Gray PicA few months ago I was manning a booth at a trade show, doing my best to act mature enough to justify my position. People shuffled by at a steady pace all day and I found myself conversing with a few of them from time to time. One man, in particular, stood out from the others in the crowd. He stopped by with no agenda and took a seat in one of the empty stools in the booth. He clearly wasn’t there to buy what I was selling so I didn’t even bother to try. ...continue reading

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NH Fish and GameSometimes I think I’d be a lot smarter if I wasn’t so dumb. You know what I mean? For example, just the other day I was out in the driveway riding my bike, which I had just taken out for the first time in 6 years, with my son Sam. He was riding his new “Dusty Bike” as we like to call it, because it’s painted like Dusty from the movie Planes. Lo and behold, I notice my neighbor slowing in her vehicle, simultaneously lowering her window as she was driving by the house.

“Nice Bike!” she says with a smile, obviously meant to hide the jealousy welling up deep within her. Though I was surprised with her level of excitement over my sweet bike, I failed to ponder the thought before opening my mouth and making a fool of myself. ...continue reading

Grilled Chuck

Sometimes it all just comes together when you least expect it. As hard as I’ve tried, I have not been able to reconnect with the Chuck from last week’s story. He has not shown his face since I sent that bullet flying over his head. I’ve mowed shooting lanes around his hole and have kept a constant eye in his direction, but he hasn’t been cooperative. I have a feeling that he’s moved away…

So, there I was sitting in my office minding my own business when an employee informed me that Chuck (a different Chuck) had been spotted underneath one of the storage trailers out back behind the shop. He’s been seen quite a few times actually, and he had a beautiful color phase, not unlike that of a blond colored black bear from often seen out west. The only difference is that he’s a woodchuck, not a bear. Anyway, it turns out that it had been a rather close encounter and it gave me hope that I might have a chance to close the deal later that afternoon. ...continue reading

WoodchuckThat’s it! I can’t take it anymore! I’ve been staring longingly into the woods because I have not had a chance to experience it firsthand for months. I haven’t even made it to the golf course yet! This is getting ridiculous. However, I was able to draw a bead on a springtime woodchuck last weekend after belly crawling around the pool and through my mother’s immaculately kept flower beds. I slipped the barrel of that Stevens .22 through a hole in the fence and waited for him offer me a clean shot as he basked in the evening sunlight. He was heavily guarded by thick blades of grass and was unaware of my presence. ...continue reading

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Brandon Reed Turkey

By Brandon Reed

Where to begin?  It’s going to be hard to put to words the excitement of the 2015 youth turkey weekend hunts for the ReedRanch but here goes.

I had spent the better part of the week prior to the opener of youth weekend doing as many do - getting out scouting for turkeys that we might try and hunt come opening morning. My goal was to find several birds in close proximity to each other to target right away. The reason being is I was fortunate enough to have two good friends, Bryan and Rob, offer to help me by taking out any of my kids. I was hoping to keep us all close so after the first hunt of the morning we could get together and share the stories and then brainstorm on our next move.

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