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State Game Lands 287

Beautiful morning!

I exited my vehicle with a plan to enter into the woods of a mile long hollow and “still hunt” for bear. (Still-hunting is the style of hunting of moving along slowly and stopping to look and listen.) This hollow is very wide and has brushy areas; hemlocks and  rhododendron thickets. As I was walking towards the woods, three sets of vehicle lights could be viewed and turned into the site. An organized bear drive was being planned for daylight. I turned around and drove two miles north and went on an exploratory hunt. I was in a new area in the 287 State Game Lands.                                                                                    

The area I was exploring proved to be a site of many old strip mining high walls. I estimated this area was mined early into the last century if not before. The high walls have plenty of spruce, larch (Tamarack) trees, poplar and aspens.   I wondered why individuals left the areas this way in the past. I wondered even more why landowners seemed to allow it!

Larch cones

At one point I could barely hear the shouts of the drivers from the earlier mentioned drive for bear. They were so far I first thought I was hearing swans high into the sky. (I saw swans  flying. They appeared silver as the sun illuminated their white plumage.)  The drive produced no shots!  I heard two far off shots all day. I am suspecting the bear may be in the standing corn. There are many acres of corn in this area.                                                                                                                                      

Brilliant orange fungus

I saw some deer and squirrels. One deer had a very small set of antlers. I found joy with seeing many small birds too. Birds such as the golden-crowned kinglet; downy woodpeckers, doves and jays were viewed.

Long way to the river!

Noon was approaching as my circling proved to be within reach of the car. I decided to go back to where I was parked originally and walk back over to the river hill site I hunted last year on the first day. This hill overlooks the mighty Allegheny River and is very steep. As I walked along about 1/3 of the way down over, I found the trail to be only as wide as the deer trail I was on. Occasionally, I could see remnants of old mining or logging roads from ancient of times. I wondered how far I would go if I stumbled???

Steep hillside

Prior to reaching the river hill, I met a father and two teenage offspring. We enjoyed some great conversation before shaking hands and wandering away. Great to see his daughter and son learning about the great outdoors!

Mahoning watershed

At two different times I set down and did a little reading. The warm temperatures made climbing hills a little exhausting so a half hour rest was welcomed on two occasions. The book I am reading is “COMMON SENSE” by Thomas Paine. The book was originally written in 1776 during  the time of the breaking down of relations with Great Britain and the colonies. The man would not be surprised at what has happened in America today. He had it pegged!

Downy Woodpecker

On this hunt I saw a small, illegal buck and doe. I heard them long before I saw them. The two were coming along the steep hillsides. They managed to get along much better than I! I reached the vehicle around 3:15 and decided to begin the drive home. Laurie still has a lot of homemade buns around the house!

Reesdale Power Plant from across the river (Closing from EPA regs)

Rifle Needed A Walk!

Before the sun…frost!

A very spring-like morning was to be for Pennsylvania’s first day of the black bear season. The temperatures as I began my jaunt up the hill hovered around 25 degrees. A heavy frost covered all vegetation. However, as soon as the sun peeked out from the eastern horizon the temperatures warmed rather quickly. The red and orange colors permeated the trees as the sun’s rays touched each limb and leaf.

Golden glow

My Remington 760 in a 30:06 caliber had been hinting for a walk for a couple of weeks now. This would be the day ! The plan for this first morning was simple. I was going to Cherry Run to familiar haunts and sneak around searching for a bear. I did not do any pre-season scouting, but I wanted to visit certain sites. The reason for this is simple too. Some of the steep slopes had been heavily timbered allowing for great bear habitat, but the main reason was to hunt this site before it becomes mined.

Steep country

The hills and hollows of this area are every bit as steep as those found in Potter County. The only difference is the elevation above sea level. They are not as high.                                                                                                               

Bear do travel in this area at times. My cousin saw three last August crossing a right-of-way line.  The hunt today failed to yield any bear or bear sign, but I had hopes. A corn field on the top had been harvested. These facts didn’t matter to me for I just wanted to spend some quality woods time in areas I love. I would be searching for old memories too.  A bear sighting would have been a plus although I knew my odds were very low.

Fox Squirrel

I heard some turkey roost talk as I edged uphill. Later on my return through the area I would walk into a flock of 8-10 birds. I wondered if my step-father, Bob could climb these hills for the rest of the turkey season later next week.

My walking would spend approximately 5.5 hours on this hill and through the hollows. I saw many deer including one buck. I watched one grouse fly far ahead of me flying along the horizon line. Other critters were a number of fox squirrels and a few gray squirrels. I saw a few chipmunks out and about because of the nice weather.         

I found myself become rather warm and by 10:30 I removed a sweat shirt. The temperatures were climbing and the clear, cloudless skies allowed for the sun to dry out the woodland floor rapidly. However, whenever I would find myself on the hill where the sun wasn’t filtered in the temps would be noticeably cooler.

Deer seeds…just add water!

Eventually, I had cycled around back to the area where I had originally entered the woods. I elected to head to the car and drive about a half of a mile and walk up and over another steep hill to a site I hadn’t been to in many years.

Remnants of an old stone fence

I heard a number of shots all afternoon. I decided because of the amount of shooting and the spacings between each shot that most were hunters sighting in their rifles in preparation for the upcoming buck season.

Chipmunk

I set up and called at a couple of sites. I thought maybe a hungry bear might come to my calling. If nothing else, possibly a coyote might venture in. The plan included a trek around this hill’s top and to travel back towards the car. I would call the hunt off regardless of the time I arrived.                                                                                      

The time was around 3:00 when I reached the vehicle. I headed home remembering Laurie was creating home-made buns this day. YUMMY!

Berries from native Green Briar

Few Hours Of Hunting

The lands of my youth!

I was able to hunt only a few hours this morning with my step-father, Bob. After a breakfast with my mother the two of us headed to an area to chase turkeys near my homestead. We drove about half-a-mile when I spotted 6-7 turkeys along a field’s edge at the base of a steep pine woodland. I didn’t stop, but continued to drive  to the top of the hill as we had planned. Bob walked along a field on the back-side of the same pines and settled in. My attack plan was to go back the road and circle towards the birds hoping for a break towards Bob’s position.

Swamp milkweed seeds waiting for wind.

I reached the field and the birds had vanished. I walked to where I had seen them and proceeded through the pines and towards the field where Bob just walked along. As I reached the top two turkeys flew out. Bob saw one! I watched one bird fly across the township road to another hill near Route 422. On no I thought,…noise again!

We set up at the site of the flush hoping more birds had been  there, but not viewed.  We failed to hear or see any turkeys, however, a buck walked below us and bedded down. I managed a few photos when the surrounding brush allowed for them.

Note antler at buck’s bedding site.

Eventually, we went across to the other hill, in case other turkeys had flushed across.  I circled down low and back upslope a deep hollow and suddenly 10-12 birds took flight. I hollered, but I didn’t run after them. (Remembering the first Saturday of turkey season and my bad fall!)

I located Bob. he saw one or two birds in the brush ahead of him. We set up for an hour and saw nothing. Upon hindsight, I believed the birds he saw were birds of the right-side of the flush. The main flock had went up and over into a field and because of the road noise the birds regrouped out of our hearing range and crossed the road again.

One of many buck rubs!

Unfortunately with the time at 12:30, we had to leave. I needed to get home, organized and play music in Kittanning by 3:00. Just below the homestead I saw a flock of turkeys while heading home. Turkeys are like that!                  

The president has been elected. I have been trying to gather my thoughts and still be brief. This may be  difficult to do.

I went to bed shortly after ten o’clock the evening of the 2012 presidential election. I went to sleep with the assumption obama would, once again,  be elected as our nation’s president. The morning proved this assumption as accurate…….

Americans needs to congratulate themselves. The trend towards the “anything goes mentality” has firmly taken hold within our society. This is known as“moral relativism’. In short, the meaning equates to a society of people with no absolutes in their lives. We are there! The direction has been pointed out! There will, very unlikely, be any turning back to better values and ethical morals. Those days have been gone. Just watch any sitcoms on tonight’s television. At least half of the country tends to follow the rules of“political correctness” to the extremes……

We have found that, at least, half of the populace have no issue with the concept of our Constitutional principles of a limited government. We are, now, a take all society.  We have seen five trillion-dollar debt added in less than four years. We are currently over $16 trillion dollars and rapidly rising. Using this as a guide, we can only expect another 5 trillion over the next four years. Personally, I am sensing an even higher amount! We are Europe! Europe is in chaos with strikes and massive protests due to financial problems. It is broken! I find this difficult to believe that people seem to not care about such an alarming rate.  Apparently, half of the population have no problems with a government that works without a budget. I do!  There will be a time when these issues will come together for a major financial drop! Many seem to have no issue with these!…….

A bright “Green Light” has been given to this administration to continue with its policies and ideas. The Muslim Brotherhood has infiltrated this administration. The same group has declared many times that their goal is to eliminate the Jewish people and Israel. They have, also, made statements stating they will not stop until the flag  of Islam flies over Washington, D.C. Again, half of the population doesn’t care about such statements. This is a serious threat and America will need to deal with this sometime one way or the other. Christianity, in comparison, is being assaulted in many fronts. Talks of hate laws covering what a pastor says in the pulpit has been a subject of probability. This should alarm America. I sense this doesn’t matter in America anymore……

An economy hovering around 8% unemployment has been the norm for America for around 40 months. Does nobody care? This should be an alarmist’s red flag to the American people. It isn’t! Maybe this is being accepted as the new America and handouts are, indeed, the new norm forever.

I have witnessed the school system failings. Everything has been turned around over the years. These failings have been absorbed into the college system as well. Communist and socialistic ideals have been key to a generation of indoctrination on every subject imaginable. These goals are actually listed in the Communist Manifesto…….

The media is complacent to these ideals lost over the last generations. One can easily see this by watching the political ideologies and personal  and political agendas being propagated as gospel truth without even blinking an eye. Distortion and slanting in the media is the norm. Lying is commonplace as well. The president has lied numerously. Videos before his first election and videos after his election clearly show what this man is capable of…lies!  Nobody seems to care! In my opinion, not stating a truth because the truth doesn’t fit into one’s agenda is the same as lying! But, who am I? I am a simple,common country boy who loves his country and the original concept’s of the founding. People of America today do not have a thought as to what living in a government controlled tyranny is like. A tyranny-laden government is capable of dismantling our Freedoms. This administration has tried to curtail anyone speaking against them several times. This included the internet too. I suspect, this administration will now begin another earnest attack on these issues………..

We have a Fast and Furious scandal and another over the murdering of those in Libya. Documentation has been discovered proving this administration has lied! Nobody, or at least, half of America shrugs this off as a positive thing.  Americans died in both scandals! Why?……………..

The United Nations will begin its last absorption of the United States. The goals of gun control will happen at an escalated pace. A treaty will be signed soon, now that the election has occurred. America’s sovereignty will suffer and a gradual decline will be the normal way as we head towards the New World Order of globalization……………

America is the big loser at this point. The moral and ethical decline has already begun. Now we have with the green light to continue with policies that would have been unimaginable a generation ago……………………….

A Turkey!

   I became  a little disgusted when I hadn’t heard any turkeys on the roost, possibly, due to the elevated truck noise. The clear, cold skies allowed for extra volume this morning. I heard something running in the leaves as I slowly approached the listening point. I first thought the turkeys may have been down  on the ground early, but, I heard something easily known to my ears. I heard the grunt of a buck chasing his “doe.”I could hear the rustling work along the side of the hill just out of my sight.

Frosty morning doe

I started a slow tour of calling and listening until I decided, once again, to exit to a quieter woods. Since, I didn’t need to worry about Bob this day, I elected to head a mile farther south along Cherry Run. One needs to go about a mile and a half to begin finding peace from the noise.

I started the ascension up the hill and began a walk and call hunt. While walking I spotted a red fox in a field. I was seeing a lot of deer here and there too. I didn’t see many squirrels this morning. The twenty degree temperature may have kept the little critters in the nest longer.

Red Fox

I was working a flat when I thought I heard a distant cluck in response to my turkey calling. I hesitated and called again and I, once again, heard that sound. Yes, the sound was definitely a turkey!

Those beautiful hills!

I quickly set up and began working the call only to hear the turkey become more vocal. After a few minutes I could tell the bird was moving in towards the calls I was making. Five minutes elapsed when I could see a turkey here approaching me. the briars and fallen tree limbs made seeing the bird difficult at times.

Little buck

The turkey walked into range, but not offering any chance of a shot due to the problems mentioned earlier. I could see the bird for a second or two before loosing sight for a second or two.

Adult hen

The turkey worked to my left and I followed it with the shotgun when safe to move the barrel. the bird stopped and I sensed it was become slightly nervous because she couldn’t see the turkey that had been making the calls. I waited and clucked and the bird turned some allowing for a shot through an opening between two trees. The thirty-five yard shot was accurate!

Cherry Run

Praying Mantis egg case

I was placed deep into the woods and along a ridge hoping to hear some active roost talk.  All I heard was a great-horned owl and later squirrel activity. A pileated woodpecker raised a raucous too. The woods were void of any audible turkey talk. I say audible because of the breeze and distant truck traffic on Route 422 made hearing any  far off replies to my turkey calling strained. I could hear birds a couple of hundred yards at best unless I was on the lee side of a hill.

 

Gray squirrel

I began a walk and call plan checking favored feeding areas from past hunts. I did see a number of deer and a load of squirrels.  However, the negative aspects alluded to a decision. I needed to see some new acreage. Bob wasn’t out today so I headed for some turkey hunting grounds near my homestead.

Need the orange powder and this Cheesy will be ready for consumpation

I checked a great area for turkey habitat first. This side of the hill produced earlier sign from a day or so. Unfortunately, this side of the hill borders Route 422 too. You can imagine the truck traffic noise. I exited this side and began a trek through some difficult vegetation on the opposite side of the hill. I find it amazing how a few hundred yards can muff the sounds so well.

At this site, I saw more deer and watched a grouse fly out and land ahead. I found no turkey sign through this area.

Wild Grapes

I worked upslope to check a field for activity. Again, I saw deer! I walked across the field to call down and over a mature pine site. My mother had seen a small flock of turkeys below these pines on Saturday afternoon. I went to the top and changed course leaving a few hundred yards of pines unchecked.

I walked about a half mile or so over and across an old reclaimed strip mine. I remembered times of my youth hunting this mine when the trees were mature and filled with squirrels. Today, the area has various tree growth, high grasses and goldenrods. I was, pleasantly surprised to flush a woodcock. Crows and ravens were active father into the strip. I wondered what had their attention.

Don’t grab it! The Devil’s Walking Stick

Eventually, I turned back towards the earlier mentioned field and pines. I was heading towards my car and home. I had some errands to do later.

I could see my car from the field’s edge when I turned to enter the pines again at an area choked with vines and briars. I heard some steps! TURKEYS I THOUGHT!

Four birds exited the back side of this steep slope. I watched them cross a township road and soar off to the same area I was at when I first arrived to this hunting spot. I hurried back to the car and crossed the road and went towards where I thought the birds may have landed.

Stink Finger Fungus

I slowly walked down around looking for a set up site. The truck traffic was loud as before. I set up along a mowed- cut through the woods and began calling loudly. I could see a house several hundred yards out. This house was along Route 422.

Suddenly, I heard a dog bark and voices from the house. I began wondering if he could hear my calling. I elected to withdraw farther from the cut. Good move! Soon a figure of a man could be seen. He saw some orange and I waved at him prior to talking. He apologized for messing up my hunt. he had seen turkeys landing, but a red fox was, also viewed. He told me he was hoping to find the fox.                                                                                                                                                                

Anyway, after all of this, I chose to head to the car and home. I was feeling rather well, as far as, pains from the Saturday fall.

I have been not keeping up with my journal entries very well. I feel I need to supply a brief summary of what has been happening. As you know, last Saturday I fell and injured myself trying to break up a flock of turkeys. I hurt my upper right arm and shoulder; my right hip; my left foot and ankle and,  the worse, are the aches and pinches around my left knee. I am mostly pain free with the exception of my hip and knee.

Last Sunday, I did play with three bands at the Armstrong County League of Arts at www.leagueofarts.org  and later attended a Bible study. Monday morning , despite the aggravations, I managed to be in the rainy and breezy turkey woods early. I was watching Hurricane Sandy.  The weather was predicted to produce heavier rain and higher winds, so I decided to ignore the pain and try to hunt some prior to the weather changes. I did see a lot of squirrels and deer, including some bucks, but the pains were intensifying and I became rather soaked. I decided to leave before noon. I was walking a gas line when I noticed a deer leg to my right in the crabapples. Shortly, I saw a glint of “horn”. I eased up and could see a 4-point buck. I watched him at 15 yards before he decided to lay down and chew his cud. Eventually, the winds changed and he smelled me prior to his escape. A doe on the gas line ran too.

Tuesday afternoon found me at State Game Lands 247 near Center Hill, Pennsylvania.  I saw some deer and one buck here too as I walked for about two hours before aborting the mission. On all of these excursions I have been seeing plenty of robins and other birdlife. I have, also, seen cedar waxwings and the first juncos of the season too.

Wednesday and Thursday found me resting my knee. I am,  maybe becoming smarter. (Don’t count on it!)

On Friday, Bob and I headed to Everett, Pennsylvania (Bedford County) to pick up the butchered red stags. I saw an all white hawk flying and landing in a tree while we were in transit. Lots of turkey vultures near Bedford.

Today, Bob and I entered the turkey woods. I set up to listen and call in the pre-dawn hours. As I walked along a ridge calling I heard a turkey across a big hollow. I set up hoping to call the turkey in….nothing! I went in the direction and later found smokin’ scratchings! Why I didn’t call at this point is a mystery to me.I guess I was hoping to walk in on the turks causing a breakup making for a good hunt for Bob. Ten minutes later, while walking, I saw several birds along the hill’s edge above me. I knew I had no chance to charge uphill. My asthma will not allow such exertion. I pretended I didn’t see the birds and circled coming, eventually to the top of the hill above where I had seen them. I could not locate the birds! I tamped all around even backtracking to where the scratchings were.

Look close-grouse

   I did see bucks including a fairly nice-racked buck. While walking I noticed a grouse setting on a limb among some vines. Just as I was focusing the bird flew. I did get an interesting photo as the grouse took flight.

I decided to work towards a round top. I walked into two gobblers. The big birds took flight, but no break was offered.

By noon the aches were becoming difficult in my knee and back so I elected to go home and rest some. Laurie and I were to go a friend’s birthday party, however, she hasn’t been feeling very well for the last several days. So Happy Birthday Brad!

Monday will find me out again, at least for a while!

I was prepared for rain. All I heard was rain was going to happen! Agreed the morning was dark and gloomy. This was a far-cry from last Wednesday morning as I sat near this spot listening for turkey activity on the roost. Wednesday morning, I heard two great-horned owls, saw plenty of squirrels and six doe. The day was sunny and very warm for late October.

A gray squirrel began scolding in the pre-morning gloom. I threw a couple of sticks at it hoping to shut its mouth. I called a few times imitating an early morning scenario. Suddenly, I heard what I believed was a cluck. A few minutes later I heard a couple of more clucks and took off in the direction hoping to find the turkeys in the tress and break them up to help Bob in the hunt. Bob was stationed higher above me to listen for birds too.                                                                                                                          

As I approached the area where the clucks originated from I heard a series of yelps over the hill’s edge. I circled and heard running turkeys. I quickly ran after them seeing half a dozen taking to the air and running. Then it happened…I fell hard! I felt pain immediately knowing  some injuries were upon this aging frame. I remember saying to myself that, maybe, I am getting too old for this! I located  Bob.

We were planning to set up and I could already hear some turkey calling below us. Soon I heard the sounds of the mother hen. I hated to go down over the slope, but I told Bob I was going to try to spook the hen away. I saw her and she went away. The hunt was looking good for I could hear two young birds doing their kee-kee calls and whistles.

I reached Bob and began calling and that old hen came back doing her assembly calls and in short order the woods was silent of turkey calls. I began to walk across the hollow and circle around to locate them again, but I failed finding them.

I went back to Bob and we began going the opposite way. I saw two turkeys twice in the next hour or so. Later, as I circled again I saw another lone bird. I had a nice seven-point walk to about 15 steps and my camera was not with me for the forecast of rain told me that we should be getting wet by this time. Later, I saw other deer and another buck. Lots of squirrels were to be viewed this morning, I heard two grouse.

By noon, the pains from the early fall were taking their toll on me and I was soon to be heading home. The first day of turkey and I was done by noon. I went home and took a shower and took a pain pill before going to sleep. As I type the forecast is for rain through Thursday with some high winds due to the approach of Hurricane Sandy. A turkey-less year…maybe?                                                                                                             

I am including some photos from Wednesday!

Two Red Stags!

My step father, Bob Miller had been wanting to do one of these hunts for two years. Well, this was the year!

Bull Elk

We left Sunday afternoon en route to the hunting site near the community of Everett, Pennsylvania. This lodge is located near the Maryland border and features typical Pennsylvania mountain range and terrain. The name of the hunting site is Wilderness Hunting Ranch at: www.thewildernessPA.com

    Neither, Bob or I,  knew what to expect as we entered the beautiful lodge filled with taxidermy mounts. New faces, unknown policies. Only one  other hunter would be hunting on Monday. We liked the idea few would be around.

Monday morning, I was up extra early and walked outside. The brilliance of the night sky was breath-taking! One could see a multitude of stars seldom viewed in Pennsylvania due to atmospheric conditions and lights from development. I stood there gazing and was blessed to see 4-5 shooting stars! Off in the distance the hoots of the Great Horned Owl and a Barred Owl broke the silence a few times. The loud bugles of a mature elk  vibrated the lands.

After a great breakfast, Kevin, Bob and I entered the woods in search of some red stags. Kevin was scheduled to take us into the woods to locate the stags. For those not in the know, the red stag resembles our native elk in many ways. They are smaller in size with ours estimated to be around 450 pounds each. The hair color is a reddish-brown.

The stags, four in all, were soon spotted. They made a retreat past Bob. Bob missed! We searched for sign of a hit and found none. Kevin thought, maybe, we should check Bob’s gun after some questioning. We, checked through several shots at about 70 yards and  found the 30:06 needed some fine tuning, but this would not the time to do so. Bob would need to compensate some possibly in another shot was to happen.

Later, we approached a crest on the hill when suddenly we saw stags moving at extremely close range. One stopped, but because of the contour of the hill, I could see about a third of the stag’s upper body. I quickly aimed, shot and missed. Kevin and I, both thought the stag was hit because of the actions. Bob said he saw ground flying into the air on the hill’s edge immediately in front of the stag. We searched and determined that was a miss too. I was down. Since 1993, when I received this Remington 30:06, I have never missed on two bear and a number of deer. Granted there were years I used the flintlock in place of the rifle. My record was now shot. (Pardon the pun.) My confidence was greatly lessened!

We spent much time walking about. We saw Russian boars; fallow and white-tails and the, earlier mentioned, bull elk. Ravens were very vocal and common.

One happy Bob and his Red Stag

We viewed the stags several more times and missed out on shots. However, sometime during the morning two other stags came into the hunt. Finally, things were coming together. We cautiously approached the stags as Bob moved down slope to gain a position in case they worked past him. A couple did as Bob shot. the stag fell, got up and Bob’s second shot sealed the deal. Bob had a red stag!

I stalked along using trees to try to conceal my approach as much as possible. Shortly, I was in the 75-85 yards range, but the stags seemed to move before I could settle the crosshairs.  Other times trees blocked enough to make for a less than perfect shot. The stags were nervous, but as I waited one moved and allowed his full front quarters to be viewed. My shot was perfect as the big animal moved away about 40 yards and crashed. We couldn’t see him down, but the noise told us what had transpired. We walked back to Bob first and then turned to check for the other stag. We found him down for keeps.

Bob and I with Red Stag

My stag was a 5×4 and Bob’s stag was a 4×4. We stayed at the lodge that night enjoying quality time with those other people there. A group of several men spent their time helping Joe harvest a non-typical buck and a ram. Joe was in a serious car accident and now is paralysed from the waist down. Another hunter came for a Tuesday hunt. He brought his eighty-something year old father to tag along if possible. I told him to cherish his dad! these people we met were all great people. We enjoyed them very much as we spent many hours playing pool and laughing and talking.

We will be going back in a week or so to pick up the butchered and packaged meat

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