RolandDeschain
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- Jan 31, 2011
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Out and about with Gramps again this week…
Got him on some nice Percy Priest crappie today. I see a fish fry in his future. :wink:
Yesterday it was back to the Musky hole in the Gulf again. Here is Gramps getting his bearings - the difference between an outdoorsman and and a hiker is that a hiker follows the trail, while an outdoorsman uses the trail to follow the terrain.
Ready to head out. For woods carry Gramps is always packing his 44 stainless Bulldog, while I always pack my Glock 32. (you will see why later)
And we are off - my pack is my 25 year old Camp Trails freighter that has seen many a trip.
Back on the Caney again - water still high so Musky uncooperative..
The Caney splits in 3 branches as it flows through Queen Island and joins again here - one of the prettiest spots on the river..
This is Big Spring. It comes boiling out of the base of a 300 hundred foot bluff and becomes a creek in its own right as it flows into the Caney a few hundred yards away.
This is the Hemlock grove at the Big Spring backcountry campsite, located on the point where the Big Spring meets the Caney.
Bear scat at the campsite - we figured the gray fur was either from an opossum or an old hippy hiker that hates guns..
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And driving on the way out in the evening, we jumped a herd of FORTY PLUS wild boar. All solid colored, either jet black or roan, full Russians - tusks, long shaggy hair, hump, etc.. Couldn;t get close enough for a pic, but here is where they were rooting.
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Got him on some nice Percy Priest crappie today. I see a fish fry in his future. :wink:
Yesterday it was back to the Musky hole in the Gulf again. Here is Gramps getting his bearings - the difference between an outdoorsman and and a hiker is that a hiker follows the trail, while an outdoorsman uses the trail to follow the terrain.
Ready to head out. For woods carry Gramps is always packing his 44 stainless Bulldog, while I always pack my Glock 32. (you will see why later)
And we are off - my pack is my 25 year old Camp Trails freighter that has seen many a trip.
Back on the Caney again - water still high so Musky uncooperative..
The Caney splits in 3 branches as it flows through Queen Island and joins again here - one of the prettiest spots on the river..
This is Big Spring. It comes boiling out of the base of a 300 hundred foot bluff and becomes a creek in its own right as it flows into the Caney a few hundred yards away.
This is the Hemlock grove at the Big Spring backcountry campsite, located on the point where the Big Spring meets the Caney.
Bear scat at the campsite - we figured the gray fur was either from an opossum or an old hippy hiker that hates guns..
And driving on the way out in the evening, we jumped a herd of FORTY PLUS wild boar. All solid colored, either jet black or roan, full Russians - tusks, long shaggy hair, hump, etc.. Couldn;t get close enough for a pic, but here is where they were rooting.
