Soon After the Snow Melts Off
 

My mind drifts away from these frozen mountains of snow to the balmy spring days of turkey season. Yes, there will still be snow beneath the spruces where the warming rays of the sun doesn't penetrate but it will be gone in the open areas. And the turkeys will be coming to the clearings and fields just around sun-up to scratch and feed. I'll be there waiting, motionless with my hands around the grip of a Parker, waiting for the flapping of the first bird to fly down - and the second, and third, and then the fourth, fifth, sixth... until they're all on the ground and making their way toward my hide. It's almost like the anticipation of opening day of grouse season... but different.

The first picture was taken in early April last year - can you feel it?... Spring at last. The steamy fog in the morning permeates the woods as the snow melts away among the roost trees.

It won't be long now...




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Hunting Eastern wild turkeys is tops in my book!

Osceolas included

Those pics showing green are a welcome sight. Beautiful, classic country too. What do you have wrapped around those bbls?

The barrels and action are polished to a bright silver shine. I wrap fabric camo tape around them but then I can't see the bead so I got a piece of hot pink tubing from some fishing tackle and popped a piece onto the bead.

Hang in there Dean, You guys have had your share of cold and snowy days, ever notice the many colors of green in the spring, the earth wakes up from its long winter sleep to bring new life to all things that have survived, fortunately the things that did not survive will bring nourishment for others that come after , Gary

I sure do Gary - and the different colored buds on the trees. Red maple buds and the various greens with some purples mixed in, they look like jewels in the slanted rays of the early morning sunlight.

To me one of the great things about spring turkey hunting is sitting with my back against a tree at grey light listening to the night sounds disappear and the sound of the little birds as they start their day. To top it off a Thunder Chicken will sound off and start my blood racing in anticipation of wing drag sounds and the thump-humm of a strutting tom coming closer to my hide. Maybe just maybe I'll get to go this spring.

Just as I described in my story "A Parker-Perfect Morning" in a past issue of Parker Pages Dennis.

Darn right it won't be long..........before Kathy calls the men in white suits. I'm not a Doctor, but I played one once when I was a kid, and it sure sounds like early onset dementia. I think you've had one-too-many snowstorms.

With the past two weeks of miserable weather ,on my way to work I have been watching two different flocks of birds in the open fields ! Toward the end of last week as I was eyeballing the field where I have been seeing the first flock ,I noticed what appeared to be 13 Hens and two Big Toms strutting their stuff in the middle of the field at 2:00 in the afternoon ! They know it's coming !!!!!!!!!!!