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Started by Model 1300, January 13, 2015, 08:29:30 PM

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tomstopper

Quote from: jblackburn on January 20, 2015, 08:47:45 PM
This was fairly random on the OK/KS line.



Apparently back in the 1940s this was a happening night club that Bob Wills would play at.  I think it burned in the late 40s or 50s
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dejake

Was out for a ride Christmas day a few years back, snow on the ground.  Had to stop to let a flock of turkey cross the road.  Bringing up the rear was a cock pheasant.  Figured he was letting the birds scratch the corn field, and he was picking the leftovers.

catdaddy

About ten years ago I was hunting a large tract of private land in North Mississippi. The property was very remote—it was at least a half mile from the road and I had to go through two locked gates to get there.  I was hunting early in the season so the temps were chilly—in the mid 30's. About 9:30 AM I begin to work a gobbler and decided to make a move on him in an effort to get in front of the way he was headed. I dropped down into a steep sided creek that was about ½ inch deep with little sand bars on each side. The steep sides offered me excellent cover as I eased up to get in front of the gobbler. I had only gone a short ways when I saw something that stopped me cold-----I saw a fresh set of human foot prints---barefoot prints. They seemed crisp and fresh and in my mind I envisioned some barefoot dude just ahead of me around the next bend.  I pondered the situation---"who in the heck could be in here this far back on such a cold morning barefooted??"  I don't consider myself a spooky kind of guy, but I was decidedly "spooked".  I decided my best move was to back out of there and leave the barefoot guy to his own pursuits.   

silvestris

A baby doll.  I was walking down a road when I got so startled that I nearly jumped out of my boots.  It turned out to be a baby doll that someone had placed on a sapling with bailing wire around its neck.  It had .22 caliber holes in its forehead.  Like to scared me to death.  The road was thereafter known as Baby Doll Road.
"[T]he changing environment will someday be totally and irrevocably unsuitable for the wild turkey.  Unless mankind precedes the birds in extinction, we probably will not be hunting turkeys for too much longer."  Ken Morgan, "Turkey Hunting, A One Man Game