My Dad (right) with his first bear. Friend Jim Stormer also scored on what looks to be a great animal.

The good news is my Dad got his first bear while hunting in Canada this week. I can’t wait to hear the story. I don’t have any details yet because technology is pretty limited there as you might imagine. I do know that it weighed about 250 pounds, which is pretty good for a bear from the great north.

As for me, I’m still playing around with my friend Mr. Turkey. I thought I had him figured out the other day and I positioned myself accordingly at first light. I made a few calls just to let him know I was there, but I kept it pretty low-key. Well, just like most of the rest of the season, he pulled the unexpected. Let’s just say he about took my hat off when he gobbled in my ear from behind! Yep, the old buzzard came in silent until he got to within about 20 yards, and then decided he should announce his presence to the hen awaiting his magnificence. After another gobble I tried to peek around the tree with my gun barrel, only to hear him sound off his alarm and scoot out of harm’s way.

I made an adjustment this morning, but it turns out the bird was roosted well away from my setup. Not having a lot of time before work I decided to call it quits for the morning. I have a new trick up my sleeve for the next hunt, although I doubt it will work! Thank God there are just a few days left in the season.

Back to my reading for school. I apologize in advance for what will likely be many quick and less detailed posts. I’ll do my best.