Sunday hunting could be set for change
As of today, there are 14 counties open for Sunday hunting on private lands in West Virginia. The counties are Boone, Brooke, Clay, Hancock, Jefferson, Lincoln, Logan, McDowell, Marshall, Mingo, Ohio, Wayne, Wetzel and Wyoming counties. Hunters must have written permission of the landowner, and hunting is prohibited on any Sunday preceding the Monday opening of a big game season (deer, bear, turkey or boar).
A strutting, gobbling spring gobbler
Hunting, no matter what game species you’re after, usually comes down to being in the right place at the right time.
Nesting birds are establishing their territory
Almost overnight the old field below the house has greened up, and birds have set up nesting territories. Bluebirds were the first to lay eggs because the nest box protects the eggs from the elements. Within just a few weeks, however, field sparrows, indigo buntings, white-eyed vireos, and cardinals have also established territories.
Turkeys, coffee and sleep deprivation
Do you really think that having eight hours of sleep every night is necessary? Don’t you figure some scientist somewhere doing a study tells us this because it sounds good and maybe he is working on the side for Mattress Company? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. The people telling us this are definitely not turkey hunters.
Humbled by a simple game bird
I used to think I knew a thing or two about turkey hunting. Back in the day, some twenty-some-odd years ago, I was pretty confident in my skills and my ability to call in a turkey to the end of my shotgun barrel. I would offer my opinions freely when asked about such mythical subjects ranging from the use of decoys to when to call aggressively, or when to simply shut up.
Birds sing to communicate
The hills are alive with the sound of… birds. For the last week, migratory birds have been announcing their arrival each morning with a chorus of species-specific songs and calls. And yes, there is a difference between songs and calls.
He’ll always be listening to his granddad
The hunter eased the truck door shut and shoved three shotgun shells into his pocket. Loading up would come a little later and he hoped that he would not forget. The pale glow was starting in the east but there was lots of time. Walking out the road in the dark a small bird went by his head like a guided missile and he barely flinched, like he was expecting it.
NRA Convention a special experience
Your humble scribe journeyed this past weekend to the National Rifle Association Convention in Indianapolis, Ind. Not a bad drive from Beckley, but a world away as it is flat as a pancake and lots of cornfields. That’s not a bad thing, just different.
Standoff with a gobbler
I have no way of telling for sure, but I am certain the turkey was gobbling when the plane I was on landed. A good friend of mine invited me to turkey hunt with him in Texas, and I graciously accepted his offer and left my mountain home for a few days.
Loving it at the zoo
Early childhood experiences often shape the adults we become. In my case, I remember going to the Philadelphia Zoo with my parents. I relished those times with my mom and dad then and recall them fondly now.
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