Joe Mitchell Mossy Oak Properties of Pennsylvania

@Rocket1_Racing Solid win! Congrats Brandon, Mark and team!

Great night for the Rocket 1 team at Fairbury. Congratulations to what looks like our team Car, but a throwback of the original house car. Tyler Peterson won at Oglevie SPEEDWAY.

Living on turkey time.🦃

The American deer camp was, between approximately 1880 and 1990, the autumn ritual of every rural family in the upper Midwest, the Northeast, and the Appalachians. A cabin in the woods. Three or four men, three generations sometimes, who got there on the Friday before opening day, lit the wood stove, drank coffee that had been on the burner since 4am, played cards, told the same stories they had told the year before, and went out at first light on Saturday with rifles their grandfathers had owned. A buck taken cleanly with one shot. Field-dressed in the snow. Hung in the woodshed. Butchered the next weekend in the garage with the family. Forty pounds of venison in the chest freezer. Steaks for the winter. Sausage made by the grandfather with a recipe nobody had written down. A roast for Thanksgiving. The hide tanned and turned into mittens for the youngest grandson. The deer was free. The freezer was full. The boys learned to shoot, to clean a rifle, to gut an animal, to butcher it, to thank the woods for the deer, to be quiet for hours at dawn in the cold and notice things. Roughly 14 million Americans hunted in 1980. By 2020 that number was 11.5 million, and the average hunter age had risen from 35 to 51. The next generation is not coming up. Suburbanization removed the woods from the back door. Liability fears closed private lands. Public hunting access shrank. Time pressure on working families killed the long weekend at camp. The cultural drift made hunting socially suspect, then unfashionable, then, in some quarters, taboo. The number of American teenagers who have ever fired a rifle, gutted an animal, or watched their grandfather butcher a deer in the garage on a November Sunday afternoon is, in 2026, statistically vanishing. The freezer that used to be full of free, lean, grass-fed wild protein is full of ground beef from a Smithfield CAFO in Iowa. The skill is one generation deep. If the grandfather did not pass it to the father, and the father did not pass it to the son, the chain is broken. YouTube is, at the moment, where the few remaining young hunters are getting most of their training. A small American tradition that fed families for a century, taught a sequence of practical and moral lessons no textbook can replace, and connected three generations to the land their ancestors lived on, is closing down quietly, camp by camp, season by season. The cabin is still there. The stove still works. The buck is still in the woods. The grandfather is in the cemetery on the hill above the cabin. He cannot take the boy himself. Somebody else has to.

Less paperwork. More opportunity. A real shot at Pennsylvania elk. 2026-27 PA elk license applications go on sale this Friday, May 1, with a deadline of July 12 at 11:59 p.m. Find details like the new hunt zones, how to apply and more, at: bit.ly/HuntElkPA.

My Nephew Conner smashed one on the PA mentored youth gobbler day. Nice shot my my man! Uncle Joe approved 👌

Good luck to all the PA youth gobbler hunters! 🦃 Cheek down and squeeze. 😊

What’s the swelling in this tom’s neck? Likely trauma causing the cervical air sac to swell. Air sacs in the body are an important part of a turkey’s respiratory system, but in this case, an injury can create quite an oddity! @wildturkeylab

Proud to support this great day!

@BassProShops More natural the better

In your opinion, what is the best spring bait color?