Buckman18
Senior Member
On Saturday, KillerKyle and I decided to venture to the back of beyond up in the old Lake Burton WMA and Trey Mtn Wilderness area. We made about an 8 mile round trip hike trying to locate an active gobbler, and stopping and calling in likely looking places along the way. And, as always, scoping out old buck sign for our next big buck...
Unfortunately, our efforts were only rewarded with a couple of hens. Zero gobblers heard, much to our surprise and dismay. But, we did find some promising buck sign, and will be returning come fall...
On the walk out, we heard the unmistakable rev of dirt bikes up in the wilderness, miles beyond the closed gate. As they got closer, Kyle and I quickly decided to give them the road, he moved to one side, and I to the other. About that time, here they come. Three of them. Tearing up the road and causing erosion in sensitive wild trout habitat.. I didn't mind too much until I saw they weren't local mtn folks like us. Instead, they were granola heads from parts unknown (mountain folks don't wear those goofy clothes). Anyway, when they saw us, they panicked, turned around quickly and raced out of there. One of the clowns even laid his bike over! Neither Kyle nor I ever said the first word. But, I did manage to snap a couple pics since they weren't local boys. I hope they stay out of our mountains from now on.
Unfortunately, our efforts were only rewarded with a couple of hens. Zero gobblers heard, much to our surprise and dismay. But, we did find some promising buck sign, and will be returning come fall...
On the walk out, we heard the unmistakable rev of dirt bikes up in the wilderness, miles beyond the closed gate. As they got closer, Kyle and I quickly decided to give them the road, he moved to one side, and I to the other. About that time, here they come. Three of them. Tearing up the road and causing erosion in sensitive wild trout habitat.. I didn't mind too much until I saw they weren't local mtn folks like us. Instead, they were granola heads from parts unknown (mountain folks don't wear those goofy clothes). Anyway, when they saw us, they panicked, turned around quickly and raced out of there. One of the clowns even laid his bike over! Neither Kyle nor I ever said the first word. But, I did manage to snap a couple pics since they weren't local boys. I hope they stay out of our mountains from now on.