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The Hunt 01/08/2020

For the second year now my father and I have been joined by my father-in-law and his good friend, Carlos, for a two day hunt at the Davey Crockett Club in West Tennessee. Earmarked by some high winds aloft we selected the 8th and 9th as the days for optimal flying weather, but would soon find that mother nature had other plans. Upon arrival (the afternoon of the 7th) we unloaded the gear from the Robinson and then coordinated a short relocation flight to a hanger at a regional airport in case of hail or high ground winds.

The first day of hunting was good as we all limited out and were out of the blind by 3:00pm. Per tradition, however, we took a break from the hunting around 9:00am for my father to cook his famous sausage, egg, and cheese on a muffin using the Coleman stove in the blind.

It’s a heart wise process of frying the egg in sausage grease and toasting the muffin using parkay. It is always a good laugh when he hands it to you and the sausage looks like a burger.

The 9th was not as good, but we managed to scrape out a couple limits between the four of us through the rain and wind. We were not yet aware that this was the preview to the storms in the West headed our way.

As Carlos often says though, “It really is not all about how many ducks you kill; just look around at this place! This is awesome!”. Sometimes we get so focussed on limiting out that we forget that just being outdoors and experiencing everything is really what conservation through hunting is all about on the hunt-side of the coin.

My feet hit the floor early on the 10th because the big weather was on our heals. Carlos and I were Oscar Mike by 05:30 since Richard (Father-in-law) would have to wait out the storm to fly, and we had to get back for various reasons. So, we brewed up some coffee and hit the road. About 30 mins out we get a call from the guys reporting 50-60 mph winds and power out at the hunt camp. Checking the radar confirms we had a serious storm on our heals. It wasn’t until we got home that we read how bad the system was throughout the South, with 11 deaths blamed on the storm. All was well at the camp once power was restored, and Richard got an extended vacation for two days.

All in all is was an awesome trip and we got plenty of gumbo making materials from the skies, had a great time picking on each other, and will do it again next year.

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