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I'm not even sure if I'll go out in the morning. Very little activity on my trail cameras lately, which is pretty typical of this time of season.

Tentatively planning to go out and freeze my ass off on my boat Saturday morning on Little Traverse Bay, (Lake Michigan). Supposed to be calm and we're hoping to locate some jumbo perch on the sonar and spot-lock over them and bring home some meals.

Nice, good luck Scott !

I saw a buck fawn and 6 tom turkeys who had foraged North about 200 yards East of me earlier and came back South to me around 4:00pm.
Oh yeah, squirrels 🐿. Bunches of them.
I think a trip back here for squirrel is in the cards.

Theres just something soothing about being in a nice comfortable blind with a soft rain falling on the roof.

Theres just something soothing about being in a nice comfortable blind with a soft rain falling on the roof.

Truth. Wish i was there.

This. The antis knew what they were doing to game bird populations when they put them on the no kill list, just as when they did so with woofs.

And, they taste like chicken.

15 white wings near the last day of dove season.




A few wood duck drakes and squirrels. The squirrels do well boiled along with the duck and put into the Thanksgiving duck and corn bread and dressing mix along with fine chopped green onions and their stems before being plopped into the oven.

At 72 its getting danged hard to pick out the drakes when the woody's flush on the creek and one shot early this week dropped a hen and a drake but i can still say it's a rare day to kill a hen.

I missed one shot on taking these and it was on a cat squirrel hauling ass down Piney Creek. Pinoak fed duck. Hard to beat.

Just a quick alternative hunt to blind hunting.

I spent turkey day chasing the Lenny deer, unsuccessfully. Close to a 12 mile chase and I had a shot at a calf at 289 yards. It was 17 degree temps and a skiff or skift of snow made tracking pretty easy until noon when it all melted.
The coyotes were howling like crazy about shooting light, and upon a glance in their direction I spotted 3 head of elk at 1000 yardsish. Of course the wind was all wrong, and I was already thinking I was several miles too far, but seeing huntable elk starts the chase.

I tried a hook to get in front of them and maybe get the drop on them. They were not having that. Over ridge, through gully, across fences we went. I suspected they were leaving me behind, when I actually gained on them.
I stopped on a ridge to enjoy the day and they popped out of the canyon across. Two spikes, an unknown and a calf. Unknown could have been another spike or possibly a cow. I have two cow tags, no spike tag.

I ranged instead of fired, I estimated farther than they were. I whistled and the calf turned broadside at 289. It would have been a long long haul back. I kept tracking and caught them again in the trees. But I was out of snow and the tracking was taking more focus. They busted the trees and headed north across a large valley. They won. I enjoyed myself but I was now many miles in and several miles to a road.

I made it back well after dark, quite exhausted and extra thirsty.
The survey maker along the state section, gave me my locale partway back.

I don’t think there was a more lonely road on turkey day afternoon.
If anyone has been on Dunn ridge they know the area. They also can attest that a skift of snow makes the road impassible and the terrain gives the breaks it’s name.