| By Bob Weaver
"This land is going back to the Indians," said my dad Gifford Weaver, saying he can
remember when the steepest hills were cleared for pasture, now
grown up."
If he was still alive since the Ice Storm of '03, he would be taken back
by the fallen trees and underbrush which has clogged the hollers and trails.
That mess is a boon for wildlife.
Calhoun has nearly 600 miles of roads, most of them secondary and not really
"improved" in the manner most urban folks would like.
In between those roads, you'll find a wild bunch of woods, woods on the
steep and craggy hills and down in the narrow hollows.
For folks who like woods, hills, rocks, and streams, Calhoun is your cup of tea.
For folks who like to walk off a roadway and not see another human being the live
long day, Calhoun is your cup of tea.
For folks who like to drive down a primitive back road and not meet another
vehicle for miles, Calhoun is your cup of tea.
For folks who like to build a house in a peaceful, secluded spot, Calhoun is your
cup of tea.
For folks who like hunting wild game, Calhoun is your cup of tea.
For folks who can live without fast food and stoplights, Calhoun is your cup of
tea.
The annual influx of hundreds, if not thousands of deer hunters is about to begin,
a resource taken for granted by the locals.
The deer are everywhere you look.
We have counted nearly 35 turkey near our front yard at Hur, and frequently see
flocks of the birds along the river bottoms or out the Husk.
Calhoun has a plentiful supply of small game, but there is a
challenge of finding bear, bobcats, and coyote. They are here too.
Every now and
then, you will spot a wild boar.
We welcome those of you who will be coming to hunt these next few weeks, and
hope you enjoy our country life.
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