Woman Midwest-style

Exploring life is being able to walk into shadows with no fear... faith in Him, your feet will follow. © PLF

        Early afternoon turkey hunting. Words can't show the beauty of Missouri woods. I saw two deer feeding in soybean fields. No birds, it's late in season but I WALKED nice n slow, happy after a broken ankle. A bit of drizzle didn't ruin my day- it smelled fresh. Wet alfalfa smells sweet. Usual crop fields are fallow this year.   I found a licking branch above a scrape and fresh tracks walking along the tractor path mowed months before.  U sually prime turkey hunting i f the weeds hadn't been so tall..        No other hunters bumped into my path, no dogs ran through to startle a flock of birds  my way . I watched an eagle fly, squirrels running up and down trees and a hawk caught one.  The squirrel didn't let out a sound as the hawk swooped in and snatched it off the tree.       My foot got sore, I rested, drank cold coffee. Texted my husband I was headed home after one last hunt. Be safe he replied (from his tree stand).              We

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

BOW HUNTING, EARLY NOVEMBER 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.  I hiked slowly and medication eased my headache somewhat. It was a gorgeous day, the squirrels busily digging and jumping from tree to tree.  Nearly noon I got hungry; I still wanted to explore.  I ventured into the field, it had appeared at a distance to be withered soybeans but as deer beds field 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 leaves was evidence of a thief.  A big padlock and heavy gauge cord