Showing posts with label Turkeys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Turkeys. Show all posts

Monday, May 6, 2013

Day Three

The rooster crows at 4:35; I get up and step outside.  The wind is blowing and the clouds are rolling in. It would probably be a good idea to go back to bed. But, I'm already awake and it is supposed to rain over the next few days. I don't hunt in the rain anymore. I head out in the darkness, still not real enthused. I park in a favorite spot and listen for a little while. The Whip-poor-wills are not enthused on this morning, either. They sound a little slow. I head up the hill and down a logging road. I find a tree big enough to sit against and clear out a few limbs and briers.
Wood Thrushes, Hooded Warblers and towhees dominate the early morning chorus. The turkeys are silent and so am I. I sit; not making a sound for over an hour. At 6:55, I yelped twice on the slate call. Silence; except for the songbirds. I sit for another fifteen minutes. My left leg is asleep, it is getting windier and I'm ready to go. I stand up and try to get the feeling back in my leg. One gobbles about 70 yards away.

I sit back down, dig out my head-net and gloves. Silence. I yelp once more and he gobbles again. He is closer than before. I put a mouth call in my jaw and wait. Nothing; I call once more, he gobbles and is coming down the road from the same direction that I walked in. Another gobbler is coming behind him. I get shifted around in the direction, punch off the safety and wait. I see movement to my right, in the direction I was originally facing. One head, then two and now five adult gobblers in full strut at twenty yards or less. They are staring directly at me. But, I'm still facing up the logging road where the other two are coming. I know I can't move. I'm stuck. The lead gobbler on the road stops behind a fallen tree top. He is in range, but not in the clear. He is frozen; looking for me. I can still see the other five out of the corner of my eye and they are getting real nervous. A couple are starting to walk in circles, everything is going to be over quickly; if I don't do something.

The gobbler in the road begins to turn and walk away; still obscured by the tree-top. I gamble and cutt loudly. He gobbles and steps out from behind the tree. Game over and the sky is full of flying gobblers. It was a pleasant walk back to the truck on this morning 5/6/2013. Just think, I could have went back to bed and not felt a bit guilty about it.

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Friday, May 3, 2013

Day Two

May 3, 2013: A few more Whip-poor-wills have showed up and are signing with more vigor this morning. Still no owls to be heard. Sunrise nears and two gobblers sound off; one at 10 and one at 2. I've picked the perfect spot in the dark. Both are within 80 yards and 4 roads meet right in front of me.

I wait for fly-down time. I hear wing beats from the 10 o'clock gobbler and make a single, short fly-down cackle. I hear the other gobbler pitch down. He double gobbles when he hits the ground. The other answers. Perfect, I make a series of yelps and wait. Another double gobble and the bird is closer. I turn slightly and get the old 870 pointed to the intersection. Both birds are now gobbling and moving closer. I think, as I did on Wednesday that this is going to be quick. Suddenly it is silent. More silence follows, a single gobble from the knob across the hollow. Then another single gobble on the same knob, about 200 yards from the first. Something boogered them up again. Living in coyote city must be hard on everything. I sit for a half hour and hear nothing from the turkeys. Oh well, on the bright side; it sounds as if all of the Hooded Warblers arrived last night. Maybe tomorrow.

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Sunday, April 15, 2012

A SPRING THING


A SPRING THING
The stars are bright, the air is cold. You stand on a ridge; awaiting daylight. There is silence on the mountain; your mind wanders. Is this frost, or just real cold dew? Stillness, a shiver; a shooting star lights up the sky. In the distance, a barred owl breaks the quiet; who cooks for you, who cooks for you-all. Another one answers from the hollow below. The woods begin to awaken; songbirds tweet and twitter all around. Thinking you heard a distant gobble; you turn to the west, nothing. Geese arise from a distant pond, honking noisily. You think that this racket should make a turkey gobble; as the geese fly over. Silence from the turkeys.
The first flock of crows sounds off and there it is, a gobble; from the hollow below. How far is he? You wait. He gobbles twice more and you now have his roost site pinpointed. You head down the ridgeline, as quickly and quietly as possible. He hasn’t gobbled in a while; you stop and wait. What seems like an eternity in reality is about 5 minutes and he sounds off once more. You think that he is about three hundred yards further down, roosted in a little cove. You find your favorite diaphragm call and place it in your mouth; to loosen it up. The head net and gloves are next; as you travel on.
The woods are getting lighter by the minute and you have closed the distance by half, all is good. Then it happens; deer, those dreaded deer. Four explode from a spicebush thicket; blowing and snorting. They head right through the little cove that the gobbler has roosted in. Dejected, you trudge on and set up on a little flat above the cove. Silence and more silence. You make a few soft tree calls; nothing. The sun has risen, you wait. One minute seems like an hour. Then, you think that you may have just heard a turkey fly down from its roost. You think; but you’re not sure. You make a short fly-down cackle and wait. Nothing. You patiently sit and whatever you are sitting on; seems to be getting bigger and more uncomfortable by the minute. A shrew is determined to go up your leg. You grow impatient and try a series of yelps. Wait ten minutes and do it again. Eight o’clock nears; the gobbler has not announced his presence.
Your legs are asleep and your butt is numb. You think; one more try and I’ll go. You do a loud series of cuts and a gobbler sounds off from the next ridge over. He gobbles again and is headed down the ridge. You need to go down the hollow and get in front of him. Hastily, just gather up all of your junk. You stand and take three steps and there he is the one you’ve been waiting for all morning. He has just ventured out of his little cove and come up on the flat. He takes one step and sails down the mountain. Gone.
What happened; you may ask. Nothing, this is a normal scenario played out morning after morning in the spring turkey woods. You need to remember that the turkeys are just being turkeys; they go about their normal routines and are in no hurry to do so. They sure aren’t bothered by deer. We are the impatient humans. Be patient and be successful.

This article first appeared in Two-Lane Livin

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Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Last Day of Spring Gobbler Season


Last Day of the Season


The alarm clock sounded at 2:45. The plan was to leave an hour early and get back into the head of a particular hollow in the black dark. Hopefully this tactic wouldn’t spook some turkeys which had been roosted along an access road. The only way in. At 4:50 I awoke. Way too late. I think I may just pass on the mornings hunt. No, maybe I’ll go over to another place. No, I don’t want to deal with the owl hooters and four-wheelers, Maybe I’ll go over on the hill. Hate hunting there. Talking to myself, running options through my head.

In the truck ay 5:05 headed to the original destination; I know that I’ll get there too late. It is a mile or more into the head of the hollow; where I want to be. I hurry up the road and reach the top of the first hill, it is 5:32 and one is gobbling already. I hurry on towards the next ridge. I can hear two other gobblers in the distance, as I close in on the nearest bird. At 5:55 I settle in above the gobbler. It now sounds as if there are two there. Silence, more silence, I yelp softly. They double gobble and are all ready on the ground and headed my way. I yelp a few more times. Silence.

I look down the ridge and here they come; three big gobblers. For some reason, I was expecting jakes. They are closing in fast and I’m in a super uncomfortable spot. Safety off, gun pointed in the right direction, one arm wrapped around a sapling, this spot really sucks. No time to change. Yelp, gobble, boom. It is over; the other two gobblers attack the downed bird. They jump in the air and come down upon their fallen comrade, spurs digging in in fury. One struts around the deceased, the other picks up the dead gobblers head and slams it on a rock. I stand up and everything is once again quiet. I look at my watch, it is 6:26. Two gobblers are gobbling in the distance as I walk back to the truck. A nice way to end the 2011 spring gobbler season. There are good days and bad days; but you will never experience the good ones, if you don’t go.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

May 10, 2011- A Fine Spring Morning

The alarm clock sounded again at 3:45am. A quick look outside showed cloudy skies. The temperature was 45. I headed to the mountain. A whip-poor-will was calling in the middle of the road. It flew, as I was digging for the camera. I parked a little farther up the road; at what used to be one of my favorite turkey hunting spots.

I hear a second whip-poor-will in the distance; as I climb the hill. I wonder if there are still any turkeys here. Daylight comes and one gobbles down the ridge. I move about 200 yards closer and stop to listen. Whoosh, then a scream. A Red-tailed Hawk nearly takes my hat off. I look up and another is headed my way. To my left, I see their nest. The gobbler sounds off again. I move away from the hawks nest and try to find a place to set up. The tangle of green-brier make that difficult. I call, he answers and flies down. He moves up the ridge and I circle to the head of the hollow and set up. I call one time and here he comes; on a dead run. One problem, he went by me so fast that I couldn't shoot and he is now straight behind me, about 15 yards away. I can't see him through the briers. He gobbles and struts. Every-time he gobbles, I can feel it.

He clucks several times; trying to find the hen. I have to do something. I carefully slide around the tree. Still can't see him. He gobbles and gobbles. Then he clucks for a location. I cluck back. This goes on and on. We can not see each other, so close; but seemingly so far away. I slowly and carefully stand up. Gun ready and he gobbles again. I still can't see him. Twenty minutes later, arms aching. Same deal. Gobble, gobble, cluck, cluck back on and on; we just plain and simply can't see each other. Two hens come in and I can hear them walking up over the hill. Silence, a black and white warbler lands on my shotgun. It goes down the barrel; searching the joints of the ventilated rib. It makes it down to my hand and sits there for a little while. Black-throated green warblers are active all around, several gorgeous hooded warblers join in. I see movement from the hilltop. A hen walks by me in perfect view; apparently headed for her nest site.

The gobbler sounds off once more in the distance.  I move to where I think he was and settle in. Something on the ground about 20 yards away catches my attention. It looks like the leaves are slowly coming toward me. It is a woodcock, feeding along; probing for worms. The turkey gobbles; he is on top of a high-wall. I call, he gobbles on and on for about twenty minutes. I can't go up; he will not come down. We call it a draw. The woodcock passes by at about three feet; probing away and very content. So was I. It is now 8:30; the gobbler quit gobbling and we will take up where we left off: Tomorrow.  I bet that I will not sit down anywhere near a brier patch.

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

A Glimmer Of Hope

There may still be a glimmer of hope; left for those real turkey hunters who once enjoyed the winter turkey season.  Yeah, that pleasurable time from long ago that many looked forward to; that was abruptly taken away from us by those of the WVDNR.  Why this was done; I haven't a clue.  I guess nobody was generating any revenue from the season.  Maybe because it was a season of walking in the snow covered wonderland.  I don't know.  I do know that the "hunters" of today are afraid or unable to walk anywhere.  I remember no opposition to the elimination of the winter season.

I learned about turkeys by hunting in the snow.  The winter turkey season was once my favorite time and no matter where I was living, you could bet that I would return to the WV mountains for a week of Decembers' finest and coldest turkey hunting.  I never, ever in my lifetime came to WV to deer hunt.  The winter turkey season had the perfect excuse built right in; always near Christmas.  It was always a great time to show others the wonders of the winter highlands.  Many would leave the state impressed.  But alas, it was taken away.  I just saw that the WVDNR is proposing a turkey season for the first week of January.  I sure hope that it passes and I can't wait to once again go turkey hunting; the way that it was meant to be.  Now, I am only hoping that the beech crop will be noticeable in the highlands once more.  Maybe, just maybe some new people will get some gumption and possibly go out and learn something about turkeys.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Boykin Spaniel Turkey Dog Training

TRAINING THE BOYKIN AS A TURKEY DOG



By J. Carson Quarles



Turkey hunting, both in the fall and spring, is a disease and one which I have been afflicted by for over 50 years. I first caught the disease with fall hunting. Most states that allow fall hunting permit harvesting either gobblers or hens. In spring hunting, only the gobbler is fair and legal game.



Fall hunting is permitted in 43 states. Ironically, five of the states that prohibit fall hunting have very high wild turkey populations. Some turkey biologists say that the average life of a wild turkey is about two and one half years. Predators keep the average life of the turkey to this level. To me, it seems rather silly not to allow fall hunting since predators are so lethal.





Hunting turkeys in the fall, I think, is more challenging than hunting the gobbler in the spring. Some hunters will no doubt disagree but in the fall the turkeys are more alert, cautious and leery of any strange sight, movement or noises. The turkey’s eyesight and hearing is beyond anything imaginable. Any noise or movement by a hunter means the turkey is gone, period.



The objective of fall hunting is to harvest a turkey, any way you can, be it flying, running or standing still. Hunting without a dog, that means you have to out maneuver (ambush) turkeys for a shot. It is very, very difficult to sneak close to turkeys for a shot. The most common way is to somehow scatter the flock and then spend hours some time trying to call one back. Wild turkeys like to stay flocked together so some time during the day after being separated they will want to get back together.



Flushing or “busting up a gang” can be done by shooting in the air when close enough to them or running towards the flock and screaming at them. After the flush, the next task is to build a ground blind with tree laps, logs, etc. and then settle in from one to four or five hours and try to call a bird back and harvest it. The hunter will use the “lost” call of a turkey.



Flushing and scattering the gang is the key to possible success of the hunt. This is where the turkey dog comes in to play. The purpose of using a dog to turkey hunt is two fold: first, find the turkeys by sight or trailing by nose and scatter the gang; second, catch a crippled bird if that should happen.



In the USA, 29 states permit fall turkey hunting with dogs. My state, Virginia, has permitted the use of dogs for years.



There are various breeds and cross breeds of turkey dogs. Standard breeds such Setters, pointers, and springers are used. One popular cross breed was developed by John Byrne, a friend of mine who lives in an adjoining county in Virginia. Over a number of years John cross bred a setter, pointer and a plot hound. The pointer and setter for the nose and the hound for barking. These are good turkey dogs; I have hunted with a friend over his dogs.



Another cross bred is breeding a Boykin with another bird dog. I understand these make good turkey dogs but it does nothing to preserve the breed and integrity of the Boykin. I do not approve of this cross breeding.



Now to the Boykin Spaniel as a turkey dog. Actually, while the Boykin is not the most popular turkey dog due to its lack of awareness by turkey hunters, the Boykin Spaniel was bred and developed for turkey hunting and retrieving. According to an article in the 1992 September-October issue of Turkey Call, the Boykin spaniel is a cross of a Cocker spaniel, Water spaniel, Chesapeake Bay retriever and Springer spaniel and was developed in the early 1900’s.



Brandy (Brandywine of Edisto) was my first Boykin ppaniel turkey dog.



For 11 years, she was recognized as one of the best turkey dogs in the State of Virginia. When she was 14 I had to put her down; a day that I will never forget.



Wife Norma and I now have litter mates, Missy and Mandy who are 3-year-old Boykin Spaniel turkey dogs. They are good turkey dogs and we have had good luck harvesting turkeys with them.



Training a Boykin Spaniel for turkey hunting must start as a puppy. It is hard to train a turkey dog after it is ten months or a year old. I tried this with a couple year old pointers many years ago. After three years of training, I had reasonable success. They were just too set in their ways to train.



The first question is to decide or determine if the Boykin is going to be an inside or outside dog. I used to be of the old school and believe that you could not have an inside dog as a hunting dog. This is totally erroneous; my first Boykin Brandy proved that theory wrong. She was a champion turkey dog and at the same time owned the house, including sleeping on the bed with her mom and dad.



After it has been decided to have an inside Boykin turkey dog, you can then begin fundamental training. My opinion is that a puppy that is born in either November or December affords the opportune time table to have the Boykin ready for the fall season to start. It will be about ten months old for its first turkey hunting season.



Training should begin when about 10 to 12 weeks old. Inside training for blind behavior can begin as a puppy. It must be remember that flushing turkeys is only part of a turkey dogs required expertise. Equally important is blind training. They must be trained to lay still and be perfectly quiet in a turkey blind for hours.



Blind training can be started by sitting on the floor somewhere in your house and having the puppy lay quietly and under control for extended periods of time. Inside, you can teach them the basic commands of sit, lay, stay and what the word “no” means. If you do the proper job of binding with your Boykin, these elements of training become easy.



At ten weeks, the puppy is ready to do some outside training. The key tool for training is a wild turkey wing. Saving wings and putting them in the freezer for training later is a planning must.



The first exposure to the turkey wing is simple—tie a wing to about 10 feet of small rope and let the puppy chase it while you pull it away from it. Letting him/her catch it and chew on the wing gives the puppy the smell and taste of a wild turkey. You can also put the puppy somewhere in the house and drag the turkey wing out of its sight and let it trail the ground scent. This will start the puppy learning to trail the scent of a turkey.



It is imperative to get the young Boykin in the woods as quick as possible. Let them range and explore the woods as a puppy. While out in the woods, periodically sit down with the young dog and do some yelping on a caller to acquaint it with the sound of a turkey. I also use the turkey caller to call my dog back to me when I think it has been gone too long in the woods.



It is imperative that you get the Boykin into turkeys at an early age—within six to nine months. While hunting season is closed, put some feed (corn or oats) in an area that will attract turkeys. Watch the use of the area by the turkeys and then arrange to walk the young Boykin into the turkeys and let it flush the birds.



Hopefully, it will bark on the flush; some dogs will and others will not.



Brandy was a real barker and would burn their butts. Missy and Mandy will sometimes. If the Boykin does not bark as a rule, you have to watch for flying turkeys on the flush.



When turkey dogs get out of sight and flush turkeys, never move from the spot that you were when the Boykin left. They will return to the spot they left you. Not waiting on them can confuse them; they may not find you when they come back. They will usually circle back behind you, get your scent and come to your rear. This is very important when hunting turkey dogs in high wind.



If you have done most of what I have outlined, I think the young Boykin is now ready to actually hunt. If the Boykin is now about ten months or a year old, it is prime time to begin to help you harvest fall turkeys. Down a bird any way you can at this stage of its training—flying or running on the ground. On its first kill experience, let the Boykin tear into a down bird. Let it pull feathers, bark at it, lick blood and in general really rough it up. This instills the kill instinct in the Boykin and makes it want to hunt turkeys for its master.



The Boykin as a turkey dog is a natural. It possesses great traits that are needed for turkey hunting. The Boykin is fast, has a great nose, is highly intellegent, ranges far enough but not too far and is easy to train. Its small statue and dark color is a major blind advantage.



Finally, a couple of do’s and don’ts. Do not scold a Boykin excessively. If you have bound with them, simple no’s to them will correct them. Never, never, never, never whip a Boykin or use a shock collar. Boykins are very temperamental and you can break their hunting spirits if mistreated. Give them praise, love and hugs. For this, they will do anything to please their master.

This article was written for the Boykin Spaniel Society Newsletter and was used with permission from the author, J. Carson Quarles of Roanoke, VA.  (C) J.Carson Quarles

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Mast Report

Chestnut Oak
Wildlife in the High Virginia's had a tough go last winter. They had almost no help from our mast producers. this was topped off with heavy, lingering snow, with an underlayer of ice.  This made it real hard for critters to survive. My personal observations have been that the turkeys, while having a tough time in the highlands, fared better than the deer. There is good news for those who survived. Food will be available for consumption during the fall and winter season.

White Oak and Chestnut Oak acorns are plentiful, Red Oak supplies are good at most locations. Scarlet Oak is spotty and I haven't found alot of Beech. Wild Black Cherry and Grapes seem to be plentiful and there are alot of Apples at several locations. Hickory dosen't appear adbundant, but most trees have nuts.

There are alot of people who's wildlife food concerns are based on the price of corn. A plentiful mast crop will make for alot of people sitting around, staring at mouldy corn-piles. Too many, have never learned to hunt natural food supplies. It is my hope that those who belong to the WV Master-Baiters Society, will have a long and boring season.
Wild Grapes
Sadly, in the area of northwestern Randolph County where I live and used to hunt; about the only oak trees left, are in people's yards and along the roadsides. The ditches are full of acorns, this will allow the groundhogs to fatten up, so that the clear-cut dwelling coyotes will have something good to eat.

Looking ahead; as I am sitting on my deer stand in the high mountains on opening day, I hope to hear little shooting from the corn-pile bottoms and once again, actually see deer in the woods.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Anticipation

The October sun melts a touch of frost. Water drips from the asters and goldenrods. Geese honk overhead, heading to a distant cornfield. A squirrel runs amongst the limbs of a tall hickory, searching for a meal. There is a crispness in the morning air. The hillsides are covered with hues of red, orange and gold. That smell is in the air. The smell of autumn.

I can remember the smell from decades past. The aroma of a new box of shotgun shells, Hoppes No. 9 and 3 in 1 oil. The shells had to be Peter’s True Blues, 2 ¾ inch number 5 shot, they probably just smelled better. I would carefully load them into my hunting jacket, always more than were actually needed. A black plastic trash bag was always placed into the game pouch. Yes, we actually sat on the ground. Even when it was wet. Carry along chairs and seat cushions hadn’t been invented.

Saturday has arrived, I am sitting under a huge beech tree in the morning darkness. Nodding off, fighting the effects of a restless, nearly sleepless night I await the mornings light. The shooting starts in the east as sunrise approaches. I can hear a rustling in the leaves behind me. Shortly thereafter, my first bushy tail on the season is placed in my game pouch. Squirrel season has officially opened.

Shotgun fire was heard in the hills around town during the entire month of October. The hills are silent now. The hickory and beech patches we were drawn to in youth are long gone. They have been replaced by impenetrable blackberry thickets. The memories of days spent stalking squirrels will always remain.

October has many things to offer the outdoors person. It is the perfect time for mountain biking, camping and hiking. Hunting seasons are opening and fish are gearing up for a final feeding frenzy, prior to cold water conditions. I caught my two largest smallmouths of 2007 on October 30th. The WVDNR will be stocking selected streams and ponds with trout between Oct. 12 and the 22nd. They usually put in a good number of larger brood trout at this time. They make perfect fillets for the grill. Bass and musky are on the feed at this time. The normally low water conditions make finding fish concentrations a little easier.

Squirrel season opens on October 9. Archery season for bear and deer comes in on the 16th, along with ruffed grouse and raccoon hunting season. Trappers should be finished with preseason preparations and awaiting opening day. The traditional fall turkey hunting counties will be open from Oct. 23 through Nov. 20. Other counties have different season lengths, be sure to check the current WVDNR Regulations Summary or go to http://www.wvdnr.gov/.

Most importantly, a squirrel season will be held for youths no older than fourteen, on October 2nd. Take someone out and start creating new lifetime memories. Get outside and enjoy the early fall days. Don’t get stuck in the I’M A GONNA rut. I’M A GONNAS never happen. Autumn is truly a season of anticipation.

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Think

The precious moments that we have to spend in our outdoor pursuits could be more productive, if we would devote a little more time to thinking about what we are trying to accomplish. Son House, the legendary singer of the Delta blues, said in an interview,” the world would be a better place if we would all think twice; before speaking once.” This statement could be applied to many other aspects of life. Take a little time and think about what you are doing, instead of using the exact same methods time after time.

The popular bridge hole is always a high priority fishing destination. Try this: find the nearest aquarium, scrape your fingernail very gently down the glass, watch the fish move to the other side. Now, think about what is happening underwater, each time a vehicle passes overhead. Those bridge fish spend all of their time spooking or preparing to spook. A more productive use of your time would be fishing downstream or upstream of the bridge; where every passer-by stops for a few casts.

We all know how our vision is enhanced, when hunting from an elevated deer stand. Think about it the next time you drive down the road and park for your next deer hunt. Imagine the deer bedded down ¾ of the way up the brushy hillside. They are bedded there for a reason. The experienced ones have already scooted off the backside of the hill, before you ever got your truck door shut. You sit on the fields’ edge until dark and see only a button buck and his sister. There is a lot of deer sign in and around the field, so you return to the area several times during the season. You always approach the area the same way and have the same results on every trip. I wonder why?

One thing that I am positive of is that old gobbler that you’ve been “scouting” for six weeks before the season opener, had you figured out long before you thought you had old long beard figured out. It continues to amaze me that turkey hunters do not believe that headlights, four-wheelers and slamming doors do not spook anything. My main rule of successful turkey hunting is to never drive anywhere that you can walk. You will hear and see more walking the gas well and log roads, than you will riding around, drinking coffee and listening to the radio. Never call to turkeys in the pre-season, doing so just diminishes your or someone else’s chances of harvesting that particular bird, when season opens.

We are now nearing the time of the wonderful Allium tricoccum. I really do not like to gather ramps in places where they are not extremely abundant. I prefer to walk away from the road for twenty minutes and stop at a couple of places and dig all that I need. I find this a lot more enjoyable than trying to find enough for my needs, within sight of the road. They are getting pretty scarce in easy to reach locations.

All that we need to do, to be more successful and enjoy life a little more, is Think.
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