Getting Kids Involved In The Great Outdoors

Tom LounsburyFriends of ELO, Youth Hunts

By:  Tom Lounsbury. One of my greatest pleasures in life as a parent was getting my three sons involved with the various pursuits in the great outdoors, and mentoring them, one on one through the process which is truly the joy of sharing, and of course “passing it on”. As a grandparent, I’m even further pleased seeing my sons doing the same in passing it on with their children. This is something we humans as hunter/gathers have been doing since the beginning of time, although in today’s high-tech society, this fact in reality can become … Read More

Taming The Beast

Tom LounsburyFriends of ELO

By:  Tom Lounsbury. Fire is no doubt a living creature of sorts which requires oxygen and fuel to survive. Primitive humans were able to ascend to the top of the food chain primarily due to being able to create and use fire in a constructive manner. There is no question they knew it could easily become a raging beast in its own near mystical might, whenever fire went out of control. Fire would ease humans out of the stone-age, through the various ages of metallurgy and even industry (steam and you name it) which remains … Read More

The Outdoors Is Certainly Beautiful

Tom LounsburyFriends of ELO, Spring Fling

By:  Tom Lounsbury “A great program for introducing women and girls to the outdoors!” For a long time, hunting especially was pretty much a “men only” pastime,  although there were certainly exceptions, women who ignored status quo and  went hunting. Annie Oakley is a prime example, who ventured into this  atmosphere at an early age when her father died, leaving her mother and large  family destitute. She would start hunting, first to feed her family, and then to  provide an income (market hunting was legal in her era). Annie would sell game to  a growing list of customers and because ammunition cost money, she learned to  make each shot count, causing her to become one of the most remarkable  shooters in history.  She would pay off the mortgage on her family farm when she  was only 15 years old and go on to become famous in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show.  Thanks to my late mother, I was introduced to hunting at the wee age of  three when I was her “pooch” for pheasant hunting. She was a crack shot with her  single-shot Iver Johnson 20 ga, having been taught to shoot by older brothers and  hunting for her family larder during the Great Depression. Mom learned to make  each shot count, because ammunition cost money, an attitude she passed on to  me when she taught me to shoot. She also could care less about any status quo  stuff about “men only” pastimes, and she passed that attitude on to me as well.  Needless to say, when Ron Sting of the DNR asked if I would help with a wild  turkey seminar/hunt for a Becoming an Outdoors-Woman (BOW) it was a  no-brainer for me to jump right in. BOW was first created in 1991 and is now  found in 44 states (including Michigan) and 9 Canadian Provinces. The recent BOW program took place at the Cass City DNR Field Office, starting with a wild turkey seminar there on Friday, May 12th, and a hunt with mentors on Saturday, May  13th. Ron Sting did an outstanding job arranging everything and the seminar  involved every aspect of turkey hunting, with knowledgeable speakers on each topic. This was followed by actual shooting at “turkey” targets.  Since I have a backyard shooting range and my home is only a couple miles  from the Cass City DNR Field Office, the shooting portion was performed there.  Some ladies had their own shotguns and some did not, and Ron Sting made sure  all were fitted out and comfortable with shooting and putting an accurate pattern  centered on the turkey target, entailing the all important head/neck shot.  One (13 year old) young lady was totally unaccustomed to firearms and very  nervous, and DNR Conservation Officer Seth Rhodea (who had earlier given a talk  on turkey hunting ethics and safety) spent some one-on-one time with the young  lady, off to the side and performing dry-firing exercises with an empty shotgun. As  a result, the young lady was soon confidently hammering targets with a 20 ga and  thoroughly enjoying it. In fact I could see all the ladies were enjoying it, and it was  a real pleasure watching them all take their turn at eagerly shooting away at their  targets, followed by examining the results of the shot, and the obvious confidence  this created. There was no doubt in my mind, if a turkey hunting opportunity  happened for any of these ladies, a gobbler was going down.   Ron Sting had put the BOW information out with a cap for 10 ladies to  participate, and in only two days he had an overwhelming response and it became  a first come, first serve situation, with 11 attending, and some from as far away as  Grand Rapids. Each woman had a mentor to take them turkey hunting and matters  would begin with breakfast at 4:30 AM on Saturday morning at the Cass City DNR  Field Office, immediately followed by hunters and their mentors heading out to  pre-selected areas, some on state land and some on private land.  I had two ladies riding with me in my Jeep; Debra Robinson of Macomb and  Pam Walton of Lapeer, and we were heading out to meet with Bob Walker of  Kingston. Bob had very generously agreed to lend a hand and had arranged a  perfect spot for the two ladies to hunt. Bob would mentor Pam and I would  mentor Debra and in no time we were all headed our separate ways into the  woods. Deb and I would be in a wooden ground blind literally constructed into a  hillside, which reminds me of a bunker with a shooting window. While Deb got  situated in the blind, I set out two hen decoys with one at 15 yards and the other  at 20 yards for a known range reference. I then quickly got back into the blind,  because the gray light of dawn was fast approaching. Deb was sitting to the left  and I to the right, and I told her to load her gun at he get go. She had purchased  it used and it was dandy vintage Winchester pump 20 ga with an adjustable Poly-Choke at the muzzle, which she had cranked to the  “full” position. We had learned the evening before that this shotgun was a great  performer with #6, 3 inch Magnum turkey loads, which Deb had a great time  shooting. I knew she and her gun were a perfect fit and she would do her part if I  could do mine.  To keep matters simple, I only had two turkey calls which were my “Ben  Lee” box call (which I purchased in the early 1980’s and is a collector’s item) and a  simple to use Quaker Boy “Easy Yelper” which only requires holding in one hand  and pushing a wooden rod. I wanted Deb to see things could get done without a  whole bag–full of gadgets and calls. My long recommendation to new turkey  hunters is to only start with one call and learn to use it well before moving on to  another call. I generally only take two calls out when I’m turkey hunting as it is,  and I prefer only friction types including the pan/slate calls. I’ve found the mouth  diaphragms don’t blend well at all with my chewing tobacco. After almost 50 years  of turkey hunting I’ve developed some instincts which are purely gut-feelings which come out of nowhere and I can’t quite put it into words. All I can say  is that when the woods lightened up and starting time was on I went to (hen) purring  mixed in with an occasional cadence of (hen) yelps on my box call. I’ve heard it said  that too much calling isn’t a good thing, but I’ve seen the occasion when you really  can’t talk too much turkey, and my gut feeling let me know this was an occasion to really  lay it on.  We got an immediate response from left to right of 3 gobblers, and in a  matter of seconds Deb and I knew the far right gobbler was incoming and closing  the gap. That is when a fourth gobbler cut loose directly behind us less than 10  yards away. I immediately stuck my hand out the window (which the gobbler  couldn’t see from behind us) and I let out a long drawn and very whining purr with  the Easy Yelper to give the gobbler the idea a hen directly downhill was real interested  in his advances. I was sitting with my back to the door when I felt the vibration a gobbler  can send out as it drums, and I knew the bird was standing right next to the door while  it looked over our blind’s roof at the hen decoys below. I whispered to Deb to  freeze and not to even blink, and then the gobbler suddenly appeared at point  blank range on Deb’s side of the window as it eased down the hill toward the  decoys. He was one of the largest gobblers I have ever called in, with a long and  thick beard. With its head up and moving around, this sharp-eyed bird had a 360 degree  … Read More

Confessions Of An Amateur Dog Trainer: A NOT So Tough Nut To Crack

Amy GauthierFriends of ELO

By:  Amy Gauthier Kids today would probably consider my childhood to be a part of the “electronic dark ages”. We didn’t have tablets or cell phones to keep us out of the adults’ hair AND out of trouble. Leave it to my grandparents, though, to find an analog way to achieve this delicate balance. They would gather hickory nuts from under the trees, place them over newspaper at their house, and give us grandkids hammers to have fun extracting the tender morsels.  I remember eagerly cracking open the shells, and the feeling of accomplishment when … Read More

Life And Times Of Michigan’s Wild Pheasant

Tom LounsburyFriends of ELO

Featured Pic (above): Dr. Kelly Straka is the new MDNR Wildlife Division Veterinarian and is proof positive ladies love to hunt wild pheasants too. Her favorite shotgun for wild Thumb roosters this past December is a semi-automatic 12 ga. The MDNR places a strong focus on pheasant (and small game) hunting in Michigan. By: Tom Lounsbury. The pheasant’s history in Michigan is relatively short when you figure overall events in century form. I’m always amazed by the amount of folks today who believe the pheasant is an indigenous (native) wild bird species to North America. The … Read More

Roosters And A Good Cup Of Coffee (w/Video)

Tom LounsburyFriends of ELO

Forty some years ago I remember waiting at the front window for my Dad to pull into the driveway, for I knew we were going pheasant hunting until dark.  As soon as the ’68 Tempest drove in I could see my Dad making eye contact with me.   He knew I had all my chores done and all that was left was getting ‘Dusty’, our setter, into the trunk of the car.  With a slip knot leaving a small vent, we’d take off.  As usual, I’d watch my Dad move the column shifter around as we … Read More

Michigan Pheasant Phacts

Tom LounsburyFriends of ELO

Opening morning last year dawned into a beautiful sunrise and as my group of hunters and dogs spread out in the tall prairie grass, shotguns began popping away in some distant fields, flooding me with some very fond memories. Pheasant season in the Thumb had finally arrived, and it is a very special timeframe for me. I can remember October 20th as being a date when all the local schools in the Thumb closed, because the vast majority of residents as well as countless visiting hunters would be out for the pheasant hunting opener that … Read More