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TURKEYS AT URICH

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Big Creek  It's a wonder there's any game in these woods at all bein's it's overrun by the locals during gun season.  It's a little wicked wilderness so thick with brush you can't see past thirty yards..   But big deer abound in river bottoms and its hillsides, often coming into the upper fields to feed at night. And flocks of turkey roost in the tall oaks and sycamore trees in the surrounding flood-prone bottoms that more resembles a swamp than a creek.  We were after those birds.     A few years back in the fall, I guess my husband just wanted to show me around so he motioned me to stay close -- we didn't split up.  Alright by me, I didn't want to wander by myself till I knew the area better.  Those bottoms are too easy to get lost, gave me the creeps.   We hiked down the bare path winding into the creek basin, shotguns in hand,  turkey hunting in the swamp during a dry spell.  Obviously Ed knew the way, he was surefooted, not slowin

MIDWEST HUNTING MEMORIES

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marina in ice    My husband and I returned from deer hunting in the Ozarks.  We'd gone the day after Christmas.      As I grew up it was considered sacreligious to hunt on Christmas Day.  But I don't believe there should be that stigma.  And as a young girl, I sure didn't know any better one way or another.  My grandpa would take me and my cousins rabbit or squirrel hunting during the holiday school break if there wasn't two feet of snow to trudge thru.      We didn't have waterproof boots kids have now.  Oh yeah, we had the ol' galoshes style.  My feet stayed dry for maybe an hour till I tromped into a snowbank up to my knees, then dry tootsies was a lost cause.  One year Grandpa had 4 kids in tow, racing from brush pile to weed patch to scare out any rabbits.  So why deny kids that time with grandpa just to not hunt on Christmas just to adhere to such a silly rule?  I'm sure the pioneers of the Midwest left the comfort of the homefire to face