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2011 Bear Season

   

Sunrise

  November 19th 2011 was the first day of the Pennsylvania black bear season. I had a plan from some years ago and this day I finally tried the idea for reality. The area I decided to try hunting this day was State Game Lands 287 north of the communities of Templeton and Mahoningin Armstrong County.     

Railroad bridge over the Allegheny River

This area has rough and treacherous terrain. Steep river hills with some areas clear-cut in past years. The briars and brush from the clear cut makes for terrific bear habitat albeit difficult for the lone bear hunter to hunt.

    I decided to climb a river hill in the pre-dawn hours. The elevation here is 1400 feet, steep with rocks ready to take off under a man’s weight. I had to be extremely careful. I need to remind myself of my age once in a while!

Hungry?

  Once on top I waited to see what would be the first critter to see. A buck walked down slope to me and looked at the new mass for a few seconds before continuing along the hill’s side. I, too, began to work my plan. I edged about 1/3 way down from the top of the ridge and began a slow sneak peering in all directions. I had hoped any bear feeding in distant fields might use this course of travel. The plan worked.. sort of! I found two piles of fresh bear stool as I walked. the bear apparently used the  contours over night. They had been eating various seeds and some corn.            

I walked a long time even into mountain laurel thickets. I eventually made my way back and started  up slope. I saw two more does and a grouse and three squirrels. I heard a raven with its raspy call.

Mahoning Creek Valley

  With the day winding down I made my way back towards the car. This too was a steep clear-cut area.This trek was rough going as briars ripped along my legs. This is a great place for bear. I may go back here come Monday especially if we get the rain. That would make for some quiet sneaking.                      

The Allegheny River

This evening I ache!!!!!!!

Good News Country

The country-style gospel band called, “Good News Country” played their first“gig” last Sunday evening, November 13th. The performance was at the Templeton Church of God. This was our first time playing out together with these band members. We were all nervous and it showed. The patrons didn’t notice the nervousness since many great compliments were expressed afterwards.

Dick Vernon

The 5-piece gospel band had only practiced together twice. This caused uncertainties. Personally, I was more concerned over any of us forgetting something in regards to a specific song. This causes musicians to hold back a lot, at least, this causes me to react in that way. I sensed my failure to play as well as intended to due to such thoughts. Again, the people present had only kind words to say!

Danna Vernon

  Present band members are Dick Vernon. Dick has played steel guitar for many years. He performed on various radio stations when live music was the norm. he worked at the Wheeling Jamboree in times past. His wife Danna Vernon does vocals and organizes the song selections for any given performance. These two reside near Herman, Pennsylvania.

Brad Anthony plays the bass guitar and does vocals with the band. He and his wife, Carolyn live in Clarion County, Pennsylvania north of New Bethlehem.               

Brad Anthony

    

Al Mechling

   Newest member is Al Mechling. Al plays  guitar and does vocals. Al and his wife Marla live in       Butler County, Pennsylvania. Al has a business named “Mechling Bookbindery” The web site is: www.mechlingbooks.com.  (If you look real close you might find my book entitled, “The Attack On Kit-Han-Ne.” Al published my book. I learned he played guitar and sang only this August.

Me!!!

  I, Larry Smail, play lead guitar with the band. I, also, carry on with Dick when we play. That is about all I am good for!

The band will continue to polish up and fine tune our abilities as we become more acquainted with each other’s styles. Come on out and see us sometime.

We will be playing at the Distant Baptist Church on November 20th beginning at 6:30 this Sunday.

   

Dancing feather

Bob and I decided to spend some time in search of turkeys this fine autumn day. We both needed to keep the hunt to a half day at the most for I needed to play music later on.

I left Bob up-slope to listen while I continued on through the pre-dawn darkness. I needed to arrive along the crest of a hollow to listen and, hopefully, locate some turkeys for Bob to hunt. A grouse exploded within feet of me and after the initial startle I know I smiled at the thought of being through the same scenario many times and I react the same each time.

As daylight enveloped the surroundings I heard a few yelps despite the road noise and breezy conditions. I eased toward the suspected site and heard the birds again. I hastened my pace only to hear two birds flush farther down over. Of  course, I hurried towards the flush site expecting to see and hear more. Now the usual thoughts begin to sink in…were there more birds that flushed earlier or were there only two turkeys???

   Headless deer (almost)   I picked up Bob and we sat for an hour but failed to hear any turkeys to my calling attempts. As I sat and listened I observed a turkey feather fluttering from a low limb. The breeze caused the feather to dance wildly at times.

 

Deer ticks!

  Bob and I circled some known feeding areas but still we continued on not finding any birds. Bob was ready to head towards the car and by 10:00 we were shaking our hunting clothes out to eliminate possible ticks. Speaking of ticks…I HATE THEM! I removed over 50 ticks from my clothes this day and we were only out a short time.  Later while almost to Bob and mom’s home I felt one crawling near my eye and found a few more on the seat covers. Like I said…I HATE TICKS! I carried a small bottle with rubbing alcohol in it. I gathered and placed the ticks in the bottle. This gives me a sense of satisfaction, I guess!

 

Swans

  All in all, I had about 10 deer sightings. I saw a red fox and only one squirrel. I heard and saw two v-shaped flocks of swans. Swans have a unique sound. They do not sound the same as Canada geese. I kicked out a woodcock too. This is becoming a rarer sight in Pennsylvania as the years go on.

I shook out my clothing over the tub upon returning home and showered. No Ticks!

 

A Day at the Museum

     I had the opportunity to spend the day at the Armstrong County Historical and Genealogy Museum in Kittanning, Pennsylvania. Valerie Jack brought her 8th grade classes to the Native American Room at the museum. The teacher is just completing her educational lessons concerning the French & Indian War and the events of that war in our local area of Kittanning and some surrounding sites.

My task at hand is to further enhance some of the events that occurred. I, also, spend time discussing weaponry, war tactics of the time, cultural living and apparel.  I, of course, was dressed as an 18th century longhunter/militia member of those times.

The Native American Room features various native items throughout the small room including paintings of petroglyphs (rock carvings) from north of Kittanning along the Allegheny River. The classes seemed intrigued with the possible descriptions as to what each carving may have represented.

Close-up of Eastern native knife sheath/ knife

I wish to thank Valerie  Jack and her students patience with me despite my nervousness. They are a tough audience. They can see through any attempts to be non-factual on my part!

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a  chance to take photos of the class members for this site.

Victorian Tea Party

    Saturday I attended a Victorian Tea Party. Not to drink tea but to display the painting, “THE WHEATFIELD-WHIRLPOOL OF DEATH.” The event was held at the Trinity United Methodist Church at Indiana, Pennsylvania. The hosts for the event were members of the Sons of the Union Veterans; John T. Crawford Camp #43 and the Sara A. Crawford Auxiliary. This event was being held as a fund-raising effort for the project of erecting a memorial entitled “REST ON ARMS.”           

The Rest On Arms Memorial idea was actually formulated shortly after the Civil War ended by the vets of that time. Several attempts to raise funds early on failed. The Crawford Camp intend to finish the dreams! The proposed statue/memorial will be erected in the Indiana community.

You can read more on this important project by visiting:  www.restonarms.wordpress.com

Terry Greene-master fiddler!

  Approximately 80 tea-drinkers attended the two-hour event. Lots of cookies were created by the ladies of the auxiliary.(Some of which entered my internal parts.)

   A Civil War era fashion show completed the event as many of the ladies spotlighted their varied 19th century apparel.

Unfortunately, the painting was far from the interests of most of those in attendance. Also, I lost my watch. Despite these setbacks I enjoyed the event too. Seeing friends  and learning more of the times of the Civil War! 

Tea anyone?

State Game Lands 137

     Early Friday morning, I made the decision to head to state Game Lands 137 near New Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. I needed to walk some game land roads and take some photos; look for bear sign and maybe get a ringneck pheasant

Ringneck track and .410 shotshell for comparison

or a couple of squirrels. As often is the case, the hunt becomes secondary on my excursions.  

I spent half a day traveling roads; high walls and some woodland areas. I didn’t see any bear sign, but I did see a number of deer and a couple of grouse. I met up with a well-tender and we had a great conversation about, you guessed it…hunting!

     The fall foliage, although past peak, is still very beautiful to me. In fact, I think I enjoy the past peek woodlands better. The stark contrasts between the fall color and leafless trees is beautiful.               

Since I walked roads a lot I didn’t see nearly the ticks I have while staying entirely in the woods. However, I still removed about 20 of them throughout the morning. Todays’ experiment consisted of placing them in rubbing alcohol. This killed the little pests rather quickly! Another interesting sighting I have known about for a number of years is a great-blue heron rookery located on a high ridge.  The heron is a wetland bird standing rather tall on long legs. This nesting site is not near any water! Why the birds have chosen this site puzzles me. I have seen many nests and herons at times. The high winds of recent months may have removed some nests.  

Heron nests

 

The shotgun

  The firearm of choice this morning was an old Harrington and Richardson (H&R) .410 single shot shotgun. My father purchased this gun for me for $15.00 for my second year of hunting. The previous year I had used my Uncle Carl Smail’s .410 and my dad dcided I needed my own. The family had removed the firing pin from the gun sice a family member had been talking sucidal thoughts. They failed to mention that to my dad on the Friday he received it. The following morning I missed an easy shot on a grouse when a “click” was all that was heard. (Unfortunately the person managed to complete the deed at a later time.)  

   I used this gun for a number of years until my growth and a sear issue causwed me to lay it aside. A few years back my cousin, Donnie Smail repaired the gun and the first shot from it bagged a grouse.

Partridge berry

  Like I said the woods are beautiful and the great weatherfurther enhanced the day afield.  

Deer bed

Turkey Hunting

 

Not sure if Bob knows what a turkey looks like!

 I allowed Bob to wait high on the hill-top while I drifted low in anticipation with hearing turkeys. He does well at 77 years of age, but I try to be conscious of reality and be thoughtful. I heard some birds around a point on the hill and quietly moved in. NO BIRDS!  I scanned the tree tops through the foliage and zigzagged trying to find them. Nothing!                    

Cedar Waxwing & song sparrow

I went farther down slope when I heard turkeys across the hollow. I debated to attempt getting over and breaking or getting Bob first. I decided I would bring Bob down and then try to locate the birds.   

Surprisingly, After I circled around I heard a bird off in the distance, or so I thought. I actually walked about 40 yards below the tree and the birds were still on their roost well into daylight. They flushed behind me and flew towards where Bob was. he said one turkey landed behind him and ran. Bob and I headed where the turkey was last spotted and walked into, at least, three turkeys. One bird called below us but wouldn’t budge to walk up and over the hill’s crest.

    Later I kicked out more turkeys and as we were heading out of the woods we heard some yelping and set up. I spotted the turkey about 80 yards out. This turkey walked away. Maybe this woods was open enough that the bird looked and after not seeing a calling turk decided to amble off. We quit around 1:00 and Bob and I went to Elderton, Pennsylvania for lunch.

I saw about 12-13 deer sightings, including two buck. I saw squirrels and grouse too. I tried putting ticks into a bottle with peroxide this day Peroxide won’t kill them. Next time out I think I will try rubbing alcohol.                        

   The day was a beautiful autumn day.

 

Great Day Afield

     I was hoping to get my step-father, Bob in place for a fall turkey this day. One obstacle we encountered early was the left over snow from Saturday. The remaining snow patches were iced and very crunchy. We tried to stay in the areas melted off when possible. I stopped higher on the hill to listen because of the noise. Within a short time I heard something walking when a buck walked by at about 18 yards. I believe it was a 6-point. 

As dawn lightened the area we proceeded farther down. I heard a little bit of turkey talk and moved in for a break. Apparently I failed for Bob and I set and called for over an hour and did not hear any lost turkey calling. However, we saw two more small buck. I took over 30 photos of the one with most photos being acceptable.          

Big problem was keeping glass fog-free

Small buck

Later we began searching for other turks when I saw one sneaking out ahead. I circled and saw more. I tried for a break and one bird broke away. Later I called this bird in but Bob’s movement while trying to manuever the shotgun spooked the turkey. We remained for a while when a buck was observed coming through the trees. This buck came within 10 yards of us. He was a legal eight point. I didn’t have my camera out of the case due to falling snow from the limbs. The buck when upon us yielded some sad information. He was blind in his left eye. I went for the camera and managed a few shots but the best opportunities had been lost!                          

     We quit hunting a little after 1:00.  I came home and did some yard work. All in all, we saw about 12 turkeys; some squirrels; 4 buck and some doe. We are planning a Wednesday hunt. I removed over 40 ticks again this day. I placed them in a container with Chlorox. However, one was later found beginning to dig into my back after I was home. He, like the others didn’t survive.

Well friends my painting entitled, “THE WHEATFIELD-WHIRLPOOL OF DEATH” is now ready for purchase. This labor of love is a painting of the 62nd Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry at Gettysburg fighting at the area of Gettysburg known as the “Wheatfield”. (Painting can be viewed on my August 25th Blog at www.larrysmailart.com)

If you would like to purchase a print you can contact Robert J. Bowser at:   100yrs2L8@windstream.net or call at: 724-545-1330 or me (Larry Smail) at: lasmail@windstream.net or call at: 724-548-2042.

Options available are:

150th anniversary edition  (signed and numbered) for $150.00. This edition has a hand-drawn Maltese Cross on the margins. The 62nd PVI had the cross on kepies (hats) and/or uniforms.

Regular edition of signed and numbered 450 prints at: $100.00

Artist proof edition of 45 signed and numbered print for $120.00.

Checks can be mailed to: Robert J. Bowser at 144 Presston lane;  Kittanning, PA 16201

Thank you for your support of this project. Proceeds benefit in part: Company D, 62nd PVI Living History Unit;  Sons of Union veterans of the Civil war Camp #43 and the “Rest on Arms” Indiana County Civil war memorial project.

Wintry Day Afield

    The grassy areas were already white as I drove through the early pre-dawn time heading to pick up Bob and try for turkeys. This first day of the fall turkey season was to be a white one. The woods were draped in snow by the time we entered the woods. We received a good three inches of snow where we hunted.

I heard a few soft yelps around 7:30 and hurried towards the sound. Some of the birds were already on the ground others were still in the trees. I drove them off and a decent break was the result. It wouldn’t be long before  turkey talk was heard down the hill.

I set Bob up and moved to his right  10 yards or so. I expected the action to be fast and it was. The turkeys were sounding with kee-kee and whistles and they were coming in towards me. I held the shotgun ready as the birds closed in. Suddenly, I could hear the yelps of the hen turkey.  As often can happen while calling turkeys the birds were getting together only about 35 yards from me but terrain issues were keeping them from being seen. They moved the other way after the hen came to them.

I backtracked and circled around and walked into the birds. I could have easily shot but I charged them to break up again. I went back and brought Bob up and we settled in. However, the heavy wet snow was beginning to soak in and long waits were not going to happen. I was getting wetter by the minute and colder too. BUT MY FEET WERE DRY AND WARM…no more Gore-Tex and their problems.

Bob and I circled around in the direction where the turkeys seemed to have flown. I saw some scratchings and shortly walked into the gobbler flock of five birds. I charged but couldn’t get a break. I knew waiting to chance these birds would be futile under the circumstances. Wet snow was falling  and wet snow was coming off the trees. Limbs were falling all around too. I thought back of my sister’s first husband who died by a limb striking him in 1987. There was snow and wind on that day too.

      Bob and I went back to the original plan of circling where the flock may have gone. We set up after I was answered by a distant kee-kee. Less than five minutes later a silent turkey came from my right and the 24 yard shot was perfect. 

Bob and I continued on and watched a small buck walk through the pines and later we spooked two birds out of the trees. We decided to circle around where we were at dawn and try to cut tracks. We arrived at car shortly after noon soaked through out.

Once the snow quit falling the snow on the trees and ground melted fast. I avoided carrying my camera this day while in the woods. That was a good decision. All our calls would not work correctly due to moisture. A camera would not have been a good idea. (The photos shown here were taken after the snow had melted quite a bit.)

I will try for a turkey next week with Bob. Wish us luck!       

What a difference in a couple of days!