The weather is giving us a break. It is now up to freezing, which is better than below freezing.
Turkey season is upon us, and soon the long beards will be gobbling. I plan to start my final year of hunting in Florida, on March 20. I will be hunting with some old friends. This will be my fourth year of hunting with them.
The old arthritis is winning its battle with me, and unless something happens soon, my going days will be over. But I have had a fun run. Not many people can say that. I have very few regrets in life.
On top of dealing with the pain that comes with this old person’s illness, the maker of my pills just had a recall. I was halfway through taking the whole bottle of 100 pills. Not only did my joints hurt, but I was having stomach pains too hurtful to explain. After my doctor in Lexington told me what was going on and to stop taking the pills, I called the pill maker. They were more than helpful, they said the pain and discomfort would pass, and they were sending me a coupon so I could buy some more of their product. Here’s my sign! I passed on their off er.
Our turkey season starts in April, and should be a good season for everyone. Last year Kentucky hunters killed 29,006 big boys. This year should be somewhat better. We had a good hatch last spring
I have been wanting to pass this story along to you for some time, but never did. I think you will get a chuckle. My friend Paul Miller, of Norton Va., told me a good one. Seems that he started seeing a big black bear on his trail cam. He hunts in Lee County, Va., and made a mental note to watch out for it when season opened. He was in his tree stand right before dark, when Mister Bear walked in. Although he was deer hunting, bear season was open, so he took the shot. The gods of harvest took his arrow straight to its intended target. Paul was excited to say the least. This was his first bear, and he is 67 years old. Dark was coming fast, so he watched the bear as long as he could. He walked over to the downed bear, looked at it and decided to haul it out the next day.
Early the next morning, with help from his son, Paul went to get his trophy. Not a sign of the bear. Trees torn down, dirt kicked up everywhere, sign of a struggle was all around. Paul looks, and there within 15 feet under a bush, was his bear looking back at him, teeth shining, hair laid back, and Paul without anything to defend himself with except his knife. His first thoughts were, ‘Lord, feet, don’t fail me now’.
Paul said there was not enough Charmin in Lee County to help him after it was over. He started to run, but when he looked back the bear went the other way. Finding his son almost in the next county, they saw something that looked like another bear under the bush. As they eased back to where the bear came out, they saw Paul’s bear that he had shot, and killed under the bush. Then they put it all together. The other bear was there to make a meal of the dead bear, and had taken Paul’s bear 50 feet under the bush, so as not be disturbed.
I guess there is something to be learned from this story. I like Paul Miller of Norton.
Till next time, thanks for reading, hug a child, and tell them you love them.