Archive for the ‘Gilliland, Steve’

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    You Probably Shouldn’t be a Fisherman if….
    Steve Gilliland Our men’s group from church spent last weekend chasing walleyes at Kanopolis Reservoir. Lots of walleye were caught, but many were just below the fifteen inch minimum length limit. Friday evening, Wildlife and Parks guys were there en mass inspecting all boats as they were pulled from the water, going over fish, boats, and fishermen with a fine tooth...
    by at May 13th, 2012 at 09:05 pm
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    The Circle of Life
    Steve Gilliland This once-in-a-lifetime experience happened to my friend a few years ago and is very pertinent to this time of the year. In late spring a few years ago, my friend was busy in the big round top shed that sits toward one corner of his yard, when his little Blue Heeler dog began raising cane from outside. He stuck his head out the door to see what was agitating...
    by at May 6th, 2012 at 09:05 pm
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    Ticks; Dracula’s of the Wild
    Steve Gilliland We had just sat down to eat when Joyce uttered those four words that make my blood run cold; “Is that a tick?” Sure enough, traipsing across my neck was a tiny tick, bound for a warm meal who-knows-where. I had just returned from a couple-hour turkey scouting trip along the river with our little dachshund-shaped pup, Lucy the wonder dog who’s belly...
    by at April 30th, 2012 at 08:04 am
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    Have You a Heron in Your Hedgerow?
    Steve Gilliland We had turkey hunted along the river west of Inman, and parked near an adjacent alfalfa field. As we crawled into the pickup to leave, my wife pointed toward the tree tops along the river and asked “Is there a bird in that nest?” I looked where she pointed, and saw a haphazard collection of twigs or something in the very top of a tall dead Cottonwood....
    by at April 21st, 2012 at 05:04 pm
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    Watching Her Awaken
    Steve Gilliland I love watching her awaken in the morning. All the little sounds she makes and the cute little things she does are partly why I love her so much. I like being there as she begins a new day and stirs from her slumber to slowly cast her warmth and light upon everything around her. Yes, there’s nothing quite like watching Mother Nature awaken in the morning. It...
    by at April 14th, 2012 at 01:04 pm
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    Fishin’ “the Fork”
    Steve Gilliland The night was just as quiet as it was dark until some over exuberant fishermen camped out at the base of the bridge nearest our boat. We had a few nice crappies in the live well, but the catching was slow and sporadic compared to the previous few nights when our hosts had harvested two hundred to three hundred per trip and kept thirty five to forty each...
    by at April 8th, 2012 at 11:04 am
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    Outdoorsman’s March Madness
    Steve Gilliland To avid basketball fans, this is March Madness month; that season when one can easily overdose on basketball. However, to scores of outdoor enthusiasts, this time of the year means something more. To us, “March Madness” is this short intermission as hunting and trapping seasons wind down, and spring turkey and fishing seasons await us in the wings....
    by at March 25th, 2012 at 09:03 pm
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    101 Uses for a Trail Camera
    Steve Gilliland We bought our first two trail cameras about four years ago. We had a small bucket feeder in a tree at the edge of a thick woodlot overlooking a small, grassy meadow with tons of deer sign. In the meadow we drove in a “T” post, strapped one camera to the post aimed at the feeder, and thought we’d soon be selling shots to National Geographic. I’ll...
    by at March 19th, 2012 at 06:03 am
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    Hot on the Trail of Trail Cameras
    Steve Gilliland OK, so I was researching before buying a couple more trail cameras, and I found myself lost in a forest of megapixels, detection ranges, and trigger times. I think I’ve got it all figured out now, and thought I’d put together a quick tutorial of what all these things mean and which of them I’ve found to be most important to me when choosing a trail...
    by at March 11th, 2012 at 11:03 pm
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    Wildlife Math; Count the Tracks and Divide by Four
    Steve Gilliland A few years ago when I began trapping beavers, one particular bend in a stream taught me a valuable lesson about wildlife sign. It was along a rutted dirt road somewhere between the middle of nowhere and the end of the line where an old bridge spanned the stream as it meandered through a sand hills pasture thick with cedars. Cottonwoods of various sizes...
    by at March 3rd, 2012 at 05:03 pm
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