Most of the places I hunt are used, trashy and talk is cheap. However I just got access to other lands. Supposedly virgin un-called Oklahoma crop land. I tried to memorize the aerial imagery of this particular area and surrounding tracts. A cumulous overview revealed symmetrical crop circles splitting sporadic pockets of cover.
By Friday afternoon a rainy front had just passed. I arrived with only a cloud's perspective on unfamiliar ground. I pulled up to a gate and crawled over. I used the tree line along a small stream as defilade. One could see green leafy reflections atop still waters;
I continued using the stream bed to stay low on my approach to deflower this virgin. Second stand and (P0P) goes the cherry;
It's morning and shadow changes to light. Thermals ascend over tiny black spores that rise out of decay;
Sometimes getting a new perspective is as simple as putting your head closer to the ground;
Despite the decay and yesterday's cherry blast, this particular spot still had that virgin feel. At least until my arrival;
I set up on a fence line that shot down my ten o'clock, my scent carried out over an open field. Rifle oriented to my twelve with intentions of trying to call them into the brushy draw in front of me. Shortly into the set a turkey runs into the open field that held my scent. The turkey's body language was alert so I re-orientated my rifle to the ten. Then here she came, out into the open field throwing caution to the wind;
As reckless as she came out into the open, I believe she has never been called;
4 July 2016
Called in a pair at last light. After the second shot I just kinda sat there. Puffed on an e-cig as I stared off into the distance. Watched the small Podunk town of Okeene shoot off fireworks a few miles away. Thought to myself; We are each our own inventions, given a blank canvas at birth;
As light faded I went down to retrieve the dead. The female had mange patterns where she nursed young;
Only hunted dusk and dawn. Savory and long methodical stands as opposed to a higher quantity of short stands, burning through the area in one day. A war of attrition as opposed to storming the beach. Coyotes are kinda like insurgents and I see a long campaign ahead;
I know for certain I'm not out here looking for religion nor reason, plenty of both to go around. More than our species are willing to pick up. But like the sensation described in one inadequate word; I just don't know.. I don't know how or why. I just know that I don't know..
I did however pop that cherry..
By Friday afternoon a rainy front had just passed. I arrived with only a cloud's perspective on unfamiliar ground. I pulled up to a gate and crawled over. I used the tree line along a small stream as defilade. One could see green leafy reflections atop still waters;
I continued using the stream bed to stay low on my approach to deflower this virgin. Second stand and (P0P) goes the cherry;
It's morning and shadow changes to light. Thermals ascend over tiny black spores that rise out of decay;
Sometimes getting a new perspective is as simple as putting your head closer to the ground;
Despite the decay and yesterday's cherry blast, this particular spot still had that virgin feel. At least until my arrival;
I set up on a fence line that shot down my ten o'clock, my scent carried out over an open field. Rifle oriented to my twelve with intentions of trying to call them into the brushy draw in front of me. Shortly into the set a turkey runs into the open field that held my scent. The turkey's body language was alert so I re-orientated my rifle to the ten. Then here she came, out into the open field throwing caution to the wind;
As reckless as she came out into the open, I believe she has never been called;
4 July 2016
Called in a pair at last light. After the second shot I just kinda sat there. Puffed on an e-cig as I stared off into the distance. Watched the small Podunk town of Okeene shoot off fireworks a few miles away. Thought to myself; We are each our own inventions, given a blank canvas at birth;
As light faded I went down to retrieve the dead. The female had mange patterns where she nursed young;
Only hunted dusk and dawn. Savory and long methodical stands as opposed to a higher quantity of short stands, burning through the area in one day. A war of attrition as opposed to storming the beach. Coyotes are kinda like insurgents and I see a long campaign ahead;
I know for certain I'm not out here looking for religion nor reason, plenty of both to go around. More than our species are willing to pick up. But like the sensation described in one inadequate word; I just don't know.. I don't know how or why. I just know that I don't know..
I did however pop that cherry..
