Introduction
The outdoors has special meaning to me. I caught my first fish at age 4 and shot my first duck at age 9. Nearly four decades later I still get excited when I get to spend any time outdoors. A lot has changed during that time but the anticipation and experiences are still similar and just as exciting. It’s a great place to be....Read More
These days I enjoy many different types of hunting. I’m an avid, some might say rabid, waterfowler. I love to bowhunt and have traveled the country doing so for various big game species, although I’m fairly content with Kansas whitetails and turkeys now. And when it’s not hunting season I’m usually fishing. I love to fish for walleye, crappie and channel catfish. I’m at home on the front of my boat on a big reservoir or wading a small Flint Hills stream. It’s all good.
Throw in a recent bout with the trapping bug and decades of camping with family and friends and it’s obvious I have an addiction for the outdoors.
Many of my most memorable outdoor experiences in recent years have centered on those with my children. My 18-year-old daughter and twin 12-year-old boys have been a major part of my outings. Watching their eyes light up as they realize the wonders of Mother Nature and her bounty likely has even more meaning than my own personal satisfaction. Spending quality time with them outdoors carries significant and substantial meaning, no matter what we’re doing.
In this Blog I’ll attempt to relay some of the enjoyment and satisfaction I get from being outdoors. Topics covered will be broad in scope and run the gamut. It’s all fair game. If you can sit at your computer and read a particular entry and it stirs you to try it, or helps make your experience more enjoyable, I will be pleased. And if it does nothing more than make you smile or laugh that too, will please me. The outdoors is truly a great place to be!
Good luck!
Marc Murrell
Thursday, July 28, 2011
GETTIN' FROGGY WITH IT
This get-together has become somewhat of an annual event organized by several friends. Since my boys were old enough to wander around much they've invited us to participate. It's a great time with anywhere from 15-30 people most years. The evening starts with a wonderful beast feast of fried fish, frog legs, duck kabobs and all the fixin's. Tall tales are told and the kids run around fishing, playing washers and enjoying the great outdoors.
The main event starts shortly after dark. Armed with flashlights and mesh sacks, teams of froggers head off into the darkness. Only hand to web-footed combat is allowed with no gigs or nets used. Adults, high school and college-aged kids are on their own and head to a huge watershed pond. Youngsters like my twin 12-year-old boys and a couple others still have adult supervision. They've been dubbed the FFA (Future Froggers of America) and get to hunt their own smaller pond.
The evening was a huge success. Drought conditions made visuals on bullfrogs easy and some grabbed were nearly as big as a Chihuahua. It was discovered the next day when they were cleaned that one of the larger ones had a baby bird in its stomach! Dozens of frogs were bagged and sacks grew heavy. My two boys were proud of their catch of eight frogs with plenty more that got away.
A few run-ins with snapping turtles and giant water snakes added even more excitement to a truly fun-filled evening. Sure, some participants lost tennis shoes, got cut-up, bug-bit and bruised. Anything wrong with the evening will soon be forgotten when they all remember how much fun it was to chase Kermit's relatives all over the pond.
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