. About 7:20 I heard a little turkey talk. One bird came of the roost early and began announcing to the others that an intruder was near. The bird’s strong alarm putt told the story.    

Cherry Run

I retreated and walked some 400-450 yards when I heard other turkeys still on the roost. Their calls continued until 8:00. Above me I heard leaves rustling. A gobbler’s head appeared and our eyes glared at each other for several moments until the bird ducked. I quickly moved upslope and saw two gobblers. (The birds I heard earlier?)

Pennsylvania Country

  I decided to head out for another area for turkey population checks. I was doing this primarily to find places to bring my step-father, Bob for turkey hunting… hopefully not very rugged places.    

He is legal!

As the day went on, I saw six doe and one buck. I, also, saw some squirrels and watched a couple of pileated woodpeckers darting from tree to tree. The robins are still around eating dogwoods and wild grapes. I usually se them all winter long at some of these areas producing such mast.

Robin

Two Hikes and a Talk

 

Rural road.

 Wednesday (October 27) was a golden autumn day. I needed two go for a walk for a number of reasons….excercise; enjoy the beautiful conditions; study sycamore trees and leaves for an upcoming painting; look for wildlife and take some foliage photos.  

Sycamore Tree.

I chose to walk very rural roads I know about where the existence of any vehicles is a very rare thing. The hike consisted of approximately 8-9 miles and was invigorating. I only saw several deer,  various birds, a couple of red-tailed hawks and I heard a grouse drumming.

Staghorn Sumac

   On Thursday (October 28) while visiting my mother I decided to go another hike. This was one of those 30 MPH wind days. On this venture, I was fortunate enough to see, at least five turkeys and watched two deer get up from their beds before fleeing.

As I was walking along a field’s edge, I noticed what appeared to be a buck’s antlers. I stopped and reversed one step only to see a spike buck laying among the briars at about 18 yards. I tried to get focused photos, but failed to do so. I eased up to a tree and look for clearer view only to spook him.

The evening  would be a few hours of fellowship with members of the church’s mens group. I was the speaker this evening. I dressed in my 18th century era apparel and carried along two flintlocks, tomahawks and other things of interest. The guys seemed to enjoy the historical (not hysterical)aspect of the talk and be able to see firsthand what a militia-member of that time period would have looked like. A great bunch of guys!

Deer-0: Me-1

The cough prevented me from going out hunting on October 22. This morning, however, after much thought, I left to pick up Bob around 8:30. I wasn’t coughing much at all.

I heard a shot somewhere over the ridge. I thought maybe Bob shot. Just as reached the crest I noticed a deer standing some 35-40 yards from me. The doe was partially concealed within the green briars. I determined the head was free of a rack and shot. The deer ran off and I continued searching for Bob. We came back within minutes and I began a search for signs of a hit. I did see some blood and the deer again.

I began a stalking style of hunting and saw the deer jump up and move ahead only to stop. I realized the deer was hit hard, but I knew what I needed to do too. I continued the stalk until, finally, I connected. The deer was a button buck. I didn’t know that until the hunt was over due to the amount of briars and tree-tops over much of the area.

Jeremiah, named after the Old Testament prophet

  The smoothbore I have works flawlessly. It is a gun of high quality. Me, on the other hand, have difficulty using it at times. The muzzleloader has a front sight only. I need to take that sight and keep it low along the length of the barrel. This causes me to see a blurriness and a hazy shine on sunny days like today. I am certain our forefathers experienced such problems as , they too, aged. A fact: vision just isn’t as good as when they or us today get farther along in years.