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Mahoning Creek

           Mahoning Creek

Tuesday, January 20, my friend Frank and I tentatively planned a hike. However, upon discussing our plans I discovered he had injured himself. We decided to postpone the hike.

I  elected to do a mini-hike  in the area along Mahoning Creek near Eddyville, Pennsylvania, as well as, the actual dam on the waters.  DSC_0003

I hiked along the shoreline where possible. Mahoning is such a beautiful waterways and I was elated to see a bald eagle perched in a tree. the bird was way upstream so I couldn’t get any photos.  I saw a couple of  mergansers on the calmer water.

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Barn near dam entrance.

Barn near dam entrance.

I did see five deer and managed one quick photo of a young deer.

And the snow came!

And the snow came!

The snow came quickly covering the roads. The effect was beautiful. I saw two ring-neck pheasants while traveling home.

 

Bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

DSC_0001 I decided to check out the Allegheny River hoping for photos of Bald Eagles. I was somewhat surprised to see over ninety point nine percent of the waters north of Kittanning, Pennsylvania covered with ice. The ice varied in thickness and color. Much of the ice was white and thick, but some areas were thin for one could see the water color underneath. DSC_0009

I knew eagles would, most likely, be near Kittanning where the water was mostly open. However, I decided to hike along the shore of the river to see whatever I could see of interest prior to descending south.

 

Beaver sign

Beaver sign

I quickly, noticed coyote tracks as the animal searched for things to eat. I found where a beaver was using a hole to emerge under the ice and brush along the bank. Trails were well used, but, the critter didn’t venture very far on the excursions.                                                   DSC_0016

I traveled about a mile north before returning along a railroad track.

I watched two fishermen fish in some open water at a dam. I didn’t see any trophies being hauled in.

Sycamore Tree

Sycamore Tree

Cooper's hawk

Cooper’s hawk

I began to head south to the Kittanning area where lots of open water was present. I knew any eagles in the area would be around this site. I pulled in a wide area seeing a man with a spotting scope watching waterfowl. I exited my jeep and started towards him when a shadow flowed along the surface to my right. I immediately looked up to see a mature bald eagle approximately thirty yards away. The big bird flew south not allowing for any photo.

Homemade ice cream ice!

Homemade ice cream ice!

Gulls; mergansers; mallards; canvasbacks; Goldeneye, at least, were visible. other species may have been out in the water, but unidentifiable at the range. I later spotted a Cooper’s Hawk perched among some limbs.

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Massey (Massa)was born on March 18, 1770. She married John Harbison in 1787. John was wounded in battle while serving under General Arthur St. Clair. I am assuming his wounds may have been during St. Clair’s defeat in Ohio in November of 1791. The soldiers were terribly defeated while fighting the natives during this conflict. Regardless, John was given lighter duty as a scout along the Allegheny frontier of western Pennsylvania and eastern Ohio. John spent a lot of time away from him. Massey would eventually divorce the man.

The Escape of Massey Harbison by Larry A. Smail

The Escape of Massey Harbison by Larry A. Smail

At the time of her abduction, the Harbisons had a log cabin, across the Allegheny river,  just south of present-day Freeport, Pennsylvania. (Freeport, PA is in southern Armstrong County.) A blockhouse was within site of the cabin. This was a place of safety in the event of an Indian uprising. On Sunday, May 22, 1792, a group of Indians invaded the log cabin pulling Massey and her two eldest children from their beds. They began plundering.

She was in her sleeping nightgown only. One of her children was killed on site when he cried and fussed. Massey managed to get outside and scream towards the blockhouse. This act of defiance almost cost her life. One of the Indians stopped the tomahawk of another claiming her as her squaw.

They proceeded to a site east of present-day, Freeport and began to go down a steep river hill. A horse fell and injured Massey’s other son. He was killed on Todd Island as they crossed. Massey stated , later, there were 32 Indians (Delaware and Seneca) with two of them being white men. The group continued on to a site about two miles north of, present-day, Butler, Pennsylvania. Most of Indians left this site leaving two Indians to guard Massey. From this site she managed to escape.

The Indians took up her trail in pursuit. At one point, she hid among a tree top while a native stood and waited. He had heard the noise of the baby. Apparently, he believed he was hearing things and left. She used her hand and cloth to keep the baby silent. Imagine the terror she must have felt at this time. (This is the scene depicted in my painting.) On May 27th, 1792, Massey reached the Allegheny near,the present-day, Six Mile Island north of Pittsburgh.(Just above Sharpsburg, PA.) She had been close to death. She had, barely, survived the elements. She had came close to giving up, but thoughts of her baby helped her persevere. Another day in the wilderness would have, no doubt, killed her. Providence!

Massey passed away on December 9, 1837.

DSC_0003 My friend, Howard Meyers wished for me to attend the 40th

My art for the 40th anniversary logo.

My art for the 40th anniversary logo.

anniversary of the Pennsylvania Chapter of the National Wild Turkey Federation Awards Banquet. The event was held at State College, Pennsylvania.  I must say I was elated to see so many friends, most of which I haven’t seen in fifteen to twenty years. I spent a year as associate editor for their state magazine TURKEY TALK. I took over the reins in 1985 as editor and spent fifteen years in that position until I resigned in 2001.

Dale Rohm of Rohm Brothers Turkey Calls

Dale Rohm of Rohm Brothers Turkey Calls

Don Heckman and Shirley Grenoble

Don Heckman and Shirley Grenoble

I joined the organization in 1973 or 1974, I believe.  At that time, the organization was known as the Pennsylvania Wild Turkey Federation. This organization affiliated in 1975 with the National Wild Turkey Federation and the  board changed the name accordingly.

I spent much time getting to “catch up” with many friends. Most of them, myself included, belonging to the Silver Spurs for serving a number of  years on the board of directors. I completed the art for the 40th anniversary logo. This art appeared on tee-shirts and limited-edition box calls.

My good friend, Howard Meyers. We have chased a lot of turkeys.

My good friend, Howard Meyers. We have chased a lot of turkeys.

Dan and Pat Christ

Dan and Pat Christ

Dan, and Pat, Christ were present with his wildlife art. Dan created the  painting for the anniversary entitled, “Demanding Attention.”  You may visit his site at: http://www.danchristgallery.com  Dan helped the dragging of a bear I shot some time ago in Clearfield County. He, and his wife, are great people and I am proud to call them friends.

Another friend, Steve Lecorchick talked and he mentioned his ministry of working with terminally ill people with hunts. Steve has guided hunts for years. He does outdoor and Christian themed seminars as well. Contact Steve at 814-948-5133 and visit his web site for details too: http://www.answeringprayers.net I told Steve about my Bible studies and promised to send along my study on the Book of Acts as a starter.

Other friends were Dan Roessner; Joel Bock; Skip Sanderson; Joe Krug; Reed Johnson; Tom Baldrige of the NRA; Tim Holtz; Bob Clark; Ron Sandrus and many more. Great seeing you all!

DSC_0015    Dyed-in-the-wool flintlock hunters expect weather like this day. The temperatures were low and bitter on this, January 7th, 2015, day. The winds were brisk. I have hunted in more severe weather conditions during the after-Christmas primitive deer hunting season. This was an exceptional day to be in the woods.                                  DSC_0016

Deer were everywhere! I was seeing many deer and by 9:00 A.M. I had viewed sixteen deer!  I even missed two! The first miss was a doe that had been feeding and stopped to look at why the other deer behind her were acting strange. A tree blocked the front shoulder area. I leaned way to my left to expose the area. I remember using my right index finger to slide behind my glasses to wipe away the tears from the cold wind. I missed!

I was trailing another deer when I spotted a doe bedded behind some fallen trees. The thirty yard shot could have been an easy one, however, the deer unnerved at the very same second I squeezed the trigger. I missed.

IMG_1628Later, I was sneaking among crabapples and goldenrods when I spotted a doe standing watching me. The shot was true, but back a little farther than I wanted. I followed the deer  and harvested her about 12:45 P.M. Unfortunately, the kill zone was way down over a steep hill. The drag would be hard until I reached the top.

 

DSC_0003  I have been negligent with my posts as of late. I believe I need to catch up some. The first day of Pennsylvania’s Primitive deer season began the day after Christmas. I forced myself to hunt as usual despite bouts of pain in my upper, inner thigh area.

A camera shot instead of a flintlock shot!

A camera shot instead of a flintlock shot!

This first day I saw nine deer. Some deer were close enough, but brush caused a pause hoping for that perfect shot. Those waits often cause failure to get any shots. I did see a Least Weasel this day. That little weasel is rare and I felt privileged to see one. I quit a little after noon due to pain. I didn’t hunt the next day.

DSC_0008  I saw plenty of deer the next several times I hunted. (I took pain-relieving pills to make the hunt as tolerable as possible.) On Tuesday, the 30th, my cousins, Donnie and Bobby, as well as, my step father, Bob engaged in some hunting. Bobby and I dogged all morning. I had the hammer back of several potential shots, but I didn’t shoot. Two of these potential shots were near horizon lines. Another shot had two deer standing side by side. The closest deer was back  some, but I thought the deer may step just as I shoot potentially harvesting two deer. I hoped they would separate. Donnie and Bob missed  during this drive.

A small deer.

A small deer.

I elected to head off after the others went their separate ways.  I missed a shot at a deer for I misjudged the distance. I did see a coyote this day.

Today, January 2nd, my friend, Terry Williams and I went hunting with our flintlocks. Terry has limited time to hunt so I did some dogging hoping he might connect. He did get a nice buck in archery season and a doe earlier during this flintlock season. I saw a lot of deer with  two times having the hammer back hoping for that perfect shot. In fact, I had 22 deer sightings. Terry didn’t see any. Fate is like that!

I was circling Terry when I saw a deer in goldenrods and briars. I instinctively raised  Old Jacob and shot. The deer dropped. The shot was seventeen yards via Terry’s range finder. Tomorrow will be butchering day.

 

Venison For Me!

The morning was short, but interesting. Light rain was present as I prepared to leave the home. Later, this would change to snow.

I crossed Cherry Run and walked about forty yards from the road when I saw a deer laying to my right. In those fleeting thoughts, I wondered if the deer was hit by a car or was shot poorly and ran down in the creek area. The very next instance, I realized the deer was a doe and just bedded at this site. Before I could get the rifle on it the deer jumped and headed deeper into the woods. The deer was bedded sixteen steps from me!

DSC_0010    I continued on and settled in awaiting the dreary gloom to lessen. I consciously hoped a deer wouldn’t show up in the distance. I knew identifying the deer could be a problem.

The squirrels were out extra early this morning and I could hear a few turkeys across the hollow. (I would later see a turkey high in a tree.)

At eight o’clock I left to do some sneaking around.  Approximately a half hour later, I was looking at a deer at thirty-eight yards. The shot was true and I, now, had venison. I had used the Remington 760 in the 30:06 caliber this day. I had a short prayer of thankfulness as per my tradition. The dark weather and open sites of my flintlock would be difficult to use in the darkened morning light, but the shot would have been great for the flintlock. The doe was a small one, but the drag would be easy.

A Deer For Bob

 

Bob and his deer.

Bob and his deer.

I had a great day afield. I saw a lot of deer and passed on a several shots waiting for perfection I guess. I have been hunting with my Andrew Verner style flintlock affectionately called, Old Jacob! Open sights and one shot and having a miss yesterday had me waiting.

My step father, Bob and I were watching seven deer feeding in a field and we planned a strategy. We went around in a semi-circle to close the distance and observe their movements. We succeeded and watched the seven go up and over a rise in the field. We had to do such actions to get the deer into a place for safety reasons.

I told Bob to go down the slope and bare right to watch a certain side of the hill where the deer often move through. I continued to make an arc around the area to move in and hopefully locate the deer.

I entered the woodlands when I saw some movement behind a pile of treetops. For an instance I thought I was seeing turkeys before realizing the movements were deer ears. In a second deer exploded and headed towards Bob. BAM!!!! Bob got a deer!

After congratulations and the story Bob tagged and dressed the deer. I volunteered to the dragging as Bob would go and bring his truck to a meeting place along the township road. this would greatly shorten the drag.

I continued to hunt seeing more deer and a flock of about 25 turkeys.

 

Missed!

This past Friday after I came home from deer hunting inner thigh leg pains began surfacing again. By early evening the pain became intense to the point I had to walk around on all fours. Pain pills eventually soften the pain. I wish I knew what causes this issue on occasion! Saturday, I was still hurting enough I felt I should refrain from pushing myself. Later that afternoon we had supper here for my mother’s 85th birthday. (Ruth Smail Miller) Today, the 8th, I went deer hunting with my flintlock rifle, Old Jacob. My plan was to hunt for buck only until around 9:30 A.M. before opening up the possibility for harvesting an antlerless deer. The first deer I saw was of unknown gender. The dense brush prevented identification. I set down and the next deer to see was a doe and her young fawn of the year. These two came within thirty-five yards of me, but I held to my personal agreement. The third deer too was let go. I saw two more around 10:00 o’clock, but they were too far to see well. I continued still hunting when I spotted the back of a feeding deer. I saw a second doe too. I had some great potential shots, but I couldn’t take them because of the angle and a road and houses in the distance.  I waited and watched as the two fed behind a screen of brush. Eventually, they moved to a safe zone, but the brush obscured them. At one point I believed the shot was a doable one and I missed! I hurried the seventy yard site and watched the two deer go farther along. I spent almost two hours zigzagging around ;looking for a down deer or signs of a hit. What happened? Was the miss due to brush? I remember bending over to shoot. Was I off balanced because of this? Or did I just misjudge the distance and miss?  Regardless, I am happy to have had missed instead of wounding the deer. The leg pains were not very bad this morning. They were intermittent. I am happy to say since I came home from hunting the pains hasn’t become prominent. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Yes this morning was a great day to be in the woods. I didn’t get a buck, but if events would have been slightly different the result would have been venison.

DSC_0006   I should fill in a few days since I neglected to post anything recently. Wednesday, December 3, I hunted for half a day. I saw my first deer immediately upon entering the woods. I could not identify the critter due to brush.

My hunt followed with a jaunt through a pine forest area. Here I heard    DSC_0008turkeys on the roost. In a few moments I heard more birds across a hollow. I smiled knowing how had I tried to locate birds on different occasions and, now, here they are!

I settled in to watch in the gloom of another dreary day. Three snorts soon erupted near me. The wind was right for my presence. After a short time I noticed a hind leg of a deer. I could see other deer parts as they moved around. eventually three doe walked past me.

I spotted movement to my left and , you guessed it, twelve turkeys walked through an opening. there used to be thirteen in that flock. I wonder where that extra bird went?  Oh yeah, I remember, the gobbler went into my freezer!

I still hunted around the area seeing more deer and squirrels, but no antlers. I quit around noon to stop and visit my mom and step father, Bob.

Thursday, December 4th found my hide spending much of the day at the Armstrong County Museum.  I talked Indians with four groups. they were a great bunch of young people!

This morning, I watched the weather closely. There was talk of freezing rain in the early hours turning to rain later on. I left the house after seven o’clock to hunt deer. This has been a most gloomy deer season thus far.

My approach to where I had intended to park found a big deer standing exactly where the jeep is stationed on many hunts. The deer’s head was hid by roadside brush. The deer moved and I proceeded to drive when another buck walked off the hill’s side within an easy stone’s throw. The rack was nice and even and legal. I couldn’t see the width eat the angle I was observing the deer, but it was nice.

I parked and could see the deer standing about twenty yards between the road and the creek. It turned and moved into the brush.

I exited the jeep only to see and hear a turkey flush directly behind me. I looked over and could see three additional deer. they appeared to be all doe. I began to walk in to hunt and a cottontail rabbit ran off. I thought this is going to be a great day in the woods.

I eased up the hill trying to decide what course of action would be best to overtake these deer. I decided to allow my instincts to guide my way. the hunt was on. I walked about a quarter of a mile searching for anything looking like deer when I spotted two deer to my left. They were feeding long. I moved towards them and could see deer were bucks. I moved silently to close the gap. I scoped the one buck and could see approximately 16 to 18 inches of antler width. I failed to count the points. They moved deeper into the brush and I circled.

My circle was closing in when I saw the doe ahead of me followed by two buck. Here is where I messed up! I turned left and went down over before turning right to watch a deep hollow and the edge of the hill. I wished I would have stayed on the deer. I lost them after this maneuver. I circled around much of the morning and never saw them again.

I did see another nine doe and one unknown deer prior to quitting around one o’clock. the last three deer stalked. I knew they were doe, but I approached to with easy bow range as they fed along. The mother doe eventually turned and walked past me followed by her two fawns.

Saturday, the weather people are calling for  much rain. The 6th is, also, my mother’s 85th birthday!