Woman Midwest-style

      It’s turkey season! Sorry I’m running a bit behind, been scouting, fishing twice — this season is later than usual. Good thing too, we had three nights it froze. I can't think of a better, more relaxing way to spend a spring morning to escape the Coronavirus yahoo. The trees have new, bright green. Pastel flowers have burst out, springing from the dead. Bushes looks like light watercolor throughout the woods. A light scent is in the air with spring rains that bring new life to the countryside. Winter browns are changing magically to chartreuse and yellow on Forsythia and fuschia Redbud trees. Song birds have all returned, busily gathering tiny twigs and scraps to build new nests. The restlessness that ached in me for a tortuous national shut-down throughout winter can finally be appeased. The fields and timber without snow. No longer cooped indoors, feeling excitement with images of gobblers in that field that you call your honey-hole.  Started planning hunting sce

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IShot this 10 pt bruiser yesterday. View from our land owner's mile high stand and he loaned me his 270. One shot in lungs. Two kickers behind the brow base makes 10 points! He said he knew the second I was gonna shoot, I got the most determined look on my face... ZOOM in onto the red maple on the bottom left of pic, I shot THRU that - couldn't center the scope to see it clearly. But I heard him, Paul saw antlers, tapped my shoulder said, "buck". Its head was lowered down, sniffing for the doe he was following, I couldn't see -- damn near stood up. Just that second, I got his antlers in the scope. Paul whispered, "if u want him... " flipped the safety off as I pulled my glove off with my teeth. I slid the scope onto his shoulder below and squeezed the trigger.He FLOPPED. No jump, no run, no tracking. I got 'im! We waited forty minutes in case the doe it was following would come in. We climbed down. Paul cut, I pulled out the guts. W