June 4, 2014

Rehabbing with Wild Turkey

Miserable over not being able to run yet, I did the next best thing: went turkey hunting. I thought my hamstring tendons would pay the price, but a funny thing happened in April, about 8 weeks after the  platelete-rich plasma injections deep into my glutes. My butt actually felt stronger after the first stealth-hike through the steep ponderosa pine canyons. And I didn’t get that deep throb in my calf from sciatic pain either.

When I returned from my first turkey outing in Wyoming and awkwardly fessed up to my PT (Brad Ott) that I’d gone hiking but felt better, he actually surprised me with a prescription of “more turkey hunting.” So I went on a wild-turkey binge in 4 states. Oh yeah.
My third Merriam's turkey of the spring in 3 states.

I feel Dilbert’s pain every time I open Facebook and read about my friends’ excursions.


WYOMING

Perfect turkey country, when you can find the turkeys ...

This thunderchicken sneaked up silently from behind me as I was scratching out yelps to another roosted tom before sunrise.
 
Unique white flecks in the middle feathers.

I captured this selfie with 2 lovesick strutters just under the trees.


 COLORADO

This longbeard came from the South Platte River bottom, an area with a limited number of permits. Unlike the mountains that host the Merriam's subspecies, this flatland riverbottom holds the Rio Grande subspecies, a bit heavier than their cousins. I called this 22-pounder in at 10 a.m.

In order to get away from other hunters, I crossed the South Platte to hunt. When I returned with the turkey on my back, I looked down to see the shadows of 20-pound carp darting near my feet as they spawned.

One of the most beautiful things in the spring woods: the body feathers of the wild tom turkey. A photo can't capture the full glory.


NEBRASKA

I like early April in Nebraska's Pine Ridge country because the birds gobble like crazy the day after a fresh snow.

Carrie's seventh turkey!

Here's Carrie right after she put the Indian on by crawling up to the edge of a streambottom and dropping this bird as he silently stalked my seductive yelps.

The country in northwest Nebraska is deceptively STEEP, especially when you're willing to go anywhere in pursuit of a gobbler that won't budge.



Grossly beautiful, the bull turkey turns his head red, white and blue during the spring mating season.

SOUTH DAKOTA (southern Black Hills)
Look for it: the turkey track is in the middle of the photo, while on each side of it are the vertical lines in the sand from the turkey dragging his wing tips as he strutted.

Shooting Stars, which emerge early in the spring in South Dakota. There are 14 species in North America.

My first wild morel mushroom. It's smaller than I thought, so I placed my ring next to it for scale.

Every rabid turkey hunter is familiar with this sight: between dark and dawn, when light leaks into the forest and the roosted turkeys start clearing their throats.
I captured this on the last evening in South Dakota, in the Black Hills, where the turkeys were very willing to gobble back at me but I couldn't quite close the deal on these elusive birds.

May 31, 2014

New "Course Record"

All of my kids are valedictorians--gotta be some kind of CR!

Recovering from the PRP injections and a pitiful winter without running have thwarted any meaningful blog posts for a few months -- but I do have a lot to be thankful for: my exceptional daughters, the pride and joy of my life.
                                             
First is Hannah, who for the second year in a row volunteered to staff the Ft. Collins Running Club’s Tortoise & Hare races. Through seven monthly races, Hannah steeled herself against average race-time temperatures of less than 10 degrees--and she isn’t even a runner!
Temperatures WAY below freezing greeted runners at almost every T&H race this year. At least they could work up some body heat; these volunteers had to just stand there the whole time. That's Hannah standing in back and RD Nick hunched over. Despite the cold, the series saw a record turnout of runners. Photo courtesy of http://irunmountains.blogspot.com/2014/03/week-ending-march-2.html




Although I didn’t get to run the T&H, I couldn’t resist ice fishing in North Park. Caught my limit in the Delaney Butte lakes and then moved over to Cowdrey Lake, where the rainbows were small but fat and eager.
You forget about the blowing cold at 8,000 feet when the fish start to bite.
                            
The highlight of the spring was my other daughter, Alisha, achieving the honor of Valedictorian in her graduation from Liberty Common High School. Liberty had the number one ACT scores in the state of Colorado and has the top standardized test scores among over a thousand schools in Colorado. And Alisha had the top GPA. After Hannah, Alisha is my second daughter to have attained Valedictorian -- so I’m calling it a “Course Record” because who else has gone 2 for 2 in Valedictorian children?? This will be the only course record I ever set, so I shall brag about it here. 

Principal Bob Schaffer presenting Alisha with the valedictorian medal. Liberty Common High School is a tuition-free, public, parent-run, charter high school chartered by Poudre School District. Photos by Trevon Stoltzfus for The Coloradoan.

A dream come true: Alisha giving her valedictorian speech on graduation day. My thanks go to Liberty for giving my daughter the best classical liberal-arts curriculum in the state.

Stunning.