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JPjunkie wrote:I cocked my 380 in the tree the other day Its actually not that bad I was in a side hanger
Where the h#$ is thatxcaliber wrote:Just past GKM!
Thats about 5 miles from my house alot of deer at the grand kankakee I saw a button buck and 7800 sandhills at daybreak sounds like jurassic park at daylight at JPxcaliber wrote:Just east of 65, south of 2. GKM is a county park, we are just west, and north of that. I would say 4 miles south of route 2. The owner lets us out when his son is not hunting, got to call him every week, but he is cool! A friend of a friend!
Good read thanks for sharing I enjoy every minute in the tree and hope I am able at your age sounds like you get around rather well good luck and be safeCossack wrote:Stand sitting, those are special moments that I relish immensely.. At 73 one never knows how long they will be available to savor. Generally I'm far too busy looking and listening to do any in depth cogitating but I love to 'see the world go by.' See all that is there around me, the little creature about their busy lives. The sunrises when the night shift heads for home - had a flying squirrel den up within feet of me. The sunsets, when the day shift punches out: like the complex, cautious approach the palliated woodpecker makes to it's den site. Or, that year's 'gang of 5' (raccoon pups) nosily making their way over a fallen tree toward the nearby cornfield . The sounds that surround: the plaintive peep of a wood frog, whose cadence varies by temperature; the "who cooks for you" call of the bared owl; the jabbering concofeny of the coyote pack gathering for the evening hunt; the raucous call of the hen mallard in the rushes of the nearby pond. And, oh yes, the deer too. Their cautious approach, almost noiselessly, stopping often to test the smells I am unable to smell, ears ever swiveling to catch the fainted of sounds. ( I stopped wearing my 'noisy' Timex, I swear they could hear the faint ticking when nearby.) These are most precious moments to live and relive again from the video of my mind.