Saints win – let the howl-fest begin

They’ve endured decades of football mediocrity and the near destruction of their town but Sunday’s Super Bowl victory gives New Orleons Saints fans a reason to really celebrate.

OK, so maybe they were already pretty good at celebrating long before their victory over the Indianapolis Colts.

This video clip of a gathering of fans getting a happy beagle involved in their “Who Dat” earlier in the season is certain proof.

(The complete chant is – “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gunna beat them Saints?”)

Congrats to all Saints fans. Now, anybody have a dog that can start the “Rock Chalk” chant?

Photo contest time

Professionally speaking, this is one of my favorite times of the year. We’re deep into taking entries for The Eagle’s Great Outdoors Photo Contest. Entries will be accepted until 5 p.m. next Monday.

Every day is a new adventure as Bo Rader, our chief photographer, and I open envelopes or online entries. Every day there’s a new shot or two that really grabs our attention.

Some are amazingly good, especially this year.

We’re seeing a lot of the usual favored photo subjects – bald eagles and sunsets. We chuckle at how poorly a small percentage of entrants follow entry instructions.

This year there’s a run on owl photos for some reason.

As they have the past eight years the entries have gotten better than before.

To think, the first year a sizable percentage of entries came printed on regular computer paper.

Monday evening or Tuesday will be the toughest time as Bo, some other photographers and I try to narrow 300 or so photos down to 15 adult and 5 youth finalists.

As I look at the final selection of photos I can’t help but try to figure which ones will be voted the best when the public votes in a few weeks.

Last year I was right the first time I saw David Birmingham’s amazing photo of a brilliant male cardinal flying through a snow-covered cedar. A couple of years my initial favorite is voted out of the  pool of finalists by all the other photographers

This year?

To be honest, we have so many great entries I’m not even sure which ones I’d pick to be finalists, let alone which adult and which youth entries might win.

Like I said, it’s a lot of fun.

(For more details about The Great Outdoors Photo Contest go to www.kansas.com/outdoors.)

Midwest mountain lion factory going strong

Believed to be the source of most mountain lions found wandering across the midwest, the Black Hills of South Dakota continues to see its big cat population grow.

And that’s even after several successful hunting seasons.

The South Dakota Game, Fish and Parks website reports a 2003 study estimated the Black Hills population at about 127-149 mountain lions. A 2008 study showed the population had risen to about 220-280 lions.

Chuck Schlueter, department communications manager, said they had their first season in modern times in 2005. The current season  opened Jan. 1 and will close March 31 or whenever hunters kill a total of 40 mountain lions or 25 female mountain lions.

As of this morning 26 had been killed this year, including 17 females and 9 males.

“We’ve always met our quota before the season has ended, “Schlueter said. “It’s often the quota for females.”

While the entire state is open to mountain lion hunting during the residents-only season, Schlueter said very few have been shot outside the Black Hills. In 2009 only one was shot outside the true Black Hills and it was only a few miles to the south.

Unlike in most western states the use of dogs is not allowed for hunting South Dakota mountain lions.

“Hunters have had a great deal of success using predator calls, the basic wounded rabbit or wounded deer sounds,” Schlueter said. “Some have tried taking up a fresh track in the snow and getting themselves into position that way, too.”

Schlueter said on-going research has shown the Black Hills population to be very prolific and that the occasional animal just seems to take off across country.

Several tagged and/or radio-collard Black Hills mountain lions have made it to the Rocky Mountains to the west. One moved through North Dakota and into Canada. Another was killed by a train  in northern Oklahoma, about 40 miles south of Arkansas City. That cat had traveled more than 650 straight-line miles in less than two years.

“Most just seem to be young males out wandering,” Schlueter said. “We’ve seen no indication they’re trying to set up any home ranges outside the Black Hills.”

Croc found at Wilson Lake

Only days after news broke that angler Casey Scanlon found a sizable  alligator  floating dead at Coffey County Lake I got an e-mail of a croc found floating at Wilson Lake.

The e-mail carried a text assuring viewers that it is at Wilson Lake, though I suspect the pic was taken during a bit warmer weather

Experts say in this case where there’s one there very well be another just like the one in the photo.

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That’s Michael’s Mental Meanderings, by the way.

Interesting note from yesterday’s duck hunt near Quivira. Buddy Bob Snyder and I prefer hunting ducks to geese. Heading out we agreed we wanted to hunt the pond that would provide the best opportunity at ducks.

So, late in the day we’re watching a flock of three mallard drakes and a hen work the decoys, making their final pass. From up above four Canada geese dropped down and joined the mallards as they settled in to our decoys.

Two avid duck hunters rose – and shot all four geese. We didn’t get any mallards, though I missed one.

We were both shocked that we’d taken geese on the last day of duck season, when goose season runs another two weeks. I guess the bigger targets grabbed our eyes.

It was also the first time either of us had seen ducks and geese join flocks and land together.

Wow, they had 12 inches of snow over in that part of the world. Twice we saw the same covey of quail running down our same set of tire tracks. Don’t know if it was because it was packed and offered better footing or if they’d hoped we’d kicked-up some food.

Saw a prairie falcon while driving around.

Five swans came in to one of the ponds we hunt.

Enjoyed the KU/KSU game very much, except for the part when my 89  year-old mother-in-law decided to pick something up off the floor, totally blocking my view of the TV, with a few seconds remaining in regulation. She was just trying to help. I responded with a little light laughter. I knew there would be instant replays if I missed anything important.

Had I done such a thing in front of my wife or son – ouch!

Alligator found in Kansas lake

State wildlife officials are clueless to origins of an alligator found floating dead in a Kansas lake on Wednesday.

Jason Goeckler, Kansas Department of Wildlife and Parks invasive species coordinator, said the 64-inch long reptile was found by a fisherman near the warm water discharge area of Coffey County Lake.

The lake is basically the water supply for the Wolf Creek Nuclear plant north of Burlington.

Wildlife officials have no clues as to origin of this 64-inch long alligator that ws found floating in Coffey County Lake on Wednesday.

Wildlife officials have no clues to origin of this 64-inch long alligator found floating in Coffey County Lake on Wednesday.

Goeckler  hasn’t heard any reports of alligators in Kansas for several years. A few years ago a caiman, a relative to alligators, was found near Cheney Lake. It had escaped from a nearby residence where it was being kept as a pet.

In the wild alligators range in the Gulf States and as far north as southern Arkansas or extreme southeast Oklahoma.

Wildlife and Parks has no idea how long the ‘gator may have been in the lake.

They do know, however, that it shouldn’t have been put there.

A close-up look at the head of the alligator found dead at Coffey County Lake on Wednesday.

A close-up look at the head of the alligator found dead at Coffey County Lake on Wednesday.

“We’re looking at it as another invasive species, like zebra mussels, and trying to educate the public,” Goeckler said. “You don’t release exotic species into our environment. It’s illegal and it could be dangerous.”

Tasmanian turkey dog

If you were near El Dorado or Emporia Tuesday afternoon you may have seen my Lab, Hank.

As fast as he was running up and down Flint Hills ridges in Chase County I wouldn’t be surprised if he made it by one or both towns.

All I could do was wait until he regained some of his senses and returned.

The scent of big flock of wild turkeys does that to him. The poor ol’ boy is seriously addicted to Kansas’ largest game bird.

Don't let the soft brown eyes fool you, Hank's a dog possessed once he gets the sight or scent of wild turkeys. He loves to flush and fetch them, like this hen he did both with last weekend.

Don't let the soft brown eyes fool you, Hank's a dog possessed once he gets the sight or scent of wild turkeys. He loves to flush and fetch them, like this hen he did both with last weekend.

I guess his addiction, and that’s what it is, really, is because the birds are so big and provide so much scent. That he often finds them in flocks of 100 or more probably adds to his excitement.

At home he’s been nicknamed Eeyore  because he’s so laid-back around the house. Hank’s easily controllable when hunting waterfowl or pheasants.

Tuesday afteroon I was trying to get some good pictures of Hank rushing and flushing a big flock of turkeys. We’d seen a bunch of about 60 or so cross a ridge and hustled that way.

When we popped over the ridge I released him from heal thinking he’d be into the birds within a few yards.

No turkeys were in that valley. Hank found their scent and was off at full-speed.

I watched him charge up one ridge then disappear down the otherside. Eventually he was up and over the next. In the distance, maybe a half-mile away, I’m pretty sure I saw turkeys flying in all directions.

A tiny black dot on that far ridge proved to be Hank when I checked it with binoculars. He was looking back in my direction, giving me a “Hey, where were you? I found them!” kind of look.

I met him half-way back and his eyes were still bulging from excitement and his tongue  flapping like line-hung laundry on a windy day as he ran. He took a long drink and cooled his body in a nearby spring.

Sunday’s outdoors page will have more tales of our dog that’s a turkaholic.

Gumbo-thon!

A nasty winter system headed this way.

After Wednesday morning in a blind a bunch of us will be gathering for an annual lunch together as duck, pheasant, quail and turkey seasons come to an end.

Sounds like perfect conditions for a gumbothon!

I like many kinds of cooking but none more than throwing together a monster batch of gumbo.

That there are no real rules for a batch of the Cajun classic is a major attraction. It’s also fun to make it into monster-sized batches.

Most times I just walk out to our deep freeze and gather up an arm load of whatever I find.

The batch I made over the weekend includes the breast meat from a wild turkey gobbler we got last spring and the thighs from two young birds I shot this winter.

There’s also a wild pig roast, a dandy elk roast and four pounds of tube sausage.

I had to slum it and buy this year’s sausage. Most years I have a bunch of spicy brats or Polish sausage made from a wild pig. Last year Ed Markel contributed some danged fine homemade elk sausage that worked great.

I base my batches on some gumbo lessons from good friend Margaret Simien. She’s the mother of  former KU All-American basketball player Wayne Simien, Jr.   Every media report I ever read listed gumbo as his favored food.

I can see why.

Margaret learned to make gumbo from Wayne Sr.’s mother, a Louisiana native. Wayne’s family concedes that Kansas –born Margaret makes the finest gumbo in the family.

Here are the basics for a normal-sized batch, one that would feed about six people.

I basically did everything about 4X for Wednesday’s feast. Leftovers freeze well. Jerrod likes to take a small container to work and eat it with a package of microwave rice.

ALL-AMERICAN GUMBO

1 stalk of celery

1 large onion

1 lb. tube sausage (Johnsonville makes a New Orleans-style that’s great.)

2 chicken breasts*

garlic powder

Cajun seasoning

Seasoning salt

4-6 oz. roux *

file *

1-2 cups shrimp

*Most cookbooks have recipes for making homemade roux. I use Savoie’s instant roux that I order from www.cajungrocer.com. You can also order some amazing sausage from them, too.

*File is basically ground sassafras leaves used to thicken gumbo. It’s optional and can be found at some local grocery stores or online.

*Pheasant breasts and thighs work great in gumbo as does wild turkey. Most of my mega-batches have a venison roast or two.

Cut meat and veggies into bite-sized pieces and place in a large pot. Add enough water to cover the veggies and meat. Heat to a slow boil, stirring often.

Sprinkle liberally with garlic salt, Cajun seasoning and seasoning salt.

While it’s simmering, prepare the roux. If using instant roux boil about one quart of water and mix in the instant roux and stir and whisk until it’s totally disolved. Add to gumbo.

Let simmer another 20-30 minutes, stirring occassionally. Sample the broth. If it needs more “kick” sprinkle on more Cajun seasoning. If it needs more salt, add seasoning salt.

Cook rice, figuring about ¾  cup per serving of gumbo.

Add about 1 tbs. of file and stir into the pot of gumbo while you add the shrimp.

When serving, place rice in the bottom of a bowl and pour over the gumbo.

Other tips –

I like to make my gumbo two or three days in advance so the seasoning can work through all of the ingredients. If possible I’ll let it sit in the cooking pot in the garage or other cool place.

Again, there are no rules so get creative with the ingredients. Some use a lot of okra and others add peanuts. Rod Steven tells of adding shelled whole boiled eggs to the gumbo and putting one in each serving bowl.

Get creative, making each batch unlike any other is much of the fun.

So, while you’re eating your normal lunch Wednesday afternoon think of four good hunting buddies and a smattering of friends/landowners  and spouses coming in from the cold and sitting down to bowls of steaming gumbo.

I promise you, we’ll be having a great time.

Spring had sprung – for a few days

For the past few weeks we’ve been in the kind of winter Kansans won’t forget. Later this week we’re supposed to get more bitter cold and snow.

But in between we had a few days of false spring.

Saturday a buddy saw two live frogs on a muddy road. I saw the remnants of where something had eaten most of a garter snake the day before. In a spot where the sun hit and wind didn’t I saw a few flying insects buzzing around that afternoon.

Several friends reported hearing male cardinals singing at their best at dawn and dusk. While duck hunting we heard male pintails making the peeping call they use to attract the hens.

Though it seems out of place none of the above is unusual.

I’ve seen snakes active in Kansas all 12 months of the year. It’s the same with insects. Male cardinals seem to need little prodding to break-out into their pretty calls.

But they won’t be anywhere to be heard or found when the temps drop and the snowflakes fly later this week.

But they’ll be back. Much of nature is as ready for spring as we are.

Finally, some sun

People seem to be walking with a little extra spring in their step this afternoon.

Most I’ve talked to have commented on how nice it is to finally see some sunshine.

It has been quite the run of days with fog or heavy clouds. Wow, and it was so danged cold before that.

No, Wyatt, a golden retriever, isn't depressed because of Friday morning's fog. He's patiently waiting until his services are needed retrieving geese. You can read about his Friday morning hunt on Kansas.com/outdoors Sunda morning.

No, Wyatt, a golden retriever, isn't depressed because of Friday morning's fog. He's patiently waiting until his services are needed retrieving geese. You can read about his Friday morning hunt on Kansas.com/outdoors Sunday morning.

This afternoon’s sun is coming none too soon.

Lately I’ve noticed several people grouchier than normal. I’ve probably been even grouchier than usual – which is saying something.

Just ask my dog.

But six of us who hunted geese south of Haysville this morning have no reason to be in bad moods.

We easily got our combined limits of 18 Canada geese and saw many thousands more.

An article on the hunt will run at www.kansas.com/outdoors Sunday morning.

Hopefully we’ll be having plenty of sunshine.