Category Archives: Turkey Hunts

One Cluck on a Warm Breeze…

Bushy gray tails swished. The two squirrels frolicked ten paces off the wagon trail. Elk moccasins paused. The squirrels both sat upright. The one on the left twitched its tail again and again; neither chattered or scolded. The one on … Continue reading

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“Perhaps is the promise of tomorrow…”

Saturday, 29 October 1763: Five blue jays hollered on the ridge. A silent, chipping sparrow bobbed up and down on a dainty sprig. The ruckus intensified. Blue-feathered blurs darted about like bees hovering around fresh-bloomed posies. The calm, late-afternoon air … Continue reading

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“A Wary Gobbler”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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Saving Hours of Rummaging

Leaves rustled. A wild turkey offered a weak gobble, muffled in the River Raisin’s bottoms. A gray squirrel materialized, bounded once and commenced digging. Leaves and pieces of leaves flew along with tiny scrapings of earth. The squirrel’s nose burrowed … Continue reading

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“Unexpected Ambush”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“Mi-ki-naak measuring powder”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“Morning Hunt’s End”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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Referencing the fall of 1763…

Fall’s melody played upon the treetops. Yellow maple leaves fluttered earthward. A single wing bone touched pursed lips. Two kissing breaths passed up the hollow tube. “Arrkk…arrkk.” Two abrupt clucks drifted on the gentle breeze of a early-November morning. Greenish-yellow … Continue reading

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