Welcome to My Outdoor Tales. Here at My Outdoor Tales you will be able to read about some of my outdoor experiences. I will also provide Hunting, Fishing, Camping Experiences And Other Related Hints And Tips that I hope you will find entertaining and interesting to read and use. I hope that you enjoy reading the articles at My Outdoor Tales.

My First Gun

I'll never forget the day that I got my first gun. This happened many, many years ago as I was only 4 years old, (59 years ago).

This took place on our farm in Ong, Nebraska. The farm house, barn and other associated outbuildings are long gone now, but not the memories. Our farm was about 2 miles north of Ong on Road 4 and east on the south side of Highway NE-74 about 1/2 mile.

Our farm had a low area on the south side of Highway NE-74 as did our neighbor across the road on the north side of Highway NE-74. This created an ideal wetland area for ducks and other aquatic birds. Making it an ideal area to hunt waterfowl. It was a great hunting area. During hunting season we always had plenty of ducks, geese and other waterfowl to eat without having to leave home.

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My First Hunt

The morning was crisp and clear. It wasn't too cold. It was opening day of waterfowl hunting season. Dad and I were in the low area of our farm on the south side of Highway NE-74 north of Ong, Nebraska about 30 minutes before the hunting hour.

The low lying area was kinda' like a marshy wetland or a lagoon. It covered maybe only about 8-10 acres. The area wasn't that deep. The deepest part was what is called the "bar ditch", the ditch alongside the road. A person wearing "overshoes", rubber boots that covered your normal shoes, wouldn't get his feet wet in certain parts of it. It just held water mostly all year long. But it sure was a waterfowl magnet, as was our neighbors area acrooss the road.

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The Hunted

I am going to take a short pause from being a hunter to being the "hunted". Yes, that's right. I was the "HUNTED". I was hunted by a barnyard rooster. A big Rhode Island Red rooster to be exact on our farm in Ong, Nebrska.

This happened when I was about 5 years old. On our farm we had many chickens and roosters of different breeds. We had them for fresh eggs to eat. And every now and then some would end up on the dinner table as the main course.

I can still remember catching the chickens and roosters that found their way to the dinner table. I was big enough to catch the chickens and roosters but not to chop off their heads with the ax.

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The Wild Goose Chase

I am going to skip forward several years for the next episode. But before I do my dad and I had many memorable hunting adventures together. But I lost him at age of 11 when he had a wreck on a very foggy night with a train. He was on his way home from work in Hastings, Nebraska. We were living in Fairfield, Nebraska at the time after having moved from off the farm when I was about 6 1/2 years old. I won't go into any further details. Needless to say I wasn't able to hunt for several years after that

This wild goose chase took place during my high school years at Fairfield High School. It's something that I'll never forget. It is funny and comical though as some of my friends and I were outsmarted by a large flock of geese.This wild goose chase took place during my high school years at Fairfield High School. It's something that I'll never forget. It is funny and comical though as some of my friends and I were outsmarted by a large flock of geese.

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