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Deer-1: Me-0

Despite my lingering health issues with coughs I elected to try to push a deer past my step-father Bob. We saw a lot of deer in the four hours we were out hunting. The irony of hunting is how the best opportunities today were buck. We both had close encounters with more than one buck deer.

Fox Squirrel

  We saw turkeys, lots of squirrels, groundhogs and of course a number of deer.

Around noon I noticed a deer getting up from its bed. The animal, at about 30 yards, actually fell in its haste to get going. I immediately noticed a second deer. Instantly, I pulled “Jeremiah” to my shoulder and shot before it too got traction to speed off. I knew, at the shot, I had missed. I failed to place my cheek tight to the stock causing the front sight to remain high along the barrel. A high-flying lead ball would be the result of my haste. I guess that is why they call it hunting and not getting.

After a lunch, I decided to not go out again and try to get some rest. Maybe tomorrow will prove to be a better day.

Also, I found a weather balloon and mailed the  weather measuring device back to Missouri. I have found several over the years in such a manner.

Benezette-Elk Country

Fog in the hollers!

   Yesterday, on Tuesday morning, I had a sore throat. I went hunting deer anyway. This tends to my nature…avoid sickness whenever I can and hunt! I did see 9 or 10 deer including a small buck; couple of turkey flocks; red fox and a bunch of squirrels. However, I decided to quit early because I feared getting a deer and having to drag and butcher this evening. Also, I had plans to go to Elk County to see the elk. I knew I would need rest to try to beat this sickness.

My mother-in-law, Anne Craft had never been to the area and made comments she would like to see the elk. Thus the plans were made. This morning, I didn’t feel all that bad, so the plans were carried through despite my sniffles.

Nice bull!

   North of Dubois, Pennsylvania, I was quick to see the fog problems. Fog was present for the entire trip to Winslow Hill. Because of the fog, we went to the new Elk Center. Here we had time to look around, see a movie (where snow falls onto the viewers) play on interactive wildlife screens and walk some trails.  After the movie, I was surprised to see how much fog had lifted. We went onward to viewing sites.

    The elk were, by this time, nestled in their beds dreaming of whatever it is elk dream about. All told, we only saw around 10 elk. Most were cows, one bull and another that was screened behind brush. Size and actions of the others indicted that this elk was, probably, a bull too.

We did see the beautiful mountain range. I had always wished I settled in up in those parts. Those sights alone are worth the time. We saw two flocks of turkeys; two deer; a hen pheasant and this interesting little fellow in the photo. 

Anne felt blessed to see some elk and we enjoyed her company. She even bought our lunches!

Early Season Surprise

   The second day of the early muzzleloading deer season and what a great day it turned out to be. “Jeremiah” and I had hoped on making venison this day. The deer sightings were numerous. I saw, at least, three, maybe four, different bucks. One sported two tines that were about three inches each. This buck would have been close as being considered an   antlerless deer by Pennsylvania Game Commission laws. I didn’t take the chance. Oh, by the way, “Jeremiah” is my .62 caliber smoothbore  French Fusil. I limit my shots to under 60 yards.  

Jeremiah my smoothbore.

I saw numerous squirrels..grays, fox and pine squirrels. I saw and heard turkeys. The big birds did a lot of yelps, cackles and some gobbling for about 45 minutes. I, also, watched a red fox sneaking through the woods. 

Although, I made the claim that this day was to be deer day I failed to connect. However, that failure was due to my decision to hold off. I had a doe approaching me head on. I was cocked and aimed. I decided I would allow the deer to turn broadside. I feared the head on shot could damage some valuable meat if my shot veered to the side some. That decision soon made reality of a humane kill null and void. The deer sensed or smelled me at about thirty yards, snorted and leaped into the goldenrods.

A Fisher!!

  However, that decision not to shoot lead to my surprise of the day! While walking along a field’s edge something walked out from the spruce thicket. In short order, I realized I was gazing upon an animal I never thought I would see in Pennsylvania… a FISHER!! This specie was exterminated years ago mainly from the vast clear cutting  of Pennsylvania’s  forests during the 19th century. The game commission restocked them ten or so years ago. the mammal is, indeed, making a comeback!

   I waited for the designated time and Bob, my stepfather, hadn’t arrived for our Cherry Run hunt. He was having a problem with his flintlock and apparently didn’t get a remedy.

The pre-dawn darkness was not without some pleasures. I heard two great-horned owls (later saw one) and a screech owl. I saw three deer in this part of my hunt. One was a small-racked buck.

While I cautiously walked about I hoped to hear some turkeys on the roost. This was my primary reason to be hunting deer this day at this area.

Pretty Poison Ivy

   I pondered if I would shoot a doe this day.I play this game every year for a time. I enjoy the hunt and challenges, but the removal of a deer terminates this anticipation. This is difficult for a non-hunter to understand. I decided a shot would happen only if the distance of 30 yards or less appeared. During this morning jaunt I saw many squirrels, some grouse and some turkeys. I would see my first junco of the winter season. My records show this little “songbird” usually appears about the middle of October.

AMerican Chestnut

  I always check out the American Chestnuts on the ridge top. My father introduced me to the trees, sometime, back in the 1960 time slot. He explained the killing 1904 blight to me. He remembered seeing big dead chestnut trees back in the latter 1920 and early 30s. All these years later they still live and  grow to a height of 20-25 feet and succumb to the blight and the cycle continues.

I quit the morning hunt at 10:20 and headed to see if we could get Bob’s firearm working again. We did! The lead ball was placed into the barrel and became stuck. There was no powder in the breech. We removed the touch hole and added powder and shot it out after attempts to pull it out failed. 

Bob

  After lunch, Bob suggested going back out for a little. I obliged. In the Blose Hollow area of Armstrong County, I saw 7 more deer. I almost was able to shoot at a bedded down  deer. I saw more grouse and squirrels. We quit at three in the afternoon.

I removed and terminated about 12-15 ticks from my clothes. Watch for them!

Section of the Wheatfield

  On October 11, 2010, my friend Bob (Slim) Bowser and I visited Gettysburg. The primary reason for the visit was to view, study and photograph the area of the battlefield known as the “Wheatfield” or the “Whirlpool of Death”.  This battle was on July 2, 1863.

From the photo, the area with goldenrods and high grasses was, at that time, actually a wheat field. The tree vegetation area had been  timbered   This site would have been young trees left over from lumbering in the past. The fence was there during the battle. The distant ridge had Confederate artillery.     

Actual stone fence.

Monument to those of the 62nd.

   The site is currently being organized within my feeble brain waves for a painting featuring the site and the battle. Looking at photos do not make it as an artist attempting to paint such a scene. Firsthand viewing is a must, in order, to capture the magnitude of the area in paints.

After sketching and discussion, we have decided on a preliminary concept as to what will be painted.  The view will be from the edge of a wood lot from behind a stone fence looking straight into the Union forces. The timing of the painting is to be at the time when it is realized that Confederate firing is coming , not only from the wood lot of the viewer, but from behind the force. The wood lot behind the Union troops is known as Stony Hill.    

The Union force in this painting is directly involved with history from Armstrong County, Pennsylvania. They were the Company D of the 62nd volunteers. They we mustered into service from Armstrong; Clarion; Allegheny and Blair Counties.

Grandpappy Slim

   The horror of war can be read below. The total of the 62nd was 1600 men with 744  casualties.

Died in action: 164……wounded in action:  503 .. died from disease: 77.

   The mini-painting depicted here is of a union soldier firing. (The photo was taken with natural light and the colors are not true.) The actual painting to be completed is a challenge for me. Much time is going to be utilized to plans; sketching to finalize then positioning of the soldiers. More time is going to be used in painting. Wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!

The day had proven to be a good one. On a mid-morning hike at my homestead I was fortunate to see several turkeys and found a red eft. (The land stage of a red-spotted newt.) I, also, enjoyed the vigor of a 2 mile hike.

  However, the most interesting part of the day was a trip to the Parker’s Landing Petroglyph site. This site is about a mile jaunt from the bridge at Parker on the Clarion County side of the Allegheny River. The site is almost across from the mouth of Bear Creek on the Armstrong County side of the river. This is beautiful country!

The reason for this expedition was that Rennatta and Louie of the Leader Times paper of Kittanning wanted to do a story on the Native American rock carvings. I hadn’t been at the site for sometime so I was concerned about the actual location. I was 98% certain, but because others were going the 2% uncertainty had me feeling a little anxious.   

While we were heading south along the river I mentioned that the river seemed to be up some. My observations would prove to be correct. The carvings can only be viewed when the river levels are at their lowest. Apparently, the rains were more intense up-country. Fortunately, one section of rock was exposed and a few petroglyphs could be viewed and photographed.

   The most common theory is that the carvings were completed anywhere from 500 B.C. to 1500 A.D. A few my have been done later because  they appear to have been done with metal tools. It is believed a tribe known as the Monongahela Indians may have been the artists. Why? Maybe spiritual in nature…maybe they show boundaries. The truth is we will never know with 100% certainty.

   

National Aviary

   Laurie and I ventured out this day to spend some time at the National Aviary in Pittsburgh. We really enjoy the natural maintained areas where the birds can fly about free and unfettered.  We find that these areas are relaxing for the soul. (Although Laurie was missed by about a foot from a white runny bomb.)  

While there we were privileged to be the first viewers of a series called “Wings”, I believe. The people showed films of various habitats from around the world prior to allowing bird species a free-reign. The species included: vultures; great-horned owls; Harris hawk; gulls; macaws and the main feature was a Bald eagle! Eagles are always so majestic! The birds would fly about the room much to the delight of the children…and us!

One funny aspect of the visit happened when we approached the “laughing kookaburra”. I remembered the bird and the sounds it makes from old jungle movies. I imitated the call and the bird began with those jungle calls allowing for many smiles and laughs from us.

   

Buttermilk Falls Hike

 

Cowanshannock Creek

 I left this morning to run a few errands prior to strolling along the Cowanshannock Creek trail. The trail parallels the creek heading to an area known locally as Buttermilk Falls. I left the trail to follow the actual waters. The beauty of this creek always mesmerized me. The features are rocks and lots of them. Some of the boulders are bigger than trucks. Crawling around and over these features can be interesting as well as dangerous.

  The rocks in the morning hours are usually slippy to walk on due to the dew of the early morning hours. The waters are some of the most beautiful in Armstrong County. I noticed a number of fish while hiking along the creek. I saw carp; suckers ranging in the 15 to 18 inch range. I, also, saw some bass here and there darting along in search of minnows. 

Buttermilk Falls

On a sad note, much vandalism occurs in the area. Rocks are carved into. Others yield satanic and perverted symbols. Beer cans cover any areas where ATVs can get into. Trash can be discovered along the stream from high- water times. This “stuff” washes down from miles upstream and settles along the trees and rocks.

  However, the landscape, as a whole, still is beautiful. There are big, towering trees; hemlocks and rhododendrons make for dark green contrasts against the fall foliage. The colors should peak in a couple of weeks.

The acorns and beech are everywhere this year. the food supply will be long-lasting for the many critters that feed on them. I did see one turkey and several squirrels on this hike. 

Pittsburgh Zoo Morning

Laurie and I spent the morning hours at the Pittsburgh Zoo and Aquarium. We arrived at the site around 8:40 and surprisingly I spotted two old gobblers walking around the parking lot. They were both old birds with long beards. Although we were at the zoo, I managed to take flower photos and several of native butterflies. I hope you enjoy a few photos.

         

    

Laurie's favorite!

Todd Sanctuary Hike

  Laurie and I went for a nice hike today at the “Todd Sanctuary” near Freeport. http://www.aswp.org/toddTrails.html  The lands are owned by the Audubon Society of Western Pennsylvania. This hike was sure better than the trek I made on Monday morning. Although I saw a deer, a number of squirrels; bear tracks and found a sheephead mushroom, I was caught in a heavy rain that wasn’t scheduled! I was soaked!

  Our hike today was great! The weather was perfect. We hiked on several different trails that snaked their way through a diverse number of habitats. We saw dense hemlock groves; big timber; pole-sized timber from past pasture lands and areas with large boulders rich with moss and polypody ferns. Another area featured seven-foot high goldenrods making for a sea of yellow.                                                         

            Another site features a nice pond loaded with frogs and newts and fish. We sat on a bench and enjoyed the traffic-less solitude. A couple of rock-laden streams cross through the lands. Of course, the water tables were low due to tha absence of rain these past several months.