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, April 25, 2012
NICE DAY FOR A 9-YEAR-OLD
Garrett Athon, 9, and his Dad, Craig, hit the turkey woods early with high hopes of bagging Garrett's first turkey. He was excited, albeit admittedly a little sleepy, at the prospect as they crawled into their "tent" as Garrett described their pop-up blind. Birds gobbled and both father and son were optimistic.
As it got light a jake came into near-shotgun range but wouldn't hold still long enough for Garrett to get a clean shot. They patiently waited and another came streaking past and towards the decoys offering a nice shot for a beginning turkey hunter. Garrett described what happened after the shot..."That thing was flopping all over the place!"
With his first turkey under his belt and still plenty of a beautiful day left they loaded up into Craig's Ranger boat and headed to the reservoir. Craig had done well with a few limits of walleye in recent weeks and hoped to get into some more good fishing.
It wasn't long and Garrett's rod bent double and initially his Dad thought he was snagged. But when the drag started screaming it was apparent there was a big fish digging for the deep. After a 20 minute battle Garrett finally had a giant flathead flopping beside the boat when Craig scooped it up with the net. Garrett left little doubt as to it's size and his Dad said anglers, campers and even people on the highway could likely hear the audibly loud, animated description of what he'd just caught. Rightfully so, as the big flathead later tipped the scales at 27 pounds.
Both father and son will remember that day forever. And there's a good chance many more memories just like it will be made in the future.
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