Cajun Gobbler Pasta

     Looking for another way to cook some wild turkey, then look no further.  This recipe is pretty simple but has a real kick.  Hope you enjoy.
Ingredients:
Olive oil
1.5 pounds of turkey breast sliced into strips
1 bell pepper
1 onion
3 fresh mushrooms or a small can of them.
small container of heavy cream.
1 small can of mushroom soup with needed milk for directions.
garlic, tony's Cajun seasoning, basil, ground black pepper.

#1  Put Tony's Cajun seasoning all over your turkey.
#2  Cook pasta of your choice al dente.
#3 Saute your turkey breast in olive oil for about 5 minutes or until it starts to look done.
#4  Add in diced peppers, onions, and mushrooms and continue cook for another 3 minutes.
#5  In another pan, put in mushroom soup, milk, and heavy cream.  Cook it on medium and stir.  Add a little garlic, basil, black pepper, and a little lemon pepper.  Cook it for a few minutes.  This is about the time that I taste the sauce.  If it tastes good, then your at least headed in the right direction.
#6  I fished out the the chicken and combined vegetables into my sauce mixture.
#7  Serve pasta onto plate, mix sauce n veggies into pasta, put a serving of chicken on top of the mixture, then add a little sauce on it.
#8 Eat it up but you might need something to drink if you used enough Cajun seasoning.
ENJOY!!

The Boys of November

     In my part of the Carolinas, there is no better time to deer hunt than November.   This magical time of year brings easy sitting,  numerous deer sightings, and mature bucks occasionally venture from their hidden hide outs.  I write this in December just as another November has ended.  The turkey is all but gone from Thanksgiving and so are many of the easy days of deer hunting  This is a story of one of the "Boys of November"---Hope you enjoy.
     It has been a hard year of hunting so far.   There were little to no acorns to be found so many of bow hunting tactics just didn't work as in years past.   I went into November without a doe down and it was gun time and I had to switch to buck hunting.  Muzzleloader is time that I begin hunting in earnest and I love this time of year.   I had however made it through muzzleloader without a buck on the ground.  I admit that I was a little nervous as I usually catch one this time of year, so I went into rifle hoping to find a buck amid the sea of hunters that join the woods. 
     I really hadn't seen any signs of rut.   I had seen a doe that looked hot in a green field but no chasing had ever occurred. It Had been over 2 weeks since I had seen a racked buck and I loosing the faith.   On this day I got into the stand about 2:30.   I was sitting in a tripod on a 1/4 acre green field looking down 2 roads that I also had planted. This was amid a pine thicket so there was plenty of cover.   Things were slow.  The weather was good and cool and I thought we would see what was going on. I was just messaging a buddy from Bama and had told him that I used up all my luck the previous. year.   B replied "Maybe you still have a little luck".
    I was sitting in the tripod and gave a doe bleat and grunt sequence.   I sat there when I heard something that sounded louder than squirrel.  I could tell from the walking that it was going to come out on the road down wind of me.  (this was the same spot a couple of does crossed on me a week earlier).   I saw the horns coming through woods.   The rack was high and thick and appeared to be a buck that I got on camera week earlier.  I knew where the buck was coming so I sat my 7mm WSM down on the rest and waited for the buck to come into the shooting lane.  He came into the lane and I just shot him in the shoulder.  The shot itself was only about 75 yards.  The buck jumped straight up in the air and I bet he jumped 4 feet high.  He leaped back the way he came and optimistically made it 30 yards.
     I sat there in my tripod for a brief. second in disbelief as to what had happened.   I however regained myself quickly and went to to buck.  (As I was looking at the buck down, I didn't believe there was allot of reason to let him wait.)  I walked up on the buck and was sort of in disbelief.  Oh-- I knew the rack was going to be good but I didn't expect it to have points going everywhere.  I dragged him out and brought him out to look. We will call him a 12 point even though others may call him a 14 point.
     I did take a moment of two and enjoyed it.  I had worked hard for this boy from scouting, planting fields, as well as just many hours on the stand.  I sat there and enjoyed the big boy and honored him.  I then started texting my buddy B, my buddy Steve, and my  wife Chele.   It was funny that I had never seen him, but I was sort of hunting in the dark and only running one camera most of the season.  (I had a camera die.) That however is deer hunting. 
     If I can, I hope to enjoy the boys of November next year.  Until then I think about them, work to grow one for next year, and spend nights dreaming out one.  Thank you Lord for blessing me with the ability to do what I love and hope this gets you ready to go after one soon!  Let the little one walk so you can get a big one.