The allure of hunting true bottomland swamps is almost sacred. Wedged deep within creeks and rivers are areas that most people seldom venture. Thick canebrakes and ancient hardwoods hold treasures that most never get to see, much less collect.
Every year there are numerous discussions between fellow hunters on how everyone’s season is going. It begins with dove season and stops briefly at the end of January. During March and April it picks up for a few weeks when the turkeys are gobbling, then all is quiet until the doves start it all over again.
Where are they? This is the question that I hear almost daily. I don’t think they’re still in Canada. I know they’re not in Arkansas and Missouri. I have contacts there and my friends either text or call me once or twice a week confirming no one is home. They could possibly be in Iowa or Illinois but realistically, I doubt this too.
I’ll be honest with you, this one is pretty tough for me. I sat in my study and pondered for several hours on not just the content, but where to even start. Emotion flowed from my heart and soul as I struggled for words that might barely attempt to convey to you how special this one is to me.
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The last vector control seminar of the year couldn’t end fast enough. Though it is always great to catch up one more time with friends and colleagues, holiday festivities and the most wonderful time of the year are passing all too quickly.
This one comes to you, in part, by the numerous calls and questions that I have had presented to me since practically last January. Not that I am an authority on the subject by any means, even though one of my very best friends passed away from the disease that occurs in humans that I am about to refer to.
The drive home from Oklahoma was wonderful. Of course it doesn’t hurt when you can see the tips of antlers in your rear view mirror from the buck in the bed of your truck. The rut was wide open last week on the Cimarron and the North Canadian just below the Kansas line.
No trip to the hunting camp can be complete without first stopping by your local grocer for items that will sustain you for a few days or perhaps longer. I’m sure most of us have a routine of which aisles to travel first. My jaunt usually begins with picking up charcoal and paper towels.
What happened last November led to the full day exercise this past Saturday. I am doing everything possible to prevent the debauchery that occurred last year from repeating itself again. It has haunted me every day and I catch myself re-playing the scenario over and over until my gray matter is mush.