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New Knee and Ol’ Blue

Hammsolo

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I’m almost 3 months out of knee replacement. It’s been slow and steady this time, following almost 3 years of knee surgeries, to get to the point I’m walking flatland pain free.

I set the goal of being ready for Spring Turkey, Kayak Fishing, and Cinco De Bearo. Two of the goals are down!

I took Ol’ Blue after finding him preseason and 5 days of hobbling around the scablands of Washington. It was a great learning experience. I’m fairly proficient at woodlands birds, and am successful routinely. This was a new adventure that I cherished.

First step was to identify his roost, which was pretty easy due to there being only a few aspen groves in within spittin’ distance. I was cocky and thought I’d kill him easily on day 1.

Nope, I found a bluff near the roost, and set up an hour before dawn. I proceeded to over call when the gobbling started, but thought I was kickin’ ass. The birds proceended to fly down to the bluff, but out of range. Cover was nil, so I decided to sing the sweet songs of love to draw him in. Nothin’… Ol’ Blue kicked the feathers out of the four smaller toms and slowly walk away. I failed to perceive that any calling just pushed the birds away. There was gobbling, but the hens and jakes were silent… Nick just kept calling. FACK!

I proceeded to chase them all over the scablands, and even bust them at as close as 5 yards. I was determined to harvest Blue though and I couldn’t get a clear shot.

That afternoon I visited the roost, and created a new plan. I would shift my location closer to the bluff, and come in earlier. I showed up even earlier and fought to stay awake. I overcalled again. Blue was wise to the game and flew his crew in the opposite direction, and into an even harder to hunt set of rolling bluffs and with a few patches of spiked bush hell. I failed and failed again, but had a smile ear to ear.

So… the next morning found me hidden against the cliff waiting for the fly down, and I was confident. Through 546 trial and error episodes I sat silent. I was sure he would forget the predator sneaking in near his roost. Nope again… He bugged out ditching his ladies. This ended up being his undoing though. The hens flew for the cliffs!

They went silent and began feeding down the edge of the cliff. Blue began to gobble his was up the creek bed searching for the ladies. They never once called back to him. They must have made a date. I hobbled my broken butt up over the cliff, and started scanning down the jagged line. I could see the hens and jakes feeding along. I guessed on an ambush and hit my top speed of old lady with a walker.

I snuck up over the ridge to check when I hit a predicted halfway point. Damn, what was I thinking. A hen had turned back and happened to be starring at me. I was sure I was toast, but I decided to roll the dice. I hobbled my way to a fisher in the cliff where I knew I could double back on their location. As I arrived, I realized I hadn’t hear Blue for some time.

I became sadder than a puppy locked out in a rainstorm, but decided I’d slink around the corner. A gobble! Close! He had to be within 100 yards. I inched around the corner. I saw what looked like a rock through the grass, and assumed it was a rock. Nope again... I took a step forward and there was a hen staring at me, and my brain processed that the rock was a turkey with its head down. The hen bolted straight into flight off a cliff. Ol’ Blues head appeared at 36 yards, and his wings raised. I snapped the shotgun to my shoulder, set the glowing green bead and squeezed, and Ol’ Blue tumbled off the cliff.

This was just the start to an amazing weekend! I am so blessed to have what I dreamed of as a teen.

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I’m almost 3 months out of knee replacement. It’s been slow and steady this time, following almost 3 years of knee surgeries, to get to the point I’m walking flatland pain free.

I set the goal of being ready for Spring Turkey, Kayak Fishing, and Cinco De Bearo. Two of the goals are down!

I took Ol’ Blue after finding him preseason and 5 days of hobbling around the scablands of Washington. It was a great learning experience. I’m fairly proficient at woodlands birds, and am successful routinely. This was a new adventure that I cherished.

First step was to identify his roost, which was pretty easy due to there being only a few aspen groves in within spittin’ distance. I was cocky and thought I’d kill him easily on day 1.

Nope, I found a bluff near the roost, and set up an hour before dawn. I proceeded to over call when the gobbling started, but thought I was kickin’ ass. The birds proceended to fly down to the bluff, but out of range. Cover was nil, so I decided to sing the sweet songs of love to draw him in. Nothin’… Ol’ Blue kicked the feathers out of the four smaller toms and slowly walk away. I failed to perceive that any calling just pushed the birds away. There was gobbling, but the hens and jakes were silent… Nick just kept calling. FACK!

I proceeded to chase them all over the scablands, and even bust them at as close as 5 yards. I was determined to harvest Blue though and I couldn’t get a clear shot.

That afternoon I visited the roost, and created a new plan. I would shift my location closer to the bluff, and come in earlier. I showed up even earlier and fought to stay awake. I overcalled again. Blue was wise to the game and flew his crew in the opposite direction, and into an even harder to hunt set of rolling bluffs and with a few patches of spiked bush hell. I failed and failed again, but had a smile ear to ear.

So… the next morning found me hidden against the cliff waiting for the fly down, and I was confident. Through 546 trial and error episodes I sat silent. I was sure he would forget the predator sneaking in near his roost. Nope again… He bugged out ditching his ladies. This ended up being his undoing though. The hens flew for the cliffs!

They went silent and began feeding down the edge of the cliff. Blue began to gobble his was up the creek bed searching for the ladies. They never once called back to him. They must have made a date. I hobbled my broken butt up over the cliff, and started scanning down the jagged line. I could see the hens and jakes feeding along. I guessed on an ambush and hit my top speed of old lady with a walker.

I snuck up over the ridge to check when I hit a predicted halfway point. Damn, what was I thinking. A hen had turned back and happened to be starring at me. I was sure I was toast, but I decided to roll the dice. I hobbled my way to a fisher in the cliff where I knew I could double back on their location. As I arrived, I realized I hadn’t hear Blue for some time.

I became sadder than a puppy locked out in a rainstorm, but decided I’d slink around the corner. A gobble! Close! He had to be within 100 yards. I inched around the corner. I saw what looked like a rock through the grass, and assumed it was a rock. Nope again... I took a step forward and there was a hen staring at me, and my brain processed that the rock was a turkey with its head down. The hen bolted straight into flight off a cliff. Ol’ Blues head appeared at 36 yards, and his wings raised. I snapped the shotgun to my shoulder, set the glowing green bead and squeezed, and Ol’ Blue tumbled off the cliff.

This was just the start to an amazing weekend! I am so blessed to have what I dreamed of as a teen.

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Mind me asking your age? I’ve had 3 knee ops and know I’ll need the replacement one day… just always felt in my 40’s was too young.
 
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Kudos to you on the quick recovery and pushing yourself to get back out there! I’ve got stuff I keep pushing out so I don’t have to take a year off. That may come back to bite me.
 
Mind me asking your age? I’ve had 3 knee ops and know I’ll need the replacement one day… just always felt in my 40’s was too young.
If you’re asking when you need it, you don’t. Mine went from injections to inability to walk in a matter of hours. I had to limp into the Orthopedic doctor’s officer for an emergency appointment and get another shot and wait for the next available surgery date. There was no question that it was time, because I couldn’t stand the pain any longer…
 
Mind me asking your age? I’ve had 3 knee ops and know I’ll need the replacement one day… just always felt in my 40’s was too young.
I don’t give two shiz. I’m 46. I shredded my left knee the first time when I was 18 my freshmen year of college at the U of M. I transferred to Montana Tech after 6 months of rehab, and shredded it again.

I then lived a life of mayhem and shenanigans trying to feel young. In the last 4 years my left knee disintegrated and I have had 2 surgeries trying to save it. I‘ve also had a cleanup on my right knee.

Do your research. What life do you want to live? How will you feel? The tech has come so far. I went full robot and a high-tech, but tested implant.

I’m always willing to share more to help in any way.
 
If you’re asking when you need it, you don’t. Mine went from injections to inability to walk in a matter of hours. I had to limp into the Orthopedic doctor’s officer for an emergency appointment and get another shot and wait for the next available surgery date. There was no question that it was time, because I couldn’t stand the pain any longer…

My tell was the day after. I could still rock one day okay in the woods, but the next day… Knees the size of cantaloupe and giving myself a Vince Lombardi speech to get out of a chair were tells.
 
I don’t give two shiz. I’m 46. I shredded my left knee the first time when I was 18 my freshmen year of college at the U of M. I transferred to Montana Tech after 6 months of rehab, and shredded it again.

I then lived a life of mayhem and shenanigans trying to feel young. In the last 4 years my left knee disintegrated and I have had 2 surgeries trying to save it. I‘ve also had a cleanup on my right knee.

Do your research. What life do you want to live? How will you feel? The tech has come so far. I went full robot and a high-tech, but tested implant.

I’m always willing to share more to help in any way.
Drinking Rainier will do that to ya. 😆
 
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How lucky I've been. Horse rolled on me and smashed my right knee back in '84. It was ugly but I had a good PT in that north Idaho hick town. Wearing a brace I still managed that fall to shoot my last bull elk and later a pair of muley bucks (with one shot). Now 70 and I'm still using both knees God gave me. Using the hell out of them. Almost everyone I grew up with has had knee or shoulder replacements or back surgery. My joints should have broken down decades ago. Good genes I guess.
 
How lucky I've been. Horse rolled on me and smashed my right knee back in '84. It was ugly but I had a good PT in that north Idaho hick town. Wearing a brace I still managed that fall to shoot my last bull elk and later a pair of muley bucks (with one shot). Now 70 and I'm still using both knees God gave me. Using the hell out of them. Almost everyone I grew up with has had knee or shoulder replacements or back surgery. My joints should have broken down decades ago. Good genes I guess.
Wranglers? I was Levi’s guy… Now it all makes sense.
 
I don’t give two shiz. I’m 46. I shredded my left knee the first time when I was 18 my freshmen year of college at the U of M. I transferred to Montana Tech after 6 months of rehab, and shredded it again.

I then lived a life of mayhem and shenanigans trying to feel young. In the last 4 years my left knee disintegrated and I have had 2 surgeries trying to save it. I‘ve also had a cleanup on my right knee.

Do your research. What life do you want to live? How will you feel? The tech has come so far. I went full robot and a high-tech, but tested implant.

I’m always willing to share more to help in any way.
My avatar is “mxracer317”. Too many stupid shenanigans myself. 😂 we’re the same age. Thx man! Speedy recovery.
 
Hammsolo , good story. glad you stuck with it and nailed him.

As to knees I had 5 scoping on each knee and the left replaced 8 years ago. I did hunt 2 months after the replacement but could only sit and call. I've gotten good at sitting and calling in birds to my location over the last 8 years. With the help of a personal trainer twice a week I'm able to do short sprints which amazes me when it happens. Turning 70 in August I hope to play with these birds for many more years.
Don't take your body for granted, those stupid moves will come back to bit you.
 
Had my left knee replaced on March 3rd. Two months and doing PT twice a week and exercises each day. It's getting better each day but still swells when I push it. Turned 69 a few days ago and life is looking good.

You will know when it's time for surgery. This last winter I had to quit snowmobiling. My knee was weak and the pain strong. That is a bad combo and made surgery the only option. Now it's stronger and only minor discomfort which gets better each day.
 
Hammsolo , good story. glad you stuck with it and nailed him.

As to knees I had 5 scoping on each knee and the left replaced 8 years ago. I did hunt 2 months after the replacement but could only sit and call. I've gotten good at sitting and calling in birds to my location over the last 8 years. With the help of a personal trainer twice a week I'm able to do short sprints which amazes me when it happens. Turning 70 in August I hope to play with these birds for many more years.
Don't take your body for granted, those stupid moves will come back to bit you.
Thanks for the inspiration!!!
 
Mind me asking your age? I’ve had 3 knee ops and know I’ll need the replacement one day… just always felt in my 40’s was too young.
I've had full replacements in both my knees, did them at 35 & 36 and now I'm 39. Mine were both in advanced stage osteoarthritis thanks to some malformities in the joints, 20 years of hardcore sports (soccer, lacrosse, horses, running), and Lyme's disease. I'll say this though, if your quality of life is affected, you're never too young. Prior, I couldn't walk a mile. I'm back to jogging 5ks. If your pain is affecting your ability to be active, find a good doc and harass them until they do it. My two cents.
 
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