Monday, May 15, 2006

Morel Hunting/Surprise


Morel Hunting
Originally uploaded by Xena~.
Actually I only hoped to run across some morels while walking in the rainy woods yesterday. For some reason I didn't take Morris my dog with me on this excursion and it felt creepy to be in the woods by myself.
At one point I sat on a downed tree and listened to a turkey gobble and talk quite loudly and quite close. I sat still for a long time then decided to move on.

I walked around the bend and headed for the creek that joins to our land and I noticed a smattering of pressed grass with feathers scattered about.

No doubt a turkey had been killed here. So I followed the pressed grass and came across the shredded remains of a rather large turkey. Curious as to what I was seeing I stooped down to look and jerked upright pulling that little .22 pistol and taking the safety off.

I was looking at the 'head' of a rather large gobbler,...his head was the size of my boot! Why did I feel fear all of a sudden? Why did I feel so creeped out? The grass sparkled with 'fresh' blood and the gobblers eyes had not glazed over yet.

I'd run into a very very fresh kill. I decided to make a beeline for our mules' pasture after snapping photos of a rather large dog print in the mud of the creek bottom. It was no coyote.
I felt a small comfort in the fact that my husband had purchased a semi-auto pistol for me and wondered where the 'big' dog was? This was not the first I'd seen his/her tracks.

But on the other hand, I did get some incredible shots and saw wildflowers I'd never seen before.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Did you ever figure out what the tracks are from? Be careful out there by yourself, Val!