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Spring turkey hunting is that awesome fan display, the excitement of toms gobbling and fighting, then tagging those gobblers. Zach and Ed's toms                                             For those of you who pack everything but the kitchen sink, you may add  rocks and a sense of humor  to your arsenal.  A turkey hunter for many years, I have a few  successes  and  failures . And as much as we may grumble, it's very true what my husband says about the  failures , "that's why it's called hunting". He also laughed, asking me if I offered advice that you throw rocks at uncooperative birds as a last ditch effort to kill one! That's his sense of humor.. When you're turkey hunting, you best leave your ego at home. Because after a week of not bagging a bird, saying 'we hunted hard' really makes  no  sense. I have to ask what the hell is 'hunting hard' or how is it suppose to be easy? It's not  hard  hunting for tu

Forget your cancer - have some fun today July 4th, 2014: Between surgeries... being outdoors was the best therapy after breast cancer. As a get away a week before my 'implants' surgery, we canoed  Big Tebo Creek and shot pistols at Clinton's outdoor firing range. My sly husband switched out my .38 bullets with 357 rounds - see the fire! We had a blast hahaha!! My SINCERE THANKS to all of my friends and likes in Googlesland ! Have fun and be safe today - enjoy your families and friends and your FREEDOM!!

ENJOY THE FUN    President Truman is honorable namesake of the largest man-made reservoir in central Missouri.  In conjunction with  Harry S. Truman State Park  of which has prime fishing and its surrounding 'public use' hunting areas, our home-base hunting grounds are mainly in Henry and Benton counties for my husband and me due to familiarity of the region.   Fishing at its core,  Missouri's Department of Conservation  regulates all land and wildlife management that results in Missouri's claim to an abundance of game.  With over 55,600 acres of water surface, 958 miles of shoreline  Truman Lake Reservoir  has a plethora of coves, sandy banks and fishing holes out-of-the-public-eye.  Those little-known places are our favorites as  any  fisherman always tries to obtain.  Very rough back country, even small ridges in the Ozarks, cliffs can be deadly at night.  Boating deep into land-locked off-shore timber there, my husband and I  hunt  more deer and flocks of turk

Spring 2014  It had been six weeks after my mastectomy -- turkey season would open  at sunrise,  April 21st.  Being layed up for pert'near two months, I was ready to roll out the door. I knew of a spot populated with large gobblers, so  familiar with those fields I can walk in before day's light without a headlamp. (The best tactic not to alert roosting birds.)  Spring was a welcome sight after deep snows and frigid cold.  I dreamt of hunting turkey.  But 2014 was not the norm after February 12th. In the nighttime after dinner, my husband watched his hunting shows before work while I was online double checking the locations I could hunt.  I plotted mileage to drive and yards to walk in for several set ups. Typically, my favorite area is a 3/4 mile walk.  But being a favorite wasn't my top priority this spring due to regaining my strength, still low after surgery.  I tried to plot for less strenuous plans: A, B and even C.  I had no idea how it would all pan out.  I h

Wind gusts up to 25 mph forecast that weekend ... I thought that may be too much of a challenge.  I jotted notes in my iPhone as I hunted. Tebo Arm, Truman Lake Nov. 7 It was a very chilly start with a light glaze of frost on the windshield. I had awoke with a whopper of a headache so I hunted in the nearby timber behind the motel. A headache, one sure sign obviously the weather was changing; I hiked slowly and medication eased my headache somewhat. The squirrels busily digging and jumping from tree to tree, i t was a gorgeous day. Towards  noon I got hungry yet I still wanted to explore. I ventured into the field, it had appeared at a distance to be withered soybeans but as  field of  deer beds I reached the edge of the timber, I saw it was a weed field. It had deer beds and paths etched throughout the tall grass tossing with the wind.    I turned back and stepped on something hard. I pushed the leaves aside and buried in the le