Drainage Draw or Arroyo

So I created a blog called Drainage Draw or Arroyo a while back and then lost interest in writing in it. I re-read some of it and most of it holds true and I feel as strongly about what I said then. That said, I have learned a lot since I originally wrote that blog and it seems that my enthusiasm then has grown into a deep love for the sport of turkey hunting.

I lost the password to the original blog and the e-mail I used to set up the account is long gone. I think it is appropriate to start a new blog anyway, since it has been so long since I wrote in the old one. The "wish me luck" post I made on Sept. 16 was appropriately the last post I made, because it was soon after that my life took a nasty left turn. It was about then that my marriage which had always been a haven for me turned into Dr. Moreau's island. My wife and I were able to pull it out by the skin of our teeth, but the experience left deep scars. I don't know if either of us will ever be able to relax and just let us be us again. Hopefully we have entered a stage of healing and we'll someday be better off for the work we've done. I know that things are much more peaceful now than before.

In other news: I was finally able to get my turkey last spring. It took me 6 years to do it. I took him in the [Top Secret Eyes Only] National Forest in an ahem...undisclosed location with my Browning BPS, carrying Remington Magnum 2 3/4 in. shells with #6 shot. It was a good shot at 30 yards, in spite of my excitement I was able to take an extremely deliberate shot. It was a clean kill and I thanked the Lord and the bird. I called the bird in with a H.S. Strut Field Champion box and a Quaker Boy gobble tube. It was definitely among the most powerful experiences in my life. In a later post I will tell the whole story in detail. If no one ever reads it fine, but I'd like to put it down for posterity at least.

I will be flying out and meeting my dad this spring. I'm looking forward to going back to the same place as last year. I didn't get to go to the last fall hunt due to my grandfather's death. Its been a long year and I'm really looking forward to getting out.