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Post by firelt72 on May 5, 2006 17:47:49 GMT -5
As a newer turkey hunter I am egar to take in any good info on turkeys. I am always looking for the new egde to get that old Tom. I had an offer last week by songdog to take me out and help me if I needed it, well I didn't get a bird, but I did get to hunt with songdog and he was able to give me some pointers. If you weren't out where we were today there was NO activity, period. The absolute slowest turkey hunting day I have ever had. The best thing that happend is the friendship that started and the faith that we shared. It was nice having that, I actually have to get out alone a lot and it was great to have someone there. We didn't get a bird, but he got to see some great country and got a greasy McDonalds burger out of the deal. Thank you songdog and thank you Hunting Indiana for the medium for hunters to chat, share stories and make friends.
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Post by indianagooseman on May 5, 2006 18:12:58 GMT -5
I prefer to hunt "alone" on most occasions, but do enjoy good times spent in the field with friends also. I am not, by ANY stretch of the imagination, a religious guy but I'd like to share with you the most moving thing I've ever read and it came from a post right here on HUNTING INDIANA:
I went to church this morning.
The church I attended wasn’t awash in religious rituals. My
seat wasn’t a polished wood pew and there were no hymnals or bibles at the church I attended. Nevertheless, the spirit of God enveloped me. I could feel His presence.
I go to church early this time of year. This Sunday morning
was not all that different than other Sunday mornings. I was greeted by the pre-dawn moon and stars. Silent night. All is calm. The moon lighted my way to my seat. As I sat quietly in the dark morning allowing the cold breeze to wash my face, the pink hint of a new day filled the sky. No artist could paint the canvas I witnessed this morning—or any other sunrise or sunset. It was as if God was gave me a front row seat to watch the rebirth of a new day. It was spectacular.
The steeples of my church are not straight. There no crosses
atop them and they bend in the wind. But the steeples in my church still arch towards the sky, as if to pay homage to their creator. They are prettier than any man-made church steeple. I feel at home in their perch.
Though I was the only person in my church, the spirit of fellowship was strong. The choir was wonderful as usual. I was serenaded to any number of beautiful songs by the birds who signaled the arrival of dawn. I closed my eyes and let them sing their songs to me. I smiled. How Great Thou Art.
As the dawn’s light opened my sanctuary to my tired, old
eyes, I slowly and quietly turned my head to and fro to see what other of God’s creatures was in my sanctuary. The gray body of a whitetail deer materialized out of the fog seventy yards in front of me and then disappeared back into the sanctuary. Squirrels chattered. The distant sound of ducks added to the
splendor. I thanked God for being alive to witness the beauty of His creatures, both great and small.
Dead leaves quietly drifted to the forest floor. As I
watched individual leaves fall and coat the forest floor with their beautiful shades of yellow, orange and red, I was literally watching God’s natural cycle of the Fall take place in front of me. If you haven’t sat quietly in the woods and watched thousands of leaves fall lazily to the forest floor, you are missing one of God’s most beautiful art shows. Go and watch this and you will
thank Him for it.
Even amongst the beauty that surrounded me, my predator
extinct was on full alert. That’s natural, the way it is supposed to be during this season of harvest. As I slowly turned to see what was behind me, three does cautiously picked their way through the underbrush towards me. They sauntered directly under the tree I was sitting in. It wasn’t time to kill. It was time to observe and learn. The time to kill and feed my family is coming soon.
Watching the deer amble by reminded me that I had a special
invite to this beautiful sanctuary, which is their home and my Season Of Harvest Church. I can think clearly there, have conversations with God. In this church there is no clutter, no e-mail, no cell phone, no pagers, no one to steal my attention. I’m at peace there. I like to be alone there with just my thoughts and memories and rest and recharge my internal batteries.
In a mere few days, the woods will come alive with activity
of buck deer. And I will be there in this sanctuary to bear witness to it—as I should be. To be somewhere else would be against who I am.
Something from deep inside me pulls me to Season of Harvest
Church. If you listen closely, you hear the voice of God in the wind as it blows through leaves and the treetops. Enter quietly and be still and you’ll be welcomed into the sanctuary where you will witness the beauty that God has created.
- Magnum Opus
Hope this is a moving for you as it was for me.
Now, as for advice, your going to hear this alot so I'll just be the first to post it. Patience, Patience, Patience. Also learn when to stop calling, less is more on most hunts.
Good Luck
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Post by sportsmanslodge1 on May 5, 2006 20:07:47 GMT -5
That's what it's all about! I think it's generally always a better trip a field if you can share it with a hunting or fishing buddy.
My pastor says that the quality of our life and our happiness is related to the quality of the friendships we have. How true it is.
Glad you met a new hunting buddy, they are much harder to come by than a turkey and I still haven't killed one of those!
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