Monday, September 27, 2010

Hangin’ Deer & the One-Eyed Hillbilly Nickname

Out of the tree and beginning a lifelong effort for the cause of the Great Outdoors – Problem Solved! The National Avenue Buck and the One-Eyed Hillbilly.


In life you only need a crutch if you are taught and then accept that you need one. To that end, the beginnings of our character in life are instilled in us by our parents. After home, young folk’s character is further refined by our hometown teachers, church folks, business folks, family, and friends as they set important examples that influence how the younger generations develop. In the hills you learn early that everyone has difficulties in life and you simply overcome and get on with it. If you’ve got no cash and your truck window is broken out, then a trash bag and duct tape will keep out the rain. Problem solved. If you want a sling for your squirrel rifle but can’t get to town, then bailing twine will keep the gun on your shoulder. Problem solved. If you loose an eye, you still have one good one left so don’t hide from it, rather, embrace it, laugh about it, and get an eye patch and a Sunday-go-to-meetin’ glass eye and then use it to your advantage. Problem solved!

Now a problem not so easily solved is when a one-eyed hillbilly leaves the country to live in the big city for the first time and he’s as green as green gets about folks outside the hills and some of their misguided opinions about harvesting game from Mother Nature. I left for college in Springfield, Missouri in the fall of 1986. At that time I had no idea that some folks actually believed that humans didn’t have a right to participate as part of the whole in the circle of life in nature. I was, however, about to find out the hard way and a result was the nickname ‘One-Eyed Hillbilly’ forever being a humorous handle that has stuck with me.

The fall of 1986 found me living in the ΠKA fraternity house on National Avenue across the street from the SMSU campus. This was the first time in my hunting career that I was away from home during deer season. It was too far to drive two hours home to hunt and still get back to class at college. God works in mysterious ways because, out of the blue, a fraternity brother, Tom Noyes, saved the day (and a week’s worth of school absences) by asking me if I wanted to hunt on his grandparent’s farm 30 minutes north toward Bolivar, MO on the Sak River. My prayers were answered!

The first evening, after seeing 11 does and yearlings, finding an enormous amount of deer sign, and stumbling into an incredible core area of a good buck, I was excited to get back to the spot the next morning. Of course after making the mistake of telling several of my fraternity brothers about the discovery, the next morning we had five additional hunters in the bronco headed for the Sak River. After dropping off hunters along the 2 mile bottom farm I was the last to head for the woods. I figured with all the hunters in the fields I would head for the nearest brush and look for paths in hopes that a good buck would make a beeline to the spot when the hunters stirred them up. As it rarely happens, the plan worked perfectly and a great 140 class 8 pointer ran right passed me while making his escape from the hunters in the fields. Two shots from my Marlin .30-30 and this great Missouri buck was mine.

Now any hillbilly can tell you what the first thing an 18 year old boy does when he harvests a 140 inch deer. First, he’s going to show it off at the check station, then he’s going to show it off to his buddies, and finally, he’s going to hang it in a tree to age it and show it off some more. I did just that and hung it in the only tree on the property in front of the Pike House on National Avenue in Springfield, Missouri. I then stood there like a giant proud statue of Howdy Doodie with a grin from ear to ear, waving to all the folks driving past the house honking and giving me the thumbs-up.

After several hours of picture taking, high fives, and inquisitive and enthusiastic visitors, a fraternity brother came outside and said, “Hey Stephens, you have a call from the dean’s office.” Ya, right, I thought to myself. In a fraternity there are more practical jokes and pranks pulled than in an episode of Hee Haw. I bit anyway and answered the phone. It was a lady claiming to be from the dean’s office telling me I had to remove the deer from the tree on National Avenue. I said, “Mam, I don’t know which one of the Pike Little Sisters you are but I’m not buying this.” And I hung up the phone laughing and went back outside. Ten minutes later a second call from the dean’s office was directed to the president of the fraternity, Dave King. They apparently convinced him that this wasn’t a prank and with an astonished look on his face he hung up the phone and said, “Greg, we have to take down the buck.” Another fraternity brother, Derek Robinson from Kansas City, laughed out loud and said, “Stephens, you dumb one-eyed hillbilly, you hung up on the dean’s office!” Apparently, out of the approximately 50,000 cars (according to the City of Springfield traffic division) that passed by daily, there was someone who didn’t know the proper procedure for caring for a harvested deer!

That was the first time I was ever called a one-eyed hillbilly and from that day forward it prevailed over Cyclops, popeye, dead-eye, squint, and any other one-eyed monikers that I’ve fondly been called by friends for the past 33 years. At the time I was dumbfounded. I mean, this is what you do with a deer when you harvest one. I eventually did take down the buck and immediately became very active in the cause of all outdoorsmen in telling the truth about interacting within nature. I devoted an entire semester in my public speaking class to giving speeches about hunting versus the animal rights movement. I also learned to laugh at myself a little more. We hillbillies may be naïve about the outside world but we catch up fast when it comes to affecting our way of life within Mother Nature. The Great Outdoors, like the Ozark Hills, builds character and teaches lessons to young folks that are learned few other places. All we need to do is teach the younger generations the truth about our place within nature and their character will carry our legacy and our outdoor heritage into the future. Problem solved. So says the One-Eyed Hillbilly.




My PhotoGreg Stephens is a 35-year veteran & life-time student of the great outdoors. His column appears weekly in print & online publications. You can email him at gregstephens@one-eyedhillbilly.com. For more columns go to www.one-eyedhillbilly.blogspot.com.



Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Missouri Trappers Rendezvous 2010

Ozark Hills trapping legend and old river man Kenny Wells is honored with an award by MTA President, Doran Miller at the 2010 MTA Rendezvous.


If you know American history then you know that after the discovery of the New World the mountain men trappers were some of the first humans to lay eyes on the natural treasures of this great land (second only to Native American Indians). Lured by an overwhelming spirit of adventure and discovery, and fueled by a lucrative beaver fur trade in Europe, the mountain men laid out the routes for the country’s expansion west. A mountain man of old could stand in the middle of a great drainage intently studying the surrounding ridges and valleys and then point out where the game would be concentrated. He had an intimate understanding of the habits and travel patterns of game animals, furbearers, and predators. He had an innate sense of how nature worked around him. Indeed, he was an integral part of the great whole of nature. The vast wealth of knowledge and experiences to not just survive but thrive in the wilderness was stored in his mind and in the minds of his many brethren spirits. And, as exhibited this past weekend at the Lake of the Ozarks, the spirit of the mountain men is still very alive and well in Missouri.

The annual Missouri Trappers Association Rendezvous was held September 17, 18, & 19 at Lake of the Ozarks at the Missouri Trap Shooters grounds. The event was held at the same time as a sanctioned shoot was taking place at the trap shooting grounds. There was also a Harley-Davidson biker rally going on in Osage Beach. Trappers, shooters, and bikers - this was truly an epic crossing of paths of some of the most independent minded, freedom loving, and proudly self sufficient souls in the state. The event started Thursday afternoon as vendors from all over the country started filing in to set up booths selling everything a mountain man could want – traps, baits, scents, stretchers, knives, guns, tools, decorative tanned pelts, antler art, and much more. The atmosphere was that of a bazaar, just as it must have been at the famous mountain man rendezvous at Taos, New Mexico when the trappers came out of the mountains each year for supplies back in the late 1700’s and early 1800’s. Everything was abuzz.

The weekend entailed camping, meetings, buying and selling of supplies, visiting with old friends, a fund raising auction, and planning for the upcoming season. For the 2010-2011 calendar year, Missouri Trapping Season begins Monday, November 15, 2010 and extends through Monday, January 31, 2011. Beaver and Nutria can be trapped starting on the same day but extending through Thursday, March 31, 2011. New regulations of note this year include your cable restraint license being covered by the regular trapping license, otter & muskrat season extended statewide to February 20th with no zones or limits, and cable restraint season is extended to the end of February (cable restraint season starts December 15, 2010). These are great opportunities to spend more time in the woods and water while learning a deeper understanding of Nature’s Economy while helping conserve one of our greatest renewable natural resources. From that point of view I guess you could say we trappers, hunters, and fishermen are the original Green consumers. Our harvest is 100% renewable, 100% healthy (no preservatives, steroids, etc.), 100 % natural, 100% plastic and Styrofoam packaging free. Hey, you know what? I think we trappers have a very low carbon foot print. Man, who would’ve guessed! We’ve always been environmentally conscience and now we’ve become part of the ‘In crowd’!

Active participants in the circle of life - Great Uncles Tim & Tom O’Day with nephew Alex Stephens and an Ozarks bobcat.



Funny thing about trappers – the ‘In Crowd’ isn’t at the top of our list, and these days, considering pop culture, that’s a virtue. Like the old Willie Nelson song about cowboys that says, “…he ain’t wrong he’s just different but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right…,” we pursue what we love without concerning ourselves with what’s popular. Like the bear, wolf, or mountain lion, we are active participants in the circle of life. We participate in nature on nature’s level. In today’s fast paced world we are just now learning to get on the information super highway and tell the world how right it is to be an active participant in the circle of life. You want to really see the woods and water come to life? You want to more fully understand how wildlife interacts in their environment? You want to learn the true lessons of life and death in nature’s economy? Become a trapper. It will open your eye(s) to many previously unseen lessons. So says the One-Eyed Hillbilly.




Greg Stephens is a life-time student & 35-year veteran of the great outdoors. His column appears weekly in print & online publications. You can email him at gregstephens@one-eyedhillbilly.com. For more columns go to www.one-eyedhillbilly.blogspot.com.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Youth Fall Outdoor Opportunities

It’s strange; when a mountain man finally gets to a level in his outdoor knowledge to really start racking up the impressive harvests, catches, and numbers while hunting, fishing, and trapping, his goals seem to change a little. Don’t get me wrong, we still love to pursue our passion, but we begin to see the importance of passing it on to the young’uns and we devote considerable time that previously would’ve been given to the relentless pursuit of our quarry. As I’ve matured in the great outdoors I’ve watched outdoor mentors, many who are at the top of their game and masters at their craft, shift from personal outdoor production to passing the heritage on to a child. This is truly the most sincere form of devotion to the Creator’s great outdoors.

Young’uns love to fish. Alex Stephens during the cool season on the Current River.

In Missouri this fall the opportunities are around every bend to take a child to the woods and water. After the Labor Day holiday the waterways around the state experience drastic reductions in recreational boaters. As the traffic slows and the temperatures cool down the opportunities crank up on the water for great fishing action. Nothing is more rewarding than taking a child camping and fishing in the cool Missouri fall weather. Take your pick – the Piney, Current, Gasconade, Jacks Fork, Osage, White, James and many others. The fisheries are great and the species are many. It’s the opportunity to create a memory for life for both you and a child while developing a torch carrier for our outdoor heritage.

Thirty-one days of fall turkey hunting makes for more chances to get a child in the woods than there are excuses to not take them. You don’t have to get up early, it’s not too cold or hot, and you can harvest either sex and you’ve got over 4 full weeks to get out there. With a ground blind and mastery of the kee kee call, a shot at a young turkey is almost a given. You want to get as excited about harvesting a turkey as you were the first time you pulled a trigger on one? Then sit next to a kid while they shoot their first bird. Every muscle in your body will go rigid, your heart rate will race, your breathing will quicken, and you’ll find your trigger finger going into spasms playing ‘air shotgun’ as the birds walk back and forth in front of the young hunter. And after the youngster harvests the bird you’ll play air guitar like Ted Nugent in celebration!

A boy hunting with dad is a happy boy. Greg and Alex Stephens, deer season 2001.

Deer hunting, including youth firearms, regular firearms, muzzleloader, and archery, provides for 4 months of hunting opportunities. Youth season this year is October 30 & 31 and January 1 & 2. These two seasons are the best opportunities to take a child to harvest a deer in the outdoors. Early youth season occurs just as the rut really gets heated up so scoring a great trophy is a real possibility. Again, an old mountain man will find his trigger finger playing ‘air rifle’ trying to pull the imaginary trigger as the deer cross in front of your young protégé’s rifle. However, after you watch a child harvest his first deer you’ll find a new passion even more intense than harvesting your own trophy deer. Seeing a kid take a deer is one of the most gratifying outdoor experiences of which I’ve personally ever been a part. This experience will definitely produce a lifelong memory.

Learning the in-depth, intricate details of the ways of wildlife in the Great Outdoors. Alex Stephens during trapping season.

Finally, fall trapping season, in one fashion or another, provides 4½ months of outdoor opportunity. All furbearers may be pursued from November 15 through January 31, 2011. Beaver can be taken all the way through March 31, 2011. Kids are fascinated to learn the methods and techniques for setting traps for the various species pursued. Trapping provides in-depth woodsmen skills for a budding outdoorsman. Track and scat identification, as well as identification of species specific habits and habitat provide for a much deeper understanding of the inner workings of Nature’s economy. There is absolutely nothing in the outdoors that provides a sense of pride and accomplishment more than looking at a fur shed with freshly stretched furs lining the ceiling. There’s also not a better way to teach a child that the outdoor pursuits, when done properly, are hard work and worth every ounce of effort. You want to see young kids go ape? Give them strips of tanned wild fur and they will be fascinated with the strips for weeks.

All of these opportunities to take young’uns to the woods are great opportunities to develop a relationship with a child while developing a new ambassador for the outdoors pursuits. This fall do yourself a favor and pass on some of that outdoor expertise. You’ll give a kid a passion for a lifetime. A wise person said, “Kids who hunt, fish, and trap don’t mug little old ladies.” That roughly equates to: If a parent devotes enough time to a child to teach them the outdoor pursuits there will be a firm foundation for a functional life within both society and the Great Outdoors. I hope you take that idea to heart. Start this fall. So says the One-Eyed Hillbilly.




My PhotoGreg Stephens is a 35-year veteran & life-time student of the great outdoors. His column appears weekly in print & online publications. You can email him at gregstephens@one-eyedhillbilly.com. For more columns go to www.one-eyedhillbilly.blogspot.com.



Saturday, September 11, 2010

Big Trouble at Maramec Spring Park

I’m in trouble. Not in trouble like the time during trapping season when I left 7 whole froze raccoons under a tarp on the floor of the basement to thaw on the same day the real estate folks brought a family from California over to look at the house. While the real estate agent and the whole family were in the basement, who would’ve guessed that the little 5 year-old girl would’ve went strait over to the freezer and pulled back the tarp? I mean really, who could’ve seen that coming? I guess that kid got the shock of her young life (parents did too probably!). I figure they probably had nightmares about a Hillbilly Amityville Horror of sorts, and, of course, they didn’t buy the house. I wasn’t there when it happened but my wife, LaDonna, told me all about it and she wasn’t too happy then either. Yes, I’m in trouble again but this time it’s a different kind of trouble.

This past weekend was my wedding anniversary and my wife and I went camping and fishing at Maramec Spring Park just outside of St. James, MO for the Labor Day weekend. On the morning of our last day, after having some frustrating technical difficulties that brought all my fishing activities to a screeching halt for the remainder of the trip, I came back to the camper, told my wife of the issue, and said, “I’m going to get everything ready to go.” But what she heard was, “Spending time with you on our anniversary is not why I’m here. If I can’t fish then I’m ready to go home.” You reckon this is what the preacher was talking about when he preached on marriage and the occasional communication disconnect?

Maramec Spring Park is owned privately by the James Foundation and located 8 miles from St. James on the Meramec River. Today, just like the past, all activity within the immediate area is a result, either directly or indirectly, of the beautiful Maramec Spring, which is the 5th largest spring in Missouri. Daily it gushes out 96 million gallons of crystal clear Ozark Hill’s spring water. Trout fishing and wildlife watching within the 1,856 acre park is outstanding.

For the anglers, the Missouri Department of Conservation stocks the spring branch with rainbow trout daily from March 1st through October 31st. Ultra light equipment works best for the finicky rainbows in the spring branch. Saturday I was using my Fenwick ultra light rod with an open face Pflueger President reel. For a lure I used a yellow 1/64 ounce jig. All pretty typical equipment for Missouri trout parks…except for the line. Have you ever noticed how there’s always a guy who can walk up during any time of the day and seem to get trout to bite? I learned from my dad and his fishing buddies years ago the trick is in the line. Fish spook as a result of the shadow cast by the line on clear and bright days. Therefore visit any big box department store’s sewing department and ask for transparent sewing thread. This is the equivalent of about ½ pound test line and casts very little shadow (and it’s much cheaper). It works great but be aware to adjust your drag very light! Saturday morning at the whistle the four fish limit took about 10 casts. The rest of the day was given to hiking and wildlife viewing.

For the photographers, white-tail deer abound in the wooded ridges and the lush bottom fields in the park. In the evening the deer come out in great numbers to feed. Picture taking opportunities are everywhere in the early fall before the rut starts. The deer hardly pay attention to stopped vehicles watching them as they feed. They also pay little attention to hikers as long as they keep their distance at about 40 yards. Numerous does and two bucks stood and stared as my wife and I trekked over a ridge just northeast of the spring in the middle of the day on Saturday.

And finally, for the history buffs, the museum and ruins of Meramec Iron Works are located in the middle of the park. Established in 1826 and in production through 1891, the Maramec Iron Works spewed fire, slag, and iron to fuel the fires of industry of our growing republic. The remnants of the works are visible today around the park and the museum provides fascinating models and pictures to help the inquisitive mind understand the complex workings of the Maramec Iron Works.

Fishing, wildlife watching, history, and camping all wrapped into one great weekend. As I sat in camp under the cover of the hackberry, sycamore, and elm trees and enjoyed the cool breeze while contemplating the hot water I was in, I decided my wife was right. Even though I still haven’t figured out how she heard something I didn’t say (I’m beginning to think I was momentarily abducted by aliens and an evil imposter was put in my place to disturb the perfect universal harmony between hillbilly husband and wife on their anniversary camping trip), I shouldn’t want to leave just because I couldn’t fish one morning of our trip. I mean, how great is it that I have a wonderful lady that is willing to go camping and fishing for our anniversary in the first place. Only in these Ozark Hills my friends, only in these hills. We are truly blessed…you think the preacher knows about the alien abductors and the communication disconnect thing? So says the One-Eyed Hillbilly.



My PhotoGreg Stephens is a 35-year veteran & life-time student of the great outdoors. His column appears weekly in print & online publications. You can email him at gregstephens@one-eyedhillbilly.com. For more columns go to www.one-eyedhillbilly.blogspot.com.