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
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
TURKEY DAY TRADITIONS
We started one inadvertently a few years ago. The Thanksgiving weekend is long enough to be able to set a few traps and run them several times over the course of the weekend. Our first year's take was considerable and my kids, as well as my nephew, had a good time. We caught several coons, including one 25-pounder we called coon-zilla, possums and our first coyote.
It was our turn to host the holiday this year and one of the first questions from my sister's kids were "are we going to run traps?" My 12-year-old niece was on the bandwagon now and likely still miffed she didn't get to go a couple years ago as I didn't have enough room on the ATV for ALL the kids. My daughter was home from college and she wanted in on the action as well.
I met my sister and her family outside of town on their way here last Thursday. She followed in her mini-van (much to her chagrin) through a pasture to where I had set traps the day prior. It looked like we were pulling up to Worlds of Fun as my truck and the van emptied and kids went everywhere. We had three 12-year-olds, a 14-year-old and my soon-to-be 19 year-old daughter. My sister and brother-in-law even tagged along with their beagle "chili" dog in tow, too.
We quickly found several of about a dozen traps had connected. We caught two raccoons and a possum and were optimistic about our beaver chances (check the next blog for that story) as we set more beaver traps. The kids were excited to be outdoors on a nice day and it was a new experience for my sister and her husband.
The usual turkey day meal followed and we watched football like millions of other Americans. My company had to leave to go to other relatives that evening but as we said our farewells they were all reminding me to call and text them pictures of the next day's catch. They couldn't wait to see what was in store.
It's an odd tradition, but one the kids will remember forever.
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