....I did not like the location. The stand was situated at the bottom of ridge, in a flat bordering the Duck Roost. In front of me was tall grass, persimmon, iron woods, and an oak flat. Behind me was the Duck Roost filled with Iron Woods and Hall bushes. The same was to my left, yet looking to the right I had a hard time seeing into the woods. Sunlight could not pierce the densness of the tall Pines, Gum and Oak.
My stand was underneath a White-Oak, yet I felt like I was in field. When water spread from the Duck Roost, I would have to wade to my stand. Now, this stand was a producer, but I could not bring myslef to stay there. I wanted it on the edge of the ridge to my right, so that I could see better. Even though I shot at a darn good buck, (killed two smaller bucks before I was interested in management), seen some big hogs, Mark Gilbert killed a spike from my stand, Ben Brewer, killed a hog from this spot, I moved it. It was a move that later on would provide me with the chance of a lifetime. You might call it my one in a million chance to make history. More about that later.
The Duck Roost is simply a highway for all types of game. I have sat in my stand and watched various species of waterfowl, deer, squirrels, rabbits, racoon, snakes, yes snakes, all at one time. I will admit the snake crawling around below me had my attention more than the other critters around me.
We had a tremendous bumper crop of acorns that year. the limbs were loaded down and when the acorns fell on the roof of the stand it would make me jump. Pow!Pow! You thought someone was shooting at you. Any-way, I was sitting in my stand watching all of this activity going on, when the wind started blowing real hard. Man, the acorns started falling, and they kept falling. It was like it was raining acorns instead of cats and dogs. I could not hear my-self think inside my stand. I watched the acorns pelt the ground and it reminded me of a hail storm. I was taking this all in, when I saw movement on the ground right below me. I could not believe what I was seeing. How could this be? It was cold, it was raining acorns, and yet there it was. What was this doing?..........
You will have to come back and see. I said that Ryan's Lake is about memories. Me and Brandi loved inspirational music. We would listen to the song below and she would say "MAAAAN". Brandi is known for her Southern drawl.
On your way out listen to this song, but watch when he blows the sweat from his nose. How many times have I played this song in my head while listening to the winds blow through the tops of majestic Pine Trees off of East Pine Island. Think of some your favorite Ryan's Lake moments as you listen to..
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