tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29174608406094158892024-03-21T09:19:21.389-04:00Traditional "Know How"These posts will chronicle my journey as a fatally nostalgic masochist. I am continually drawn to the "old ways" and history, methods, and means of the low technology past. two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-13981627385697959412024-02-22T12:03:00.001-05:002024-02-22T12:04:32.995-05:00Hunting the Hard Way - Why do it?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wq_IDhL_7a1HnwDqv9DRHLKNAaqhyNvyNyDyegWM1jLDYWjUFvtM1yws-e8cU7zCQ0FoXT3EtBEk3gtBnErIArf-YVVTgd7O7xS9FQemcy90nEbLf6k3iWgTt0DZvIkKKRu6HzUjwO9CJ4UUqZp9ZrHp1dSILP52lsjoCeJpSd51VAja8jqvBlbzOtZ1/s1024/goose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wq_IDhL_7a1HnwDqv9DRHLKNAaqhyNvyNyDyegWM1jLDYWjUFvtM1yws-e8cU7zCQ0FoXT3EtBEk3gtBnErIArf-YVVTgd7O7xS9FQemcy90nEbLf6k3iWgTt0DZvIkKKRu6HzUjwO9CJ4UUqZp9ZrHp1dSILP52lsjoCeJpSd51VAja8jqvBlbzOtZ1/w480-h640/goose.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">A reported 13.7 million Americans
hunt some form of wildlife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About half
of that number bowhunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only 2.6 million
use traditional gear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From my own observations
at gatherings only about 5% of the traditional community uses the American
Semi-Longbow or Hill style bow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think
it would be generous to say 50% of that number were shooting a back
quiver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Probably, less than 50% of those
use one to hunt with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crunching those
numbers, I am only one of several thousand hunters in the country who chooses
to hunt with the equipment I do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Throw
in my propensity to hunt from the ground and shy away from camouflage and the
numbers get really small.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, as far as
hunters go, I am truly an odd duck, or the “few elite” as I like to see it. Interestingly
enough, just 65 years ago, I would be among the majority of archery hunters on
the cutting edge of technology.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So, one
could ask, Why do it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why take the hard
way?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why spend hours and hours
practicing my shooting, sharpening my stalking skills, researching plants and
trees that game prefers, travel great distances to partake in unguided hunts,
practice my calls on my way into work each day… and through all of this,
usually come home empty handed. Why, when you could make things much easier?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
answer is something inside of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There is
a feeling and satisfaction that only the longbow hunter knows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A point when you stop directly interacting
with the woods, and you become a part of the woods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like an out of body experience, you are
there, but you are not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see the
animals in their natural state away from the human eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This feeling triggers primal endorphins that
leave some, like myself, hooked and starving for more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As my
personal journey continued, this feeling wasn’t enough from 25 feet high in a
tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to be closer, more in
touch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted things more on my
terms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The gadgets and crutches pedaled
by the outdoor industry became less desirable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I wanted to be successful using my skills and knowledge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quickly, I figured out that I didn’t need a
backpack full of gear to kill a whitetail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In fact, some of that stuff made it harder!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried more and more hunting from the
ground, and I became better and better at getting opportunities that way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started trying to stalk game I saw instead
of waiting for them to “come into my shooting lane”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My gear changed as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Simplicity became the appealing virtue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My bow evolved into a simple long elegant and
delicate bamboo laminated longbow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Suddenly I didn’t have to wait for that deer to stop in my shooting
lane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could hit things that were
moving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wow was this getting fun!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now I sit
down in my basement workshop and look up at various “trophies” hanging on the
wall and notice the lack of huge mule deer and elk antlers, no P&W sized
antlers, nothing that most modern hunters would say were “impressive”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is if they don’t consider any of the
how.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The struggles, the effort, the
missed opportunities, the ones just out of range, and the misses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All this makes up for it all in the long
run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each one is something special in
the journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would not trade any of
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4K28DD6ByxTqlfhSsUXV3HNWXU2MQLuizLvVooYqUMeMqy71adZ0iXp_5XZiqPkogoGEfmp_PeHetSZUCyMjVp_whev_5mwH-i2SF_kwLH1u-tyla9h-KQ6ExiN_6afBTXB3Qw5WIfEl3ZAL1rQdGx_qWpCy_7hSks0Qz4OiOSkFXMdnejiQlvkuqtJbd/s1598/sq22form.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1598" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4K28DD6ByxTqlfhSsUXV3HNWXU2MQLuizLvVooYqUMeMqy71adZ0iXp_5XZiqPkogoGEfmp_PeHetSZUCyMjVp_whev_5mwH-i2SF_kwLH1u-tyla9h-KQ6ExiN_6afBTXB3Qw5WIfEl3ZAL1rQdGx_qWpCy_7hSks0Qz4OiOSkFXMdnejiQlvkuqtJbd/w640-h602/sq22form.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-20839180329852439442024-01-31T08:48:00.000-05:002024-01-31T08:48:00.269-05:00Benefits of a Higher Draw Weight Longbow for Hunting<p>Taking a sample of data found in my collection of vintage Traditional Bowhunter Magazine Harvest gallery write ups, I was able to compile approximately 130 listings where bow draw weight was recorded. The resulting table below of average draw weights from successful hunters demonstrates how hunting draw weights have reduced from the 1990's<br /></p><p><img alt="" 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/> </p><p>In the 1980's the majority of hunters shot more than 55 pounds of draw weight for hunting. It is a rarity to find a Hill style longbow made by folks like John Schulz, Louie Armbruster, Pete George even in the 50 pound range. Most bows you find are in the 65-85 pound range. While learning good form it is important for beginners to have a comfortable lower draw weight, however once you learn to shoot consistently there are many benefits to hunting with a little more "umph". The current low poundage trend has swung the draw weight averages far to the other end of the spectrum. While it is true that modern high performance archery gear is a little more efficient now than some of these older bows, I still believe in then the old adage of, "for hunting shoot the highest draw weight you can comfortably pull". I will attempt to explain that a little, and communicate what value I have found in going "against the grain" and working into a higher draw weight. <br /></p><p>Choosing a draw weight that is "comfortable" for the individual is the key. No one range or optimal weight can be determined for all hunters. Differences in health, age, strength, injury history, general physical ability all play a factor. Since higher draw weight is subjective, and has changed throughout the preceding years, for the purposes of this article I will define it as draw weight at, and above, 55 pounds at your draw length. <br /></p><p>The first consideration is to look at your ultimate goals. If you wish to shoot a 300 round, or run a couple 3D courses in a day, or be able to shoot 30-50 arrows at a session, a higher draw weight bow may not make sense. However, if you are a hunter choosing a heavier draw weight has some very real advantages in the field.</p><p>Many folks will immediately fire back with the argument, why should I hunt with higher weights if the lower poundage will still kill most North American game efficiently? While it is true bull moose have been killed successfully with bows, especially more modern and efficient designs with heavy front loaded EFOC arrows, I propose that you may desire some of the other benefits that higher poundages offer.</p><p>First and foremost is Kinetic Energy (KE) and penetration. Nothing adds to ease of blood trailing than 2 holes from which to leak. Getting a pass through when the shot is perfect and only through the rib cage can be done easily with sub 45 pound bows, but what happens when our shot is not perfect and bone is hit. I prefer being able to punch through the offside leg if possible and get that other hole leaking outside the cavity. How about punching through the spine? The energy that is retained in the arrow is directly proportional to the speed and mass of the arrow. If you play around with the spine calculators enough you will soon realize how much increasing your draw weight adds to the KE equation without loading your arrow weight and adversely affecting trajectory. <br /></p><p>Speaking of arrow trajectory, that is the next big benefit to increased draw weight. While it is true most hunting shots are under 20 couple yards, being able to shoot flatter can transmit to more opportunities if you put in the practice work to be proficient at those ranges. A flat shooting trajectory just helps make that shot more accurate which is why target archers typically use very light arrows. I recently shot a buck that was much farther than I usually shoot. I didn't realize the distance but only that I was confident I could hit it. I made a darn good shot and he was down in seconds, but when I paced it off later it was 38 steps uphill back to my tree! If I had been shooting my old 48 pound bow the shot would have probably been too low. To boot, my arrow went completely through both front shoulders and made two holes.</p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #242424; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QM_M8dwzScXY9U0KqpCcnbT-MZnYSt2rxzzEzAvbzSul4uVdEFRAZ7-4McwoH3QgX0eFW2f8EE6TWR5X-5BDuWMt_80vCl5CD6hZQI6YEAgS4rJAut-tZ_xPTEYrNp1QSPjxHsfx3cJw1jMDMNID8m7LleVkHZx9-yjWns0U2aGGqlaS3tCCt001Jj65/s640/resized1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QM_M8dwzScXY9U0KqpCcnbT-MZnYSt2rxzzEzAvbzSul4uVdEFRAZ7-4McwoH3QgX0eFW2f8EE6TWR5X-5BDuWMt_80vCl5CD6hZQI6YEAgS4rJAut-tZ_xPTEYrNp1QSPjxHsfx3cJw1jMDMNID8m7LleVkHZx9-yjWns0U2aGGqlaS3tCCt001Jj65/w640-h480/resized1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>* This deer was shot with a 62# longbow at a range of 38 steps and I had two holes through both shoulders with a H. Hill head. <br /><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">When
I was working up in draw weight I was careful to continue my good form,
or what I thought was good form. I learned quickly that heavy weights
call for a lower draw. It is easier for you to pull a heavy weight
down near your chest, rather than up near your ears. I realized my form
wasn't as good or as strong as it needed to be. I was "muscling " the
lower poundages and that fact was hidden by a lower weight. The heavy
practice allowed me to listen and correct my drawing alignment issues
and use more back tension. Bonus! The heavy weights do not cure a lot
of ills with your shooting, but they do improve success if you are
shooting them with good form and not flinging haphazardly. There are
many older gentlemen I know that are over 60 and 70 years old and still
shoot very heavy draw weights. I think that some of this success and
avoidance of injury is due to the swing draw as taught by Hill and
Schulz. This draw starts low where </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">shoulder
position leads to increased leverage. The popular target style of the
set straight arm target style places the arm and shoulder in a
compromised position for the weight. When you look at doing rows at the
gym, your arms are low at chest height to get that power. If you lean
forward and lower your head, keep that bow arm with a slight bend and
the draw lower, I believe this will allow an easier heavy draw without
the risk of injury. Just keep in mind that shooting a heavy bow is not
something you work into overnight. You need to incorporate stretching
and slow progress upwards. Make certain you are in control at all times
and come to full draw. I cut my broadheads and judo points so the back
of the head is against my finger as a draw check while building up (and
actually for hunting as well). This is a built in draw check and
clicker. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCTmcL3FMDbQCQpdCWPQLI-0GVKE_StTiXoItIWrgBjQTzd9hD9BDnTKvvmHRYYBh4L89YM91uoUfUGxcVLaZgiV4jg2BjrnvUkgXvjCvcrhy72XaeGM7T_fFc_xiKPx-kzq09oQi3HUlkaz3qbfXXnawQtB1USpz6F2nLtrT-11aAuoLGEgiRmQp24Do/s1507/Swing%20Draw.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="1507" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCTmcL3FMDbQCQpdCWPQLI-0GVKE_StTiXoItIWrgBjQTzd9hD9BDnTKvvmHRYYBh4L89YM91uoUfUGxcVLaZgiV4jg2BjrnvUkgXvjCvcrhy72XaeGM7T_fFc_xiKPx-kzq09oQi3HUlkaz3qbfXXnawQtB1USpz6F2nLtrT-11aAuoLGEgiRmQp24Do/w640-h300/Swing%20Draw.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">* Hill demonstrating the Swing Draw, note how low the elbow is when the weight starts to build.<br /></span><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> Note
in the series of photos above that the string elbow is far to the rear
when the bow weight starts to build. Is it easier to pull heavy weights
up by your ears, or down low to your chest? If one starts pulling with
the bow arm extended that string elbow is far forward and much weight
is introduced when the shoulder is at its least mechanical advantage. </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">I
propose to draw low and safely, and bring that bow and string up to
anchor.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><img alt="David Dewey's (aka Woodbear) Bows - PaleoPlanet" aria-hidden="false" class="sFlh5c pT0Scc iPVvYb" src="https://farm4.static.flickr.com/3326/4553288595_e1fcdf89ed_b.jpg" style="height: 389px; margin: 0px; max-width: 1024px; width: 847px;" /><img alt="STEP 4 BOW HAND, BOW ARM and PREDRAW STEP 4 BOW HAND, BOW ARM and PREDRAW" class="sFlh5c pT0Scc" data-iml="636907" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQSnKHdgPkt1QPyRSCVZu0-nTMcovL_wAxLedL1xYSGdyLbPV_DOjeeoFjE6ASdek8BbCA&usqp=CAU" style="height: 488px; margin: 0px; max-width: 435px; width: 435px;" /><img alt="KSL International Archery" class="sFlh5c pT0Scc" data-iml="92701" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIcimgosDV6NfT-VoQjdA7RsWlkfArJkJT-g&usqp=CAU" style="height: 535px; margin: 0.5px 0px; max-width: 657px; width: 657px;" /></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Note the high elbow and poor shoulder position for pulling heavier weight in this classic target stiff arm high draw. Try this with a heavier weight and it will be more difficult and you will be more prone to shoulder injury. </span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Heavier
bows also assist with the cleanliness of the loose. The heft pushes
those fingers out of the way with less chance of string deflection
issues. This help could pay dividends with stressed shooting at game
and with those unorthodox shot positions that the Hill style longbow
also makes easier. All this leads to better chance of hitting game in
the woods. As long as your not suffering from Target Panic (TP) and let
me broach that issue next. </span></p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">It
is commonly known that lowering draw weight may help one address TP
issues. I do not disagree, however I will propose that lowering draw
weight is not a "fix all" for TP either. Eventually even the lower
weights will display TP issues if the shot is not corrected. The real
fix is your shot process, the weight you pull is not the determining
factor for beating TP. I will propose that the problem is between the
ears, not between the shoulders. If you start to have issues with TP,
lower your weight and fix your shot first. Draw and hold with your back
muscles only. Then, move back up in weight to hunt. You can just as
easily get TP at 45, 40, or even 35 pounds. To me the biggest thing is
using the correct back tension and low draw to hold that weight
properly.</span><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"> In short, shooting a heavier draw weight taught me better mechanics, the swing draw was the guide. </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14.6667px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> Hill shot 60 plus pounds toward the end of his life as did Fred
Bear, why can't most handle those weights now? Maybe we should stop promoting the lowest poundage we can, and follow the old advice of the heaviest draw weight for hunting we can handle. <br /></span></p><p></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-51455655103858650592023-11-17T16:09:00.000-05:002023-11-17T16:09:05.972-05:002023 Eastern Shore Maryland AFI Duck Camp<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYVmcSAp6lFl4Kh2mhUffnC81az4LqWhmNS4oqGJ_t9yaoNLV_epBSPOdvKyE4DWeeSlYV3WkESywC8Nw6KGx5LNUDKfm_S8pvL-fhM6QG76_Cbqz3zocQsIcrECwOxH5TTR4hKv8g5QOPF7UC7UOf__k8u9LV-ehC3mPzVoa7cGlNbgsPSvd3rfM5YnO/s940/2023_Eastern_Shore_AFI_Duck_Camp_-_Social.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYVmcSAp6lFl4Kh2mhUffnC81az4LqWhmNS4oqGJ_t9yaoNLV_epBSPOdvKyE4DWeeSlYV3WkESywC8Nw6KGx5LNUDKfm_S8pvL-fhM6QG76_Cbqz3zocQsIcrECwOxH5TTR4hKv8g5QOPF7UC7UOf__k8u9LV-ehC3mPzVoa7cGlNbgsPSvd3rfM5YnO/w640-h536/2023_Eastern_Shore_AFI_Duck_Camp_-_Social.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>I was fortunate enough to have been chosen one of the four veterans to participate in this unique opportunity. It had been many years since I last hunted ducks, and being a motivated DIY'er I had never been on a guided hunt before. </p><p>I can't say enough about the great experiences I had with Wingman Guide Service. Joshua Bourne runs a fantastic operation, and it is evident his service is a passion, not just a business for him. </p><p>I arrived to a wonderfully furnished house and made to feel welcome by a truly family run operation. I was provided with a snack of bacon wrapped marinated jalapeno duck poppers as we enjoyed lively conversation around the blazing fire pit. After a hearty feast of mashed taters and pot roast for dinner, all the prior service vets discussed our "war stories" probably a little later than we should have stayed awake.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoVKbebK53WehrXU_puEgpZNn1-xx0hl7a5vPymZMd9rgI52bBRsKTgsrWjFAGelsV01DI0pr5nrIp7hrs4mbZQWe9Nea-IFu9rhMJF7gYBOILiig770H2BozZI8Sgsu_Bjnufq0l8IRsjnmsaWkSnWkS9bRq0v_hlqZYSpvCYJ5ujD8R9VSWF2_V5wPh/s4032/IMG_0260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqoVKbebK53WehrXU_puEgpZNn1-xx0hl7a5vPymZMd9rgI52bBRsKTgsrWjFAGelsV01DI0pr5nrIp7hrs4mbZQWe9Nea-IFu9rhMJF7gYBOILiig770H2BozZI8Sgsu_Bjnufq0l8IRsjnmsaWkSnWkS9bRq0v_hlqZYSpvCYJ5ujD8R9VSWF2_V5wPh/w640-h480/IMG_0260.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK-buWCCioTjWyPbdyfsGBHaqeBEbHFlutGZmpvy2kU9Eg-lzfEQd_CkuDK2AuYqOFckxul1GAZJAvpCAZR4xmY6kATUSC0Ou8Bw8-aberbT1rH3FRbDIg_uMuP57EoxApG-TmjgBqFdtCAzIMSBw0bmVY0TlyQfcaahD2Xx_vWLpPTvZEK-E6_X0ng6b/s1280/IMG_7311.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="1280" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK-buWCCioTjWyPbdyfsGBHaqeBEbHFlutGZmpvy2kU9Eg-lzfEQd_CkuDK2AuYqOFckxul1GAZJAvpCAZR4xmY6kATUSC0Ou8Bw8-aberbT1rH3FRbDIg_uMuP57EoxApG-TmjgBqFdtCAzIMSBw0bmVY0TlyQfcaahD2Xx_vWLpPTvZEK-E6_X0ng6b/w640-h556/IMG_7311.JPEG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>At 0300 Joshua was up early whipping up a fine breakfast complete with potatoes, eggs, toast, sausage, and hot coffee. We were ready to hit the water by 0500 well fed and excited for the adventure.</p><p>The weather this day was challenging, but our capable guides knew an area where they had not pressured birds and their knowledge of the vast marshes proved invaluable. After the 30-minute boat ride we started to put out our set just at first grey light. Soon we were nestled in our little floating island between two decoy sets and ready to watch the skies.</p><p>Lack of wind and clear conditions made it challenging to predict the travel and direction birds would come in, as they pretty much had any angle they wanted. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6WNh4azjGFPvDVsWULCpW4WzRN3FLZgQzZMivqQjhAm_xAEytY5tXsBdRVPNtjGj2epYttSAEK_Akt-BSdXJMd2qVx8pHQ-o1eIc29eW3kGqfwoHwbmj0rrQj9qS1tcTG0t82TtB1hWWDVqIUzxhyWdblrka-vP369_nAkDoGptXcB3ciIogyfhhF1y_/s3088/IMG_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6WNh4azjGFPvDVsWULCpW4WzRN3FLZgQzZMivqQjhAm_xAEytY5tXsBdRVPNtjGj2epYttSAEK_Akt-BSdXJMd2qVx8pHQ-o1eIc29eW3kGqfwoHwbmj0rrQj9qS1tcTG0t82TtB1hWWDVqIUzxhyWdblrka-vP369_nAkDoGptXcB3ciIogyfhhF1y_/w480-h640/IMG_0253.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Soon we were rewarded with birds and had several good opportunities in these really bright and clear conditions. My shotgun wing shooting was a little rusty at first, but I was finally rewarded with a lone bufflehead that came streaking in over my direction just over the water and swinging from left to right was I fold it with a single blast as the others watched. That one did feel good!</p><p>We ended the morning with six birds along with a interesting bluebill duck in the mix. </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQV0z1s2lyGxvaUAJxjnQwxzZl90Upg01i29mljlZGdZiEOXsaErDsZEcbDRq3vA7rcbgeN5-M4rGH-XWvxuZ-LIVoGa10n41hD1OJjgKFuxs02W-hSsXuHsKVNI1FaDI8FrfmP2uZM7f4rHAbIg9rgfEERGwXeQjc3WPHAlVRCoQPM7ITP8i3NDkCHsoP/s4032/IMG_0258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQV0z1s2lyGxvaUAJxjnQwxzZl90Upg01i29mljlZGdZiEOXsaErDsZEcbDRq3vA7rcbgeN5-M4rGH-XWvxuZ-LIVoGa10n41hD1OJjgKFuxs02W-hSsXuHsKVNI1FaDI8FrfmP2uZM7f4rHAbIg9rgfEERGwXeQjc3WPHAlVRCoQPM7ITP8i3NDkCHsoP/w640-h480/IMG_0258.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Getting six birds in tough "fowl" conditions was pretty successful!<br /></p><p>I had to bid all adieu fairly early to pick up my son from school, but I thanked Joshua and his son for such a super time and great guide skills. Said goodbye to my new veteran brothers from the hunt. This BHA AFI program and the generous donation by Wingman Guide Service was a great experience. I highly recommend and thank all involved! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYHWHGJQ9M1n86I2pflcoFEJN159YTq-VXsfeCsbnOlUkNw90ntuJTunfvZWCm8ajEKCZ_jtf6xyj1KBz6CUsvKfKZ8SlXDeMAYv8hVt55Czrwvfg4BilDOgBOIx_vvihNHSHU_XOL9y2Li5QS2AfPVUSVuZx0HIUjxUeAGz-Rr3iIoMVJ90nRxrtK-IP/s2016/IMG_7314.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYHWHGJQ9M1n86I2pflcoFEJN159YTq-VXsfeCsbnOlUkNw90ntuJTunfvZWCm8ajEKCZ_jtf6xyj1KBz6CUsvKfKZ8SlXDeMAYv8hVt55Czrwvfg4BilDOgBOIx_vvihNHSHU_XOL9y2Li5QS2AfPVUSVuZx0HIUjxUeAGz-Rr3iIoMVJ90nRxrtK-IP/w640-h480/IMG_7314.JPEG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-25013705628661466672023-11-08T15:04:00.000-05:002023-11-08T15:04:45.580-05:002023 Traditional Maryland Puiblic Land Deer Camp<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDI7dgKILU5qn-oD5y1YvXSapwvm1qZnx1AP8pQLCWe7wLHbXI85sV7WUlnyMm_MzOsP5XCXCZn6O_1lmz15N3cXbWzQOC_PYkCLbM0LvK1FBhAbfgQKkjvbM6RRWkk2NhA17i3m9kKpHF-HMz6s-DrBfTgVg5cT6UBa89qIytYIUYU4AB2xMc9m0Zm6Iq/s4032/IMG_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDI7dgKILU5qn-oD5y1YvXSapwvm1qZnx1AP8pQLCWe7wLHbXI85sV7WUlnyMm_MzOsP5XCXCZn6O_1lmz15N3cXbWzQOC_PYkCLbM0LvK1FBhAbfgQKkjvbM6RRWkk2NhA17i3m9kKpHF-HMz6s-DrBfTgVg5cT6UBa89qIytYIUYU4AB2xMc9m0Zm6Iq/w640-h480/IMG_0202.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span id="post_message_1336288192"></span><p></p><div>Well another year in
the books for the annual western MD trad deer camp. Only 3 traditional
shooters this year due to a variety of reasons including illness etc. </div><div> </div><div>As
usual it was a hard hunt in the hungry public woods, but the group
managed to again draw blood when my brother Chris shot this little 8
point and we had the meat pole in use again. </div><div> </div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_W3sBqYLc8NXxtPxpAAnL2frWyNULAYc_I-WcAkE8P4UCnX_Mz2Bg6lXONCerZ56aIaDXFE-UtTdK34nxnBdZekgvfBfM3ddvaS8vsfem7IlOHhWhBS8U13emV_5C7Jp9dPUJMc0yITpoXyelrXtLUljQHYJ2mYgD52RKf1jtjc1FyVbEjV3u1X_8qLAT/s4032/IMG_0207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_W3sBqYLc8NXxtPxpAAnL2frWyNULAYc_I-WcAkE8P4UCnX_Mz2Bg6lXONCerZ56aIaDXFE-UtTdK34nxnBdZekgvfBfM3ddvaS8vsfem7IlOHhWhBS8U13emV_5C7Jp9dPUJMc0yITpoXyelrXtLUljQHYJ2mYgD52RKf1jtjc1FyVbEjV3u1X_8qLAT/w640-h480/IMG_0207.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>Cold weather had them moving.</div><div> </div><div>I
passed up a 2 inch spike who ran a doe and fawn within 10 yards of me
on the first day and lots of small bucks chasing out of range the rest
of the hunt.</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2jbDYPHJNE-U4PC-lS6CdohGeXuGMx0Xv1oUk-dTmsbOemV1gsVbHGHS3WqneMdAHhtSuXRuCU0CPwTqZgg2XZe0sIGxDaBAwPQp7q7G07Qsfnb7SrqnmOrGC1hOzTnxgZFZucoHJkmIRnNApPzJtDn3OH46cOmivsw-hi3BaNIMEcSXakcxr5CMflZz/s4032/IMG_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2jbDYPHJNE-U4PC-lS6CdohGeXuGMx0Xv1oUk-dTmsbOemV1gsVbHGHS3WqneMdAHhtSuXRuCU0CPwTqZgg2XZe0sIGxDaBAwPQp7q7G07Qsfnb7SrqnmOrGC1hOzTnxgZFZucoHJkmIRnNApPzJtDn3OH46cOmivsw-hi3BaNIMEcSXakcxr5CMflZz/w480-h640/IMG_0200.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /> </div><div> </div><div>Dan brought some Polish beer from New Jersey and we ate well. Roasted a leg of lamb on the fire one afternoon.</div><div> </div><div>Was a good time despite the low turnout.</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimIeF8j9yzhZKuJN3N6bOaoC0ek78FUB3vLh0I2x5bdkjdyCmGxxzpYlnEcuFGy5i71e5Zrdnm20H4UlMisEeFBhaFXoAfpse4OY9eWvnu3Rrl-b0rMbL1wXf9zK8dWU18MOBlM1mOJ2EZo3bPo5t4ozHdIuBfHfjIg139q7kBfqTgILlLquBH5BCfu2Xu/s4032/USPN8887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimIeF8j9yzhZKuJN3N6bOaoC0ek78FUB3vLh0I2x5bdkjdyCmGxxzpYlnEcuFGy5i71e5Zrdnm20H4UlMisEeFBhaFXoAfpse4OY9eWvnu3Rrl-b0rMbL1wXf9zK8dWU18MOBlM1mOJ2EZo3bPo5t4ozHdIuBfHfjIg139q7kBfqTgILlLquBH5BCfu2Xu/w480-h640/USPN8887.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0aCtHCmGR2gfs-Dey2ROBvCVDXNdvdTsuwo41KbVBEMJ6VnmcNNYevWnJj9mUsb8bcINBiNqZV1bKw9gnEmpn-S1lTYwEpasMLvTCHvueZlDoMU8uUIrBvyclBXk0Zk3msmb6uadYG3oa83R0HQrnIB3w_eFtLLpm45pU-q918niZVOgvtHru4QSJjYq/s4032/IMG_0209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">After 5 years of hunting the one week, no scent no bait, MD bear season in the past without a single sighting even...I got a good shot at one and a lucky bear was educated. </span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> </div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7n_r9ngMxkuaG5U817Ls3W90kdVRY0eE-NtehwFgpUH2Inzynifa9MnJ92RjhCmLKJXS6963GXgns85ekksKs3r2eMIykvmmeX3QSDBXvxmQb9KRHthK8TV4zLBeMeBJlmA4QC4HxyHwwM72B0INcvj-W8EZa5HsHCKFG0tgINGcoSfydRht_jf5SVQZX/s640/simple%20camp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7n_r9ngMxkuaG5U817Ls3W90kdVRY0eE-NtehwFgpUH2Inzynifa9MnJ92RjhCmLKJXS6963GXgns85ekksKs3r2eMIykvmmeX3QSDBXvxmQb9KRHthK8TV4zLBeMeBJlmA4QC4HxyHwwM72B0INcvj-W8EZa5HsHCKFG0tgINGcoSfydRht_jf5SVQZX/w480-h640/simple%20camp.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">The Terrain was a steep Mountain area that has a fire trail running parallel to the ridge line about halfway up. There is an old abandoned farm and orchard downhill from the fire road and steep hardwoods above.</span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">3 of us went in the fire road at first light. Walt went uphill first and set up along the ridge. Brent and I kept going until we reached the access to the farm. I went uphill and set up in this bench area. Just walked in and straddled a blow down near the root ball. No cell service at camp but signal up on the mountain so I checked my phone, and of course that is when I heard a branch snap. Brent had gone down the fire road that turned around a bend from where I went up and was still hunting. He must have pushed the bear, but he never saw it. </span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> </div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ErsrhArXS4RomzjWDS380hVCA94gYj239MiKVM3YmrNQIVm8Xj3q328yRM8GrY5wljKmp_o8sLHYW1iLNqsp523AV0UxcaQebff_YB4DDEk5CVAPOGm8KXh9aKrISKNrIq77EI3tRmG_Kjke3SrJSl8_cOmYnT4EnTqaX9zCn8ig0zejR_i2aM-s9VgO/s640/no%20justice.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ErsrhArXS4RomzjWDS380hVCA94gYj239MiKVM3YmrNQIVm8Xj3q328yRM8GrY5wljKmp_o8sLHYW1iLNqsp523AV0UxcaQebff_YB4DDEk5CVAPOGm8KXh9aKrISKNrIq77EI3tRmG_Kjke3SrJSl8_cOmYnT4EnTqaX9zCn8ig0zejR_i2aM-s9VgO/w480-h640/no%20justice.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">I heard something running about 60 yards out and tried immediately to see if it was "brown or black". It was black! The good-sized bear looked like it was going to pass above me at about 35 yards on a good trotting gallop pace and I had a window. I thought this maybe my only chance at a shot so as he past a lane I actually pulled back to<span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> <span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">¼</span> draw, but then let down. This is when it took a right and started coming down! I went from afraid it would never get close...to Oh my gosh it is going to run me over in a second! It was still quartering towards me and about to go parallel at only 10 or 12 yards when I drew and picked a spot behind the front leg and the arrow was on the way. I heard a crack and watched in horror as the bear looked towards me and I watched 2 halves of my arrow fly just over the bears back! I said "SH*T" out loud as I reached back and got another arrow on the string. The bear had meanwhile taken to or 3 fast bounds and stopped about 25 yards away quartering hard away and looking back at me. I was flustered by this point and I wanted to try another shot fast and forgot to pick a spot in all the excitement. This was the shot I want back! I aimed at the entire bear and watched my arrow go up over it's rear end and thunk into a tree. I watched the rumpling rear kick up leaves as it careened downhill out of sight towards the thick hedgerows of the farm below the fire road. </span></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">My view of the first shot. <br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; 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font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Wow, you don't know excitement until you are at full draw on a predator that close on the ground! WOW~!</span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The results of the first shot. </span><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You can see the business end of my arrow stuck in that log behind the fletching end.</span><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AZEhj6FA1EZWNv5InR0vxIrJLh_8XNEqoZkReCgC3L_WqaZehpvwDofSz0YMbMG9v2dLQvrftOvf_B5zrtDU-985E8jchIEde5uCeTE-r34YqGBDgTPZAq_OHSo60l1x9j9eTo14moiJ3AY960wjc98SDZxw03BhV-_yQivSzRmiBC33Awl5MjMXqXH6/s640/results%20shot%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AZEhj6FA1EZWNv5InR0vxIrJLh_8XNEqoZkReCgC3L_WqaZehpvwDofSz0YMbMG9v2dLQvrftOvf_B5zrtDU-985E8jchIEde5uCeTE-r34YqGBDgTPZAq_OHSo60l1x9j9eTo14moiJ3AY960wjc98SDZxw03BhV-_yQivSzRmiBC33Awl5MjMXqXH6/w480-h640/results%20shot%201.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">After I dug my second arrow out of the tree (having a pinned head really helps get them out of a tree without the glue line breaking). A doe actually came up and snorted at me from the tapping of my chisel tipped file to dig out the Hill head...I guess she thought I was a woodpecker and got in close to investigate. I tried to head way down the valley and head off the bear but never got to see it again.</span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I am pretty sure I caught a glimpse of another bear on the last evening hunt but again I could not get ahead of the animal i spotted way ahead in a valley.</span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span color="inherit" style="border: 0px none; color: white; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">Now I am excited to get back in 2 days for deer camp!</span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: white;"> </span></div><div class="elementToProof" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border: 0px none; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUAAjPrGI3k1fddHeLfXDAYSYUwSLeSrVzWVaiJNpzAJrlIzwL0DdZmOmAD-z_UOs-BoJJDZcBNgdnQr_LsSU45CxkvvHecLqq_bVR2L1mfzAuNwDQbAxF7Zxl8JueUelsEf1Sk1V4bXbdEsQOJAI-FiOYd8aMUneOnkiCMZZNPAjNeP2sp3ttkALXg2C/s640/pretty!.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUAAjPrGI3k1fddHeLfXDAYSYUwSLeSrVzWVaiJNpzAJrlIzwL0DdZmOmAD-z_UOs-BoJJDZcBNgdnQr_LsSU45CxkvvHecLqq_bVR2L1mfzAuNwDQbAxF7Zxl8JueUelsEf1Sk1V4bXbdEsQOJAI-FiOYd8aMUneOnkiCMZZNPAjNeP2sp3ttkALXg2C/w480-h640/pretty!.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> </div>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-59139644077740649842023-10-25T08:35:00.000-04:002023-10-25T08:35:29.017-04:00My Hill Style Longbow Journey Movie<p> I decided to play around with editing a video of my longbow journey. I had fun putting it together with years and years of old practice film and photos. Who was that young fellow at the beginning? Thanks.</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wWCXMEA3sEs" width="320" youtube-src-id="wWCXMEA3sEs"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-88463139340853241572023-10-03T14:00:00.000-04:002023-10-03T14:00:20.962-04:00Braised Vension Shanks Recipe <p>I've been experimenting lately with ways to make my deer butchering more efficient. Last year I decided to vacuum pack and freeze these two deer shanks whole instead of trimming and grinding it for other uses as I would typically do. Researching Osso Buco recipes, I decided to give the basic principles a try with a whole shank instead of cutting them into rounds. I was very pleased with the results. Because I had a squirrel quartered and frozen, I decided to also add that to the recipe and even a tough old squirrel came out sooo good! I may even do a repeat of just squirrel if I can get a few more. <br /></p><p>This particular cut of meat from a wild deer is about the toughest and most sinewy chunk of meat to cook. It is even a chore to cut it from the bone to feed the grinder! </p><p>The first step I took was to coat the meat copiously in salt and pepper, one could also coat with the flour at this point. I heated up the iron skillet on the outdoor BBQ to sear it, so as not to smoke up the kitchen. A couple teaspoons of olive oil in the pan. Next time I will use a larger skillet also.<br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPViIeTOP643EssBKz7f2J8TTPGUAF_WAkc5G35bEX5-XgoZwtgM10T5GjyLWjLZzbt3iLy1Xzc-aa5CV-sBRrK4Q_tCT6s0tb10CPv00JNqCkMQ1aRPeeaD3_6RUUUqB8m_JBXSgvtTLVbMz93RgCi8G1hvcQ58gKC5L-kLM5MCF1sZ1W-lvZveP1w6Ha/s4032/osso1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPViIeTOP643EssBKz7f2J8TTPGUAF_WAkc5G35bEX5-XgoZwtgM10T5GjyLWjLZzbt3iLy1Xzc-aa5CV-sBRrK4Q_tCT6s0tb10CPv00JNqCkMQ1aRPeeaD3_6RUUUqB8m_JBXSgvtTLVbMz93RgCi8G1hvcQ58gKC5L-kLM5MCF1sZ1W-lvZveP1w6Ha/w640-h480/osso1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZk-ms_QR3GCtthFz15B_hg5KS8N-aqYTkSeiKnBNOFUcnTC7vfvQNJniT6SurXkDFHl98_WBb6wnEq6HLojWvCB1tjy2TePRcZoU2GzSy5OvWlocIQTgAvEN4IhIrAxHeuyAbEc0y44WuopY9bdmtC-iz7WjgPX1YrM9H6J_KbeBw8tUmIMqAstumG6ik/s4032/Osso2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZk-ms_QR3GCtthFz15B_hg5KS8N-aqYTkSeiKnBNOFUcnTC7vfvQNJniT6SurXkDFHl98_WBb6wnEq6HLojWvCB1tjy2TePRcZoU2GzSy5OvWlocIQTgAvEN4IhIrAxHeuyAbEc0y44WuopY9bdmtC-iz7WjgPX1YrM9H6J_KbeBw8tUmIMqAstumG6ik/w480-h640/Osso2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>After browning I de-glazed the pan with a little venison stock that I had previously canned. I poured everything into a large casserole dish with: </p><p>1 cup of wine (I used persimmon wine I had made)</p><p>1 cup of garlic sausage Prego tomato sauce.</p><p>cup or so of diced carrots <br /></p><p>2 cloves of minced garlic</p><p>Half a small sweet onion diced </p><p>1 teaspoon of thyme.</p><p>1 teaspoon of salt</p><p>Ground black pepper</p><p>teaspoon of lemon juice</p><p>2 tablespoons of minced parsley</p><p>1 small can of diced tomato <br /></p><p>1/4 cup of all purpose flour <br /></p><p> </p><p>Here is everything ready for the oven. I put the pan in covered at 325 degrees for around 4 hours. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhodpwtTZzhuAZanjnSk7DDXncGZOsjz3crCMXZiFJ5SNWQcllM2aUNN5wBs9saZr6F9lF4fhyHqrR2ux3J33tA9ceSLeKQfa0aiyx3fTvSRRosXd5Gh9tkgol4RVtcOCUzzuvB4x_hMxvvm547fzqSadMlmLJW4ALW5SpzXmi4fMCzUhT7vttDyggZHB/s4032/Osso5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhodpwtTZzhuAZanjnSk7DDXncGZOsjz3crCMXZiFJ5SNWQcllM2aUNN5wBs9saZr6F9lF4fhyHqrR2ux3J33tA9ceSLeKQfa0aiyx3fTvSRRosXd5Gh9tkgol4RVtcOCUzzuvB4x_hMxvvm547fzqSadMlmLJW4ALW5SpzXmi4fMCzUhT7vttDyggZHB/w640-h480/Osso5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>You could also use a heavy dutch oven, but since I was at home I used the Corningware. This recipe would also work well in the ground slow cooking at camp which I intend to try at some point.</p><p>It came out of the oven looking like this:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcVzh005ERGx9OXYUniiEZ4Hd5OMmdp7WgP7jCXyf7jxyCO5SukNAC_MjYWueq3sImdWYE2VmvQpU1gA2vOG6VzgEh6kycxoFcgkMyGw4J5fL4vn1602MW-x5PK7brRKvpj7C6bDRW8HnPI2_x9dekVYnpPdWagy9O7tW-QPdezmjhpGJrK4-1Kwws_oE/s4032/Osso3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcVzh005ERGx9OXYUniiEZ4Hd5OMmdp7WgP7jCXyf7jxyCO5SukNAC_MjYWueq3sImdWYE2VmvQpU1gA2vOG6VzgEh6kycxoFcgkMyGw4J5fL4vn1602MW-x5PK7brRKvpj7C6bDRW8HnPI2_x9dekVYnpPdWagy9O7tW-QPdezmjhpGJrK4-1Kwws_oE/w640-h480/Osso3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>This dish was super tasty and tender. I was highly pleased and even the squirrel came out fork tender and so very savory. The liquid was just the correct thickness for a light gravy. Pair this with some rice, noodles, or some mashed potatoes and you have a super home cooked meal I would venture to say that even those that "do not like venison" would probably enjoy!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-49237721413896131932023-09-11T13:33:00.000-04:002023-09-11T13:33:29.823-04:00Early Season Success<p>I rarely end up with a deer on my first hunt of the season, but this year it all just came together. I only had a few hours to play because my wife had some social engagements with friends so I stayed close to home. It was close to 8am and already around 70 degrees as I was nestled into a brush blind. It was half pit and half brush and I had to stand to see over the front cover. I was leaned back against the back wall when a doe with 2 spotted fawns came by. I did not want to shoot mama with two fawns so young and dependent so I watched for a while as they fed around me. This is the conditions of early season hunting. The thermacell waft smoke and I was contented to watch the show.</p><p>Then they perked up and I noticed another form coming from the timber. It was another mature doe. This one had no spotted fawns in tow and sported a grey coat as she was in the midst of changing into her winter attire. </p><p>Now this was looking up. She came on in facing me, then after an eternity was broadside. There was a problem though as the two other fawns were behind the doe. Ugh, maybe this was not meant to be. Watching for another eternity, I finally had my opportunity. I drew, picked a spot and watched in horror as my arrow sailed over the doe's back! No!</p><p>Well now everything was alerted and looking directly at me. I froze. After some time I decided to try to get my follow on arrow on the string which I was successful at, but the deer were really spooked. They were there though. I surprised myself again about the unobtrusiveness of the Hill Style longbows twang. </p><p>For what seemed like 2 eternities we all froze. Finally one by the one the two fawns went back to nibbling the browse, then the mama. Finally my grey gal went back to feeding. Eventually she fed broadside once more and I successfully drew and burned a deep hole. Really bearing down, I let fly and saw a good hit. Maybe 2 inches higher than I wanted and the arrow penetration seemed shallow, though I knew with that angle it probably hit the far shoulder / leg.</p><p>I sat down and relaxed listening after the crashing ceased. Maybe 10 minutes later I thought I heard thrashing but the mind can play tricks. </p><p>After my self imposed 45 minute wait, I started out. </p><p>There she was a scant 60 or so yards from the shot. It was a good double lung shot with the 190 grain ribtek. I was impressed with the holes.</p><p>By the time I got her back at the house I was a sweaty mess. She weighed 95 pounds dressed out. I got to work processing and getting her quartered and into my meat refrigerator. I'll be doing some canning again! It is a great start to the year.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxORDpCKRE9qnjaquRz2aR4_8lFaSxfqK2CuPd8xyZ_R4vI4N5ZflhM0l4AyecbnuN3OsHG73-e_8R9fwg4Tuln635flR2VhGUIxt6vJia_2241DuyMWhS259HgwETOyWBvhA42PwIwBD8kwfg-LTVIXpWbFTfovFMe3lfLTcCedZks1Lutq3CTCevsp2/s4032/IMG_0034.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxORDpCKRE9qnjaquRz2aR4_8lFaSxfqK2CuPd8xyZ_R4vI4N5ZflhM0l4AyecbnuN3OsHG73-e_8R9fwg4Tuln635flR2VhGUIxt6vJia_2241DuyMWhS259HgwETOyWBvhA42PwIwBD8kwfg-LTVIXpWbFTfovFMe3lfLTcCedZks1Lutq3CTCevsp2/w640-h480/IMG_0034.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRwrZda7N0j8zvAGaKYgkXIfR4gUjvRX5TSnEdRm0iWIGMplu2urdZJ6eTf0nLmG_Wyo-r58c7NLtwDkVw6MZdC1W2qeCp5CPi5BaUEkQ3M7KDIo0sFSTVRoqF4CxDCFGq8Ucx3QMJFSuFWh4JhqAkE6gXz1jmOZVTTAPaAJQppu8oNTjTjzVxSC9pXaI/s4032/IMG_0049.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRwrZda7N0j8zvAGaKYgkXIfR4gUjvRX5TSnEdRm0iWIGMplu2urdZJ6eTf0nLmG_Wyo-r58c7NLtwDkVw6MZdC1W2qeCp5CPi5BaUEkQ3M7KDIo0sFSTVRoqF4CxDCFGq8Ucx3QMJFSuFWh4JhqAkE6gXz1jmOZVTTAPaAJQppu8oNTjTjzVxSC9pXaI/w480-h640/IMG_0049.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8OPir9Z3hqO5cu8gqpBRPsvdniO7nqG13zMt8gw0VDMkWuy6tYz64WAwIMkGAIZurvH5gxFQApJqApnYeUcMVZcajXvM4dsqZeh9UdkAXPnA3YHtpM8uxSWGLWAJ8Q0crubSJIRUnrsPu-GsD8yDqyXdRYmX93twmcGRUekZEySEBw_c5qWXa_5IWlaG/s4032/IMG_0055.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8OPir9Z3hqO5cu8gqpBRPsvdniO7nqG13zMt8gw0VDMkWuy6tYz64WAwIMkGAIZurvH5gxFQApJqApnYeUcMVZcajXvM4dsqZeh9UdkAXPnA3YHtpM8uxSWGLWAJ8Q0crubSJIRUnrsPu-GsD8yDqyXdRYmX93twmcGRUekZEySEBw_c5qWXa_5IWlaG/w480-h640/IMG_0055.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-42350087672096735822023-09-07T10:54:00.004-04:002023-09-08T15:50:47.248-04:00New SUNSET HILL Blog by Nate Steen<p> I am so happy to learn that Nate Steen of Sunset Hill Longbows and leather has a new blog where he will periodically post information.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2M114Pfa_WzqRvUrYXfwhx8u_1RopsGbp9Y44UnS7rqcgoM1k6OMwdlBgpiIKD3lWgSaAoWf9xHiZ2u4MA0TLYFLi-n_3wkZrJ28mx9_vZCagXEydBgIM9rS58FWFxd7BcEBkvieGWrkMq-mukET20sk86MXstrDa0CM81XejvB_OVXOA-13u70Lwoiu/s4032/Sunset%20resized.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2M114Pfa_WzqRvUrYXfwhx8u_1RopsGbp9Y44UnS7rqcgoM1k6OMwdlBgpiIKD3lWgSaAoWf9xHiZ2u4MA0TLYFLi-n_3wkZrJ28mx9_vZCagXEydBgIM9rS58FWFxd7BcEBkvieGWrkMq-mukET20sk86MXstrDa0CM81XejvB_OVXOA-13u70Lwoiu/w480-h640/Sunset%20resized.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Here is his welcome message and profile info.:</p><p>Hello, I'm Nate Steen. I welcome you to my blog, where my goal is to
discuss Howard Hill style longbows, Wood arrows, and Leather goods.
I'll discuss as time permits, their use in the hunting woods and on the
range, passing along wisdom shared with me by John Schulz. I welcome
your comments to share the knowledge of HIll's simplie method of
shooting and his simple archery tackle and how it can be used to bring
joy and success in your archery endeavors. </p><p> </p><h3 class="post-title"><a href="https://sunsethilllongbowsandleather.blogspot.com/2023/09/welcome-to-sunset-hill-longbow-and.html">Welcome to the Sunset Hill Longbow and Leather blog</a></h3>
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Good day all, welcome to my not so serious blog site, where I will
occasionally, as time permits, post information concerning Howard Hill
style longbows, Leather goods, and other information as it pertains to
the Hill method of shooting a longbow. I'll also discuss my own Sunset
Hill Longbows and tackle. My goal is to share information to help
others understand more fully the simplicity of this style of archery
equipment and the simplicity of the shooting style that goes with it. As
John Schulz once said, "Simplicity is Elegance" and we will definitely
use that approach with this blog. Simplicity of tackle, of shooting
technique, of the entire approach to shooting a longbow and enjoying the
flight of a well-shot arrow to it's mark. Keep checking back and see
what I or others will add... Have a great day shooting the LongBow!
</div><p> </p><p>If you enjoy longbows and the Howard Hill legacy, Nate is the man. Check it out:</p><p><a href="https://sunsethilllongbowsandleather.blogspot.com/">https://sunsethilllongbowsandleather.blogspot.com/</a></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-40016514530223403752023-09-06T08:31:00.003-04:002023-09-06T08:31:58.801-04:00Refurbishing Vintage POC Arrows<p> Refurbishing Vintage POC Arrows</p><p> </p><p>I recently helped an older friend of one of my Great Uncle sell some of his archery gear. Mr. Porter hunted several times and even had Bob Swinehart as a house guest on one occasion. The man was a true Hill devotee even down to pinning his HH broadheads onto the shafts. </p><p>Well, I decided to refurbish several groups of the old Port Orford Cedar (POC) shafts and I was amazed at the quality. These shafts were very straight. I soon discovered the nocks were old and brittle, but after replacing a few I shot some and they were also surprisingly durable. Hmmm...Right then I decided to put those arrows back in business.</p><p>I first redid some of the old glass shafts and I had a Post on that <a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2023/08/refurbishing-vintage-fiberglass-arrows.html" target="_blank">here: </a></p><p><br /></p><p> First I carefully heated and twisted off the old nocks.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKuGyTtNT15WPHg1_2KmxO3y3C7ZcLOk-hRd89ZyYR5nkS-N5ZfBeD7cgJvReZfqg_NaVP0T7uTbDJ35qVwDlzoGBRCgdHrdNUl9XNJCfacfnUwEJ4k9QUd3YzqYvNCr6zfic-sA6xm5LSPFQ3RyDF0LsIPdOrLKpKXr2t7v_n_W0EZwwYs3unsd7aVUl/s4032/Pold.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKuGyTtNT15WPHg1_2KmxO3y3C7ZcLOk-hRd89ZyYR5nkS-N5ZfBeD7cgJvReZfqg_NaVP0T7uTbDJ35qVwDlzoGBRCgdHrdNUl9XNJCfacfnUwEJ4k9QUd3YzqYvNCr6zfic-sA6xm5LSPFQ3RyDF0LsIPdOrLKpKXr2t7v_n_W0EZwwYs3unsd7aVUl/w640-h480/Pold.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Then, I scraped the fletching off trying to be careful not to gauge the wood. i used sandpaper to get off the old glue and any quill that was left.<br /></p><p>I re-dipped them up to the pinned Hill heads in white rustoleum. Glued on some new feathers and put them on the feather burner trying as best as I could to match the "French curve" shape of these classic Howard Hill feathers. </p><p>One of them was inscribed with "The Spirit of Robin Hood" so I masked that off with scotch tape and peeled it back when they were dry. That one may hold some luck in the future? I used the gentleman's multi-fletcher and gave the straight clamps a slight offset. Just like the originals. <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDH4OAdse9gQ78_72lqN-AN9PFLuSEyAB41a-3h5s-Zk3ZHklODvh02Guexb9dERA1EvPy9ErDumBLcNt6FdS0RVvZ61A0C1C3CTdgdzqcjUOCytus2dILScrKbkFruCr9TOX6fJZ5zTM4poBQEDVYqEdpUk4mawS8PV8b-3091K2HK0A7Xwt7711Bb_tI/s4032/Spirit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDH4OAdse9gQ78_72lqN-AN9PFLuSEyAB41a-3h5s-Zk3ZHklODvh02Guexb9dERA1EvPy9ErDumBLcNt6FdS0RVvZ61A0C1C3CTdgdzqcjUOCytus2dILScrKbkFruCr9TOX6fJZ5zTM4poBQEDVYqEdpUk4mawS8PV8b-3091K2HK0A7Xwt7711Bb_tI/w480-h640/Spirit.jpg" width="480" /></a></p><p>Some had the fletching still pretty solid so I just painted those with a foam brush up to the feathers. The blue ones were really cool. All had the pinned Hill heads. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3M_rwRQY4w-eaFRiPzDk2lA3bu1ZmM9JPcJ9RxUWR9ZJgkK4sRC1iIKdnlIn8j4Ovc58CkIvtl35AFN24ZcjsB_bO2zfY7uvZYqhotPCCLYoUdr6oEe5AVNPGYG-fCT7FOfsawpcJq_Zwc6MClV29k0hy1zxNOJx-_ZScIndHCcwe_EpUyRaIJ_9Ds4OJ/s4032/piined.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3M_rwRQY4w-eaFRiPzDk2lA3bu1ZmM9JPcJ9RxUWR9ZJgkK4sRC1iIKdnlIn8j4Ovc58CkIvtl35AFN24ZcjsB_bO2zfY7uvZYqhotPCCLYoUdr6oEe5AVNPGYG-fCT7FOfsawpcJq_Zwc6MClV29k0hy1zxNOJx-_ZScIndHCcwe_EpUyRaIJ_9Ds4OJ/w640-h480/piined.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /><br />These are ready for a stout bow and a short shot!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-BxIi_gvhRzSLnTRgSnFdwzFcWEHb3vrpQ9CIGA-0FZfkczPuWuf1TN0m_epnu7v3vHg44UeXMqTWm0gy37-dMV8Jq5aBy212ruZ-X5z63CEOI_jur-N-VbjccfjNk6sO3uNiNgtSVJaN3mgpui6_AQrWwsEoRv9bB-7npLQwIN6sYHPPMS8xv0eEvwf/s2016/TGshot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-BxIi_gvhRzSLnTRgSnFdwzFcWEHb3vrpQ9CIGA-0FZfkczPuWuf1TN0m_epnu7v3vHg44UeXMqTWm0gy37-dMV8Jq5aBy212ruZ-X5z63CEOI_jur-N-VbjccfjNk6sO3uNiNgtSVJaN3mgpui6_AQrWwsEoRv9bB-7npLQwIN6sYHPPMS8xv0eEvwf/w480-h640/TGshot.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p>These pair up well with my new Howard Hill Wesley Special 62@28 I picked up that has the classic black back and white belly. Old wood, back in service!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsiIvkfYQI7zJJ5JAhJ7PGid4swNnDohxO8wqBcVAs6wvtE0AaHlx9zRnn4NesAVOwoH6RzossUBDzqUmgFZVLuNXcIoVa_rSXV4d_mFKfoDCePqmdyBaTjhZSDlQRd_pI_jjcb_qE6Vj6S2hh3R6a-mYogxX2nDt8LEnLPqVwzX7kjf1fGuwq5y_-t6I/s4032/White%20Eagle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsiIvkfYQI7zJJ5JAhJ7PGid4swNnDohxO8wqBcVAs6wvtE0AaHlx9zRnn4NesAVOwoH6RzossUBDzqUmgFZVLuNXcIoVa_rSXV4d_mFKfoDCePqmdyBaTjhZSDlQRd_pI_jjcb_qE6Vj6S2hh3R6a-mYogxX2nDt8LEnLPqVwzX7kjf1fGuwq5y_-t6I/w480-h640/White%20Eagle.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-15455028713269767392023-08-28T17:20:00.001-04:002023-08-28T17:20:32.610-04:00Refurbishing Vintage Fiberglass Arrows<p>I recently helped an older gentleman liquidate his archery and bowhunting inventory. In the collection were various early fiberglass arrows. The nocks were brittle, the heads were rusty, the fletch was all but destroyed. These arrows intrigued me because they felt pretty heavy. A particular batch of 10 were woven brown glass shafts with the number "11" as the only marking.</p><p>I decided to try to put these back into service.</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnP9CKEMlL8T6uxFXl1KZzQQWXu90fkCyr7rtNZb-hgpp3Yn1rNn9Nz-q_HdKN2cbUCVNlHAMnpAdoTH5aFo3DjlnXb3WAi6jPRogZIpRK9lBsdilXND08F9-J1__gMRZ3t7o4XHO18SrSZ9Xo-0QQMkQ5k81jr-YQmvV8hq-r64OUZRBsFYjNBoonlYiN/s2016/glass1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnP9CKEMlL8T6uxFXl1KZzQQWXu90fkCyr7rtNZb-hgpp3Yn1rNn9Nz-q_HdKN2cbUCVNlHAMnpAdoTH5aFo3DjlnXb3WAi6jPRogZIpRK9lBsdilXND08F9-J1__gMRZ3t7o4XHO18SrSZ9Xo-0QQMkQ5k81jr-YQmvV8hq-r64OUZRBsFYjNBoonlYiN/w480-h640/glass1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix97bE3sfzGKuDvlqucOQnBxgqRGSWMxZO_gW6vXXDDFwdvlbtbde-_TE8hli6vFhkRiUrtXHnn4xZOXEbpf3Q7d87EFv3nPQg2UrZKORORhzi2GoMzEhW_-HDrqa-6QFkW6r8LGo0LcgAP9S0_kIjnSeuXHfimhTxCHWhCJk32c-SbvHwAFCrnRWtMH3b/s2016/glass%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8uMfcK7My3vItwCJlVXxOkETrzOmBs309Jbh7FmmiQBxS7rnbyxX_X7wCRLwsaHmc0gSgQjENoAlAZYafyG_iCTvosB2070j3ra770Cra_hCY2qh2WXiNDHqx63dNxnDuqLnJTvRCHC3_dsAS0rAmf69-ZCCwCsFvpqapKiK5j5tfZAq88ENASxEQf6A/s2016/glass%20weight.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8uMfcK7My3vItwCJlVXxOkETrzOmBs309Jbh7FmmiQBxS7rnbyxX_X7wCRLwsaHmc0gSgQjENoAlAZYafyG_iCTvosB2070j3ra770Cra_hCY2qh2WXiNDHqx63dNxnDuqLnJTvRCHC3_dsAS0rAmf69-ZCCwCsFvpqapKiK5j5tfZAq88ENASxEQf6A/w480-h640/glass%20weight.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>The project was such a success I decided to start on these #10 shafts also.</p><p><br /></p><p>Here they are the #10s with the fletching removed and sanded lightly with 100 grit.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-k_Yi5JstG6Jc3colC5Tpi9MYrMnwXLKrX87w0xOy9XkxJoanKYRlr0mv7gESDfkYP-8lHWs1XQs3P81e2a5UqMQzAiaWWip927FpFQD33AQiHazPlVETFZwCEPsjP5IGyY_x3jpAqSNJSXDWfeSFfhfo9G577-XIY7aYWXqmcdyRh-4lRNowobzb9ZZ/s2016/glass%20next.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-k_Yi5JstG6Jc3colC5Tpi9MYrMnwXLKrX87w0xOy9XkxJoanKYRlr0mv7gESDfkYP-8lHWs1XQs3P81e2a5UqMQzAiaWWip927FpFQD33AQiHazPlVETFZwCEPsjP5IGyY_x3jpAqSNJSXDWfeSFfhfo9G577-XIY7aYWXqmcdyRh-4lRNowobzb9ZZ/w640-h480/glass%20next.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Here are both batches completed:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuSO0JWD0-Z2A2IX6heP_RmVhjYR8OyxllhwnmG9lv4mHMwM_AkaCtnnRYDN0CtKkgTcSeV062VWxZtpheJSHBfXDsS6ZvZyg3L4q_mde2tVkX1RuOYgmTRMcxNKt8CiQZV_H3m9mHi2I3j4J2N2iWlwifCrwqEMk_udYQSSouZpX5GT4aTd2nlq1LRus/s4032/glassdone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuSO0JWD0-Z2A2IX6heP_RmVhjYR8OyxllhwnmG9lv4mHMwM_AkaCtnnRYDN0CtKkgTcSeV062VWxZtpheJSHBfXDsS6ZvZyg3L4q_mde2tVkX1RuOYgmTRMcxNKt8CiQZV_H3m9mHi2I3j4J2N2iWlwifCrwqEMk_udYQSSouZpX5GT4aTd2nlq1LRus/w480-h640/glassdone.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p>I read and actually heard from the gentleman himself that a common complaint was that the shaft would split upon hard impact. Swinehart didn't care as he said he, "had a lifetime supply". I decided to foot them with a inch length of aluminum arrow and epoxy that on for a stability collar. </p><p>The project tuned out well but the spine was a little much for my current Northern Mist longbow. So I will keep them for later. I have plans to work into a higher draw weight bow in the future now that I have made my transition and have been shooting left handed for some time. <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-78825780035108146542023-05-26T10:00:00.000-04:002023-05-26T10:00:37.432-04:00Squirrel Pot Pie Recipe - Tender and Delicious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrN94yUcQ_AqwIExamvioK5ywC2tD32yiN4C7D4EzvRVdu-HJpcIyyDofS7sy_Q_1HO3cT7D8KRzOWhFgvugLjP2_FI1mdDRmJ5THE33yM5E1To5H5PMOHcAi3M5cZkOUKgVD56H9zZEbaaPG8OqUU_P9vk4s_eCBPj6jDWxqsa_8EhtXuqqgUIemqw/s1598/sq22form.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1598" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrN94yUcQ_AqwIExamvioK5ywC2tD32yiN4C7D4EzvRVdu-HJpcIyyDofS7sy_Q_1HO3cT7D8KRzOWhFgvugLjP2_FI1mdDRmJ5THE33yM5E1To5H5PMOHcAi3M5cZkOUKgVD56H9zZEbaaPG8OqUU_P9vk4s_eCBPj6jDWxqsa_8EhtXuqqgUIemqw/w640-h602/sq22form.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Hunting squirrels is always a fun endeavor but some are reluctant to pursue the bushy tails with a passion because of their tough constancy. I found a solution and a recipe that makes me want to load up the back quiver with all my cast away arrows and hit the woods.</p><p>When I grew up my mother would bar-boil the critter quarters for 20 minutes or so to tenderize before breading them with flour, salt and pepper, and baking in the oven. They were good this way but still a chewy undertaking.</p><p>Lately I have been doing a lot of canning of my deer, chicken, and pheasant and I decided to can a bunch of squirrel quarters. The result after the pressure canning was fall off the bone tender meat. </p><p>At a big camp out 3D bow shoot I was at I decided to make some pot pie and the results were so amazing I shared the meal with several camps that agreed it was goooood eating!</p><p>Canning the squirrel has many benefits including making it tender, giving you squirrel broth, leaving precious space in your freezer, and storage for years without freezer burn. <br /></p><p>Here is how I made the meal.</p><p>First take the quart of squirrel pieces and pour off the squirrel broth into another container for later use. De-bone the meat taking care to leave no bones or fragments. This is fairly easy as the meat is falling off the bones. The hardest part is keeping the small vertebrate out from the back pieces. Set the meat aside as you prepare the rest.</p><p>Next, heat up your cast iron dutch oven or large sided skillet with lid to medium heat. While this is heating, slice and dice your onion and add it to the fry pan with 1 tablespoon of butter and saute until the onion is tender. You can also add your veggies in at this point. Out on the range I found this chicken of the woods mushroom growing, so I put a few tender pieces in my cargo pocket. I sliced these thin and sauted them with the onions. <br /></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4vsfn51NrTN6zSUua30tQLkX1b_zGNapR4jNZfZFR8uHi85cc7wpj9oshy9Am75aQcvj4NoCFOOBw4yu2cer4Eopaj4Ox_5PGsMxrQ26vqQZgM9qVRvz6b97HhxEvqGO7y1Y1TaSrQu8J87PudDIPX0RFQGm3UtcgUeXxUYWZuOZQbipTYxL0CAZJQ/s744/00small48214688.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="608" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4vsfn51NrTN6zSUua30tQLkX1b_zGNapR4jNZfZFR8uHi85cc7wpj9oshy9Am75aQcvj4NoCFOOBw4yu2cer4Eopaj4Ox_5PGsMxrQ26vqQZgM9qVRvz6b97HhxEvqGO7y1Y1TaSrQu8J87PudDIPX0RFQGm3UtcgUeXxUYWZuOZQbipTYxL0CAZJQ/w525-h640/00small48214688.JPG" width="525" /></a></p><p>Then, add the de-boned squirrel meat, salt and pepper, minced garlic (about 1 clove worth) and heat all for another 5 minutes or so stirring. Since I had only one pan, I removed all this and set it aside, but if you have another pan melt the 1 tablespoon of butter and add the flour stirring constantly until you have a rue. Once a nice brown color is reached pour in the squirrel broth you saved, and while stirring smooth add the meat mixture in until it is nice and thick and bubbly. I also added a splash of home-made raspberry wine at this point.<br /></p><p>Remove from heat. In your clean dutch or lidded pan place the first pie crust and pour the entire mixture into the center of the pan. Leaving a ring of exposed dough like this:</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgH_ezH6_WRx_fRF8lUFtCnnrv-gAVH7J1eopKF4WizlaWREfYLs4ZAdkMr9uzYKcNuSICmfUKEM1jX86jR--T-kLf_NqIAZ2cdmmSGF1b-QwgBgWbtc8MWxoh1ol_hUaoNmkajWcWsSssLiY6iQ2q99y6iCVGgk7Tsbc8nxu5wodvKWQzog5Vy8sMA/s2016/potp3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgH_ezH6_WRx_fRF8lUFtCnnrv-gAVH7J1eopKF4WizlaWREfYLs4ZAdkMr9uzYKcNuSICmfUKEM1jX86jR--T-kLf_NqIAZ2cdmmSGF1b-QwgBgWbtc8MWxoh1ol_hUaoNmkajWcWsSssLiY6iQ2q99y6iCVGgk7Tsbc8nxu5wodvKWQzog5Vy8sMA/w480-h640/potp3.jpg" width="480" /></a></p><p> Next put on your top crust and smash/pinch together the exposed ends with your fingers.</p><p>Now you have this:</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8r7iIupyGioLWtyAVhso8PsRTDIqwe7Gipya0v9xQovnzzgGboIywsTyYbAzjgaJ8R_qIEcUF51BA5qxjvEDJDa6k9JppLX2JedZRJdkgluuGscVvP5FN8bsf1_ZlrdUMJMNNYgzXwXFY7dtuPVeat2qfqBGbuwQxByw5vMVT3tDy5n2KCFWjFPtgA/s2016/potp2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8r7iIupyGioLWtyAVhso8PsRTDIqwe7Gipya0v9xQovnzzgGboIywsTyYbAzjgaJ8R_qIEcUF51BA5qxjvEDJDa6k9JppLX2JedZRJdkgluuGscVvP5FN8bsf1_ZlrdUMJMNNYgzXwXFY7dtuPVeat2qfqBGbuwQxByw5vMVT3tDy5n2KCFWjFPtgA/w480-h640/potp2.jpg" width="480" /></a></p><p>I used charcoal briquettes in the fire pit and placed about 15 of them on the lid and a little more under the pan. Rotating the pan and lid until I got a nice even brown. Maybe about 15-20 minutes baking time.</p><p>It came out like this!</p><p><br /></p><p>Wow, it was good!<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4bnUgPE0Ye-bbN6yg13Hth6jIhPKxs94u9pnKIFxIA_ngCZOJ_T5Z4JyrymBHWjUwOuIcv5ZC4Sd3x6emMWmlqWZFidcyNm9_Ft5a5AXeh96EmdxAEgclx08eVLtjKM8w9gobTM-z-XhwATUQonsWAFf_u8rUt0E3skl4PRfAYkQm3zwL_w0y7uwfg/s2016/potp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4bnUgPE0Ye-bbN6yg13Hth6jIhPKxs94u9pnKIFxIA_ngCZOJ_T5Z4JyrymBHWjUwOuIcv5ZC4Sd3x6emMWmlqWZFidcyNm9_Ft5a5AXeh96EmdxAEgclx08eVLtjKM8w9gobTM-z-XhwATUQonsWAFf_u8rUt0E3skl4PRfAYkQm3zwL_w0y7uwfg/w480-h640/potp.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br />I will be canning all my squirrels from now on. Happy Hunting!<br /><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><u>Ingredients:</u></p><p>1 quart jar of pressure canned squirrel quarters </p><p>half an onion diced</p><p>veggies peas, carrots, celery or add ins (for this recipe I only used sliced thin chicken-of-the-woods mushrooms I found along one of the courses)</p><p>2 tablespoons butter</p><p>2 tablespoons flour</p><p>2 pie crusts</p><p>diced garlic about 1 clove worth<br /></p><p>Salt and pepper to taste<br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-41504280075423984602023-01-31T11:18:00.000-05:002023-01-31T11:18:10.641-05:00The Value of Moving Target Practice<p>It was a blustery day in late November of 2014, and I was perched in the early morning hours atop my climbing stand. I was tucked against a large trunked chestnut oak bordering a line of mountain laurels. It was rifle season in Maryland, but I wanted to connect with the longbow. As stiffness and chills started to take over and the morning waned, I stood up and tried to stretch for the sunlight that was slowly warming the frosty leaf litter below. Behind my stand I heard crunching, and turned to see a 6 point buck feeding along the line of shrubs. I knew a shot behind my stand would be tough, but I felt it was doable. I leaned out far and slightly canted the slender Schulz made Howard Hill Tembo completely vertical. I had not practiced this cant much and pulled the shot due to alignment issues. The arrow sailed and struck the unsuspecting buck in the hind bottom roast! Oh No!</p><p>I don't know why, maybe the quietness of the longbow combined with the impact point, but the buck turned and ran toward me. I quickly drew another arrow from my back quiver and from so much ingrained practice, had the arrow pulling back to anchor as the deer ran 15 feet from my tree at a full tilt. I focused hard behind the shoulder and the arrow was away. It was a blur and my mind caught movement of the arrow, but it appeared to me that I had shot over the shoulder. I drew another arrow and the buck stopped 87 yards away and I let fly again. The buck bolted.</p><p>This scenario came to a happy ending for the hunter when we found my buck with my arrow in the chest. As it turns out that running shot did connect. A wounded deer that would otherwise have been suffering was killed cleanly.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGX_MpHtV2sEQXF_OnAVEpDk3ycQ9AM0RN--AMy9bm-Nc35qlkkjGwV3OKXw4t4m0bGHYIDVcUg_glAi0uArIGu2AzbHbhOjgORJw8KZBCX7VXOhYBPfpcyKlKQapSWgqdXIrgPXDtF4xDB4aYN-kpkEoYJQJLZtyBOofSiEaH1LubKshlfoug0k6aJQ/s1632/IMG_1191.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1224" data-original-width="1632" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGX_MpHtV2sEQXF_OnAVEpDk3ycQ9AM0RN--AMy9bm-Nc35qlkkjGwV3OKXw4t4m0bGHYIDVcUg_glAi0uArIGu2AzbHbhOjgORJw8KZBCX7VXOhYBPfpcyKlKQapSWgqdXIrgPXDtF4xDB4aYN-kpkEoYJQJLZtyBOofSiEaH1LubKshlfoug0k6aJQ/w640-h480/IMG_1191.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p><p>Since then, I have made it a point to practice all manner of unorthodox shots as well as work on hitting moving targets. The Hill style straight end longbow excels at being forgiving of these unorthodox shots. </p><p>Some will say that gaining proficiency at these kinds of shots takes extra-ordinary talent, or that it is unethical to take these shots at game. I can say that I have no great reservoir of archery talent, nor am I a one of a kind the likes of a Mr. Hill or Schulz, but I have gained a comfort in hitting moving targets that gets better with practice. As evidenced by the scenario above, this skill is at times ethical and a benefit. The last item is that this type of practice is darn fun!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSIBWWHUcsvTwkKS1G0RPma8XATQG2cKU0nU4Z-Qegw3vwo2gQdq8v8DIf11PD7tpAyeCDb9s1eIwtFC2_C1S9Q5NZcSui00QaWLbtVaH-N3rxqlKc1-j2y7yz27vgsUA2egJ1gY3MGYFyuTAiCUzPcl7lRmX6iAFu3yT_VE9gKOQyM7SrD493tSDwg/s936/00small32815564.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="606" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSIBWWHUcsvTwkKS1G0RPma8XATQG2cKU0nU4Z-Qegw3vwo2gQdq8v8DIf11PD7tpAyeCDb9s1eIwtFC2_C1S9Q5NZcSui00QaWLbtVaH-N3rxqlKc1-j2y7yz27vgsUA2egJ1gY3MGYFyuTAiCUzPcl7lRmX6iAFu3yT_VE9gKOQyM7SrD493tSDwg/w414-h640/00small32815564.JPG" width="414" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>There is no need for a complicated set-up or area to practice hitting'em moving. Having a person throw for you is great, but not a necessity. Simply tossing a tennis ball or kickball and using rubber blunts has worked well for me. Having a slight hill also helps. </p><p>Recently, I worked up a simple cable and pulley system for a cardboard disk that was fun. This target was made by gluing simple cardboard circles together and zip tying it to a pulley from my porch railing to the ground below. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0ndJyFEmoFc_GvnqvC8hOTDiTwYd0jq1RccFEoCdbXbPRDeoKsciSIIbtCGJA0Pok2Y26FCi6gPY_FkYbA6RvmqnFOwqRCWupZrcyHBt4D-RXh5wtIrimFveg0YeJRPyfXZaVEReloVQcUIe0UQwZgPMEU2rwQFF0Pe1B-M_KKnxQiWa2FHNgF4KpQ/s4032/moving.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0ndJyFEmoFc_GvnqvC8hOTDiTwYd0jq1RccFEoCdbXbPRDeoKsciSIIbtCGJA0Pok2Y26FCi6gPY_FkYbA6RvmqnFOwqRCWupZrcyHBt4D-RXh5wtIrimFveg0YeJRPyfXZaVEReloVQcUIe0UQwZgPMEU2rwQFF0Pe1B-M_KKnxQiWa2FHNgF4KpQ/w480-h640/moving.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwebaloT25hJMaj-VVUufvJCkooujrblJsaMVk1gGVqdQJMxQswYP0n5bVex1cujQDwthT_QpK_-_F2LqZgQg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p>Practice focusing on the smallest part of the target as you can. Keep that concentration as you relax your fingers. </p><p>Practice always makes these types of shot easier.</p><p>I also practice some unorthodox techniques like the reverse cant, and turning behind shots. </p><p>This type of practice is fun and can benefit you in hunting situations. Don't let the "nay-sayers" stop you from trying. This type of hunting practice used to be common, but now there is a definite static hunting trend. Don't let them limit you. </p><p>Take a look at Gene Wensel in these old videos of him and companions hitting big old bucks on the run. It can be done, and done responsibly by getting proficient. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/W6smGnEo2Tk" width="320" youtube-src-id="W6smGnEo2Tk"></iframe></div><br /><p>You never know when this will pay off.</p><p><br /></p><p>Enjoy!<br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-51564274511707837962023-01-24T12:02:00.000-05:002023-01-24T12:02:52.821-05:00Nate Steen of Sunset Hill Longbows Demonstrates using a Back Quiver Video<p>This is a very good informative video for anyone who wants to learn how to use and reap the benefits from using a back quiver in the Hill style for hunting.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SwSC9PI9JJU" width="320" youtube-src-id="SwSC9PI9JJU"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-86484724763231416692023-01-13T13:21:00.000-05:002023-01-13T13:21:31.449-05:00Cooking, Preparing, and Eating Deer Ribs (Venison Ribs) with a Pressure Cooker (Insta-pot) <p>One of Fred Bear's "famous game recipes" as related by several publications from those like Glenn St. Charles and Bob Munger was flame broiled sheep ribs over an open campfire.</p><p>Here is a photo of Mr. Bear roasting some sheep ribs in 1954 from <i>Bows on the little Delta:</i> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSiQKTtdapfMhmnFHsejtSJls54UGUigAkdsHE_awHfxGcVnvzD0YZ-j72v-8Api1uWJEwxEIfu-pMdodP7p4q8tV1I2GoqI4jsRoAKdPiKOWXWZsX8mi2s25sz9ItbtQGjBzX2_-Ifr5biEIh51PjD3damPDVD7wr6isALBSpbFXP9-Si0dVepbQtQ/s3246/sheep%20ribs%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2898" data-original-width="3246" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSiQKTtdapfMhmnFHsejtSJls54UGUigAkdsHE_awHfxGcVnvzD0YZ-j72v-8Api1uWJEwxEIfu-pMdodP7p4q8tV1I2GoqI4jsRoAKdPiKOWXWZsX8mi2s25sz9ItbtQGjBzX2_-Ifr5biEIh51PjD3damPDVD7wr6isALBSpbFXP9-Si0dVepbQtQ/w640-h572/sheep%20ribs%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Ever since seeing those photos I have tried to cook deer ribs, but most attempts proved terrible as the white chalky fat leaves a paste and coating in your mouth well after the meal. Deer fat is much different from sheep in taste. I came across a tip from a fellow about boiling the ribs in coffee to render out the fat before roasting or BBQing. I tried this and it actually worked well, though I blew through many pots of coffee. Later, I got the idea of using my pressure cooker and use only 16 ounces of coffee in the bottom instead. This proved to be a super method I wish to share. </p><p>I have also roasted them over a open fire successfully, but it takes diligent trimming and a slow roast to render out all the fat. <br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMCmDXm44n_G-PRfboMJv6Eb2_LvLsjaCFLS-Bjqt2wVZe0SsudRZmCoKfMYlTFPltM2qap-z8KLJRHj0vBilErsetn85lBJyDtCOBTjZcBHcj2uUW3855TBP6qdKgjGgW6e5Q_LP3N0bCrHdy6gv5_qT1OiPe3_QEbM1wJXOSD1m6sTJWEMmWqFvbQ/s1280/ribs%20open%20fire.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMCmDXm44n_G-PRfboMJv6Eb2_LvLsjaCFLS-Bjqt2wVZe0SsudRZmCoKfMYlTFPltM2qap-z8KLJRHj0vBilErsetn85lBJyDtCOBTjZcBHcj2uUW3855TBP6qdKgjGgW6e5Q_LP3N0bCrHdy6gv5_qT1OiPe3_QEbM1wJXOSD1m6sTJWEMmWqFvbQ/w480-h640/ribs%20open%20fire.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>I typically use a cordless sawzall to cut away the ribs from the hanging deer. I cut down parallel to the spine, then down removing them away from the sternum. </p><p>Next I will wash off any bone chips or blood and try to remove any bulk fat that is easy to cut away. I also cut away and sections shot through. These sit in my refrigerator most times for several days to age as I process the other part of the deer. </p><p>Next, I cut the rib slabs big enough to fit in my pressure cooker. Sometimes this takes some creative arranging and trimming to get them to fit. Then pour in 16 ounces of coffee to the bottom and set the cooker for meat/stew setting for 40 minutes. </p><p>Once pressure is released I drain the ribs and coat with a dry rub / or some BBQ sauce before putting them in my smoker for several hours around 225 degrees. </p><p>At the end they are delicious!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-OD0ZRgn5SO5drnN4Sh7gTouQsJbaI0oimNG0eGS-RsXyQk78lOEHVyoBFlltJtiO1qXJDl-4VExr5zrwsq8dgs8phB702qeoxRsERqzoKiJ0n52oQc1bCuBOLUjQEEB3V04H9QcmJuodKvNhJW7IYVx-wW0387A7s2269ChUgdkfOQcPE41GZqM8A/s2016/ribs%20done.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-OD0ZRgn5SO5drnN4Sh7gTouQsJbaI0oimNG0eGS-RsXyQk78lOEHVyoBFlltJtiO1qXJDl-4VExr5zrwsq8dgs8phB702qeoxRsERqzoKiJ0n52oQc1bCuBOLUjQEEB3V04H9QcmJuodKvNhJW7IYVx-wW0387A7s2269ChUgdkfOQcPE41GZqM8A/w480-h640/ribs%20done.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYo3WxyFWqgbFNJj_OSwNjhjK1and6Vg8DyUTTrJkOeqOkd9jdmQqVAJA8Wct5BSnZ2ZzqEv_bF0sDKeTxlw7jUICTNp6WmKrUTuY4HiaL8BRAxLD8JlJlFiINSyXsA4KVE3IAv5iUX5gCk73g8PGTVfCinD-dI7uERW-sNb18TsPx7UCGlA7cK9DbQ/s2016/finished%20off.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYo3WxyFWqgbFNJj_OSwNjhjK1and6Vg8DyUTTrJkOeqOkd9jdmQqVAJA8Wct5BSnZ2ZzqEv_bF0sDKeTxlw7jUICTNp6WmKrUTuY4HiaL8BRAxLD8JlJlFiINSyXsA4KVE3IAv5iUX5gCk73g8PGTVfCinD-dI7uERW-sNb18TsPx7UCGlA7cK9DbQ/w480-h640/finished%20off.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-37778902164094245382022-11-15T15:06:00.003-05:002022-12-02T09:11:17.408-05:00Stillhunting Whitetails - The More your Do It, The Better You Get <p>Many years ago I was gifted a longbow from my brother for a December birthday. That first hunt with the longbow in January was what had me hooked on traditional archery. I was sitting on a stump on a snowy evening when I was surrounded by a large group of does. One eventually presented a very close shot, but I instead arrowed a tree. I was hooked. </p><p>As a compound bow hunter I spent most of my hunting time perched in a tree stand. As I evolved in my journey I started hunting more from the ground stillhunting. Stillhunting is a skill and like any skill the more you do it the better you get. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzd5zhP7kRwEQNlZLWgCgIHdUZ23ZCez3s04jSDE5SBruVl4wTp-LQLn5LRrso3s24FcV_HiYFo9uFTQYxQnSR1VcqZ0lXS6BTVVn4rTIRHu1zLuAZyS9k9IaTUr0autXip2JP5U7wn7GI2VKdmzzRBYbq24qjd-_lGBBhG2slOv9oSkIKwwG0Met_w/s640/IMG_1390.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzd5zhP7kRwEQNlZLWgCgIHdUZ23ZCez3s04jSDE5SBruVl4wTp-LQLn5LRrso3s24FcV_HiYFo9uFTQYxQnSR1VcqZ0lXS6BTVVn4rTIRHu1zLuAZyS9k9IaTUr0autXip2JP5U7wn7GI2VKdmzzRBYbq24qjd-_lGBBhG2slOv9oSkIKwwG0Met_w/w480-h640/IMG_1390.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p>A fine old buck taken from the ground.</p><p>I recently had a chance to evaluate my past 16 years of traditional bowhunting. During that time I'll killed 25 deer. Half of those were from the ground vs a blind or treestand. Looking at only the last 5 years that percentage jumps to 63%. My total success rate in the last 5 years is 32% greater than the total. This tells me that I have learned a thing or two about sneaking around on deer as I have done it more. </p><p>A recent week long deer camp trip to the big public lands of Allegheny county really exemplified how this can help a hunter. There were 7 hunters in camp including one shooting a compound and one a crossbow. After a morning sit at a pre-scouted location, I spent the rest of the week stillhunting. I managed to spot a group of 3 deer and snuck up about 65 yards to arrow one. If I had just sat there tethered to a tree they would have simply fed off and away. Sure I may have blown the stalk, but it was an opportunity. Sneaking within bow range of 3 sets of deer eyes and ears is a difficult task! </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLTvASAm0fu0epm10x7BL-kurkDqblqrAEq73r8zUheGoQBAVaUi5r9LFpP0-8Bz32d0Gpt6jsPO3ikS5M0e8sAhGb3xc87NhoTPIWIlmqu7Lny7TBv__8fcn42A-JQImcJNIxW2cwA2Oyb9-SykF-MKxYRhlojwRMx7wRv9LpurFf5dkFsndhTRMmw/s4032/IMG_8915.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLTvASAm0fu0epm10x7BL-kurkDqblqrAEq73r8zUheGoQBAVaUi5r9LFpP0-8Bz32d0Gpt6jsPO3ikS5M0e8sAhGb3xc87NhoTPIWIlmqu7Lny7TBv__8fcn42A-JQImcJNIxW2cwA2Oyb9-SykF-MKxYRhlojwRMx7wRv9LpurFf5dkFsndhTRMmw/w640-h480/IMG_8915.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Later that week I caught a distracted buck who was being harassed by 2 coyotes, and quickly working up to him sent an arrow through the ribs at 25 yards. Again, if I was stuck to a tree or not moved from my seat, I would have likely gone home with just a story. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWoLeppfNHa-6ITUY7v-wvMpv4TrsYID0y1cCMa8LNpS6J4qZn1Id0-zONdHNVYlxslqlxRiVpdHIYy4abXGL1nAI-lM85-XXCqkGv5mrisuKoZqe4TUmQUFwstqdLpY6xGSGp0a96b73Hoz_3jseOj56NREcmDklLqUCfemDbOo0M4N7J8EZ4YKHRA/s4032/IMG_8950.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWoLeppfNHa-6ITUY7v-wvMpv4TrsYID0y1cCMa8LNpS6J4qZn1Id0-zONdHNVYlxslqlxRiVpdHIYy4abXGL1nAI-lM85-XXCqkGv5mrisuKoZqe4TUmQUFwstqdLpY6xGSGp0a96b73Hoz_3jseOj56NREcmDklLqUCfemDbOo0M4N7J8EZ4YKHRA/w640-h480/IMG_8950.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>There are several things that I have learned over the years that help. Some folks talk about "walking like a deer", by making sounds like a deer walking instead of a human. I have tried this but never with much success. Almost always, I find it is best if the animals do not know you are there at all.</p><p>1.<span> </span>Use your Binos</p><p>2.<span> </span>Go slowly</p><p>The first bit of advice is to have a good pair of binoculars and keep them out and ready. I like to sling mine with an oversized piece of parachute cord under the arm opposite my bow shoulder. If you look carefully you can see them in the above two photos as it hangs about the level of the belt. I stop and glass often. Seeing the animal first is paramount to success. Scanning with the glass also helps you slow down. Stand still/sit more than you move, and when you move, move slow as molasses in the wintertime.</p><p>3. Play the wind</p><p>Hunt into, or across the wind. When your stuck in the treestand and the wind changes it could really screw up your hunt. Stillhunting you just need to adjust and continue. I keep a piece of unwaxed dental floss tied to the top loop of my bowstring and can check the wind constantly that way with minimal movement. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFB67xFSdBmRuetSoSL27b-7Ajfwu-OpHny3gBJYAPnNs1FtNeFjqO7WfjXPkYOjkLTeI3RQyGPBMDJNca-cljuPiJ-TSLJuOTbsJEMLkwR7q6mj4Z26ja25KnAp3E02HW30cZspUMTlVizMGggYTLP4Kv3JKva7Z5vc-kgrxtFOabLci8LiUo2-fo8Q/s4032/IMG_8885.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFB67xFSdBmRuetSoSL27b-7Ajfwu-OpHny3gBJYAPnNs1FtNeFjqO7WfjXPkYOjkLTeI3RQyGPBMDJNca-cljuPiJ-TSLJuOTbsJEMLkwR7q6mj4Z26ja25KnAp3E02HW30cZspUMTlVizMGggYTLP4Kv3JKva7Z5vc-kgrxtFOabLci8LiUo2-fo8Q/w480-h640/IMG_8885.JPG" width="480" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><p>You can see the frayed ends of the unwaxed floss catch the wind easily in the above photo.</p><p>4. Bean Boots</p><p>Not any LL Bean Boots will do either. The original Maine Hunting Shoe in my opinion is the best and closest thing to a modern Indian moccasin there is. They run small and I wear them tight. The smallest twig can be felt though the soft gum rubber bottom. Not cracking those unseen twigs makes for a quiet sneak. They are slippery when wet, and some experience is needed on different terrain, but I have used them from desert to Mountains to swamp with success. I carry insulated overshoes when it is real cold and still sneak around between sits in my beans. Fred Bear used to use tennis shoes for the same reasons, but they get wet and soggy.<br /></p><p>5. Don't wear loud clothes</p><p>I prefer wool. Wool not only absorbs reflected light, it is super quiet. There is nothing better in the woods. When it is warm I like thin wool twill pants like what LL Bean used to call field pants. Some like the newer wool camo like first-lite, but I don't like the baggy "freedom of movement" cut of those. Some do. I rarely us camo anymore and have not seen a decrease in success or encounters from wearing non-camo. Grey wool blends in great with winter hardwoods, and plaids break up the outline. I still wear my old cotton military BDU pants, but even they are noisy compared to wool. </p><p>6. Trails are quieter than breaking brush</p><p>Using deer trails and roads can be effective for moving quietly. Just be aware deer like to bed up in places where they can watch the trails and roads people are known to use. Sometimes, they will be close, and will let you pass if they think you have not seen them. If you see one like this, you need to make a shot while you are moving and acting causally. If you stop and look at the deer it will bolt before you can draw. I've never killed one this way, but I have had several opportunities like this. One time, I was walking with a friend in front and I saw a deer watching. I told my friend to keep walking and I stopped behind a tree. The deer watched my friend and I was able to peak around the tree and get a shot as the deer was busy watching him (deer can't count). On my home property I take a leaf blower and blow a circuit to walk after the leaves have fallen. Deer use these open trails too so you can actually create a runway past your ground blind if you want. </p><p>7. Never step on, what you can step over</p><p>Timeless advice from Fred Bear.</p><p>8. Sit when the deer are moving, move when the deer are bedded</p><p>You can sneak up on a bedded animal. I have done it many times with elk and deer. I tend to sit still in the early morning and evening and sneak around in the afternoon. Bedding areas are effective. Sitting too long gets you stiff, cold, and is counterproductive. Why not sneak around a bit and change locations after too long. You may bump into something, and if you see it first game on!</p><p> 9. If you can sneak up in bow range of a squirrel you can do it with a deer.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZYYbPf1iTMMGJu8DFz6Ecfk6lJTn8CBVuTf_794ATXvDEgguQcKjHamROJNH8hpV3XxsmWZXpScX1fwgoleIxUE9FGjmcQQxIlaKK4E5KKlBDtIwhEL_vNJDgmZJtMlJlFc251-zx5LDGkCzd1Oo6OKzpM5zwWJ-QXZkWFxwIHmfjuZprJW5IRm4Zg/s2016/sq22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZYYbPf1iTMMGJu8DFz6Ecfk6lJTn8CBVuTf_794ATXvDEgguQcKjHamROJNH8hpV3XxsmWZXpScX1fwgoleIxUE9FGjmcQQxIlaKK4E5KKlBDtIwhEL_vNJDgmZJtMlJlFc251-zx5LDGkCzd1Oo6OKzpM5zwWJ-QXZkWFxwIHmfjuZprJW5IRm4Zg/w640-h480/sq22.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Practice your sneaking skills on squirrels, no better practice for deer. I tend to shoot one or two squirrels with my bow a year. <br /></p><p>To sum up, sneaking around the woods is a skill you get better at the more you practice. Don't be afraid to try. Don't be so rigid in your hunting. Be flexible and it may payoff in the long run. Did I mention it is fun!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEAJvw61IJ34bKOkyk9DMK5om-UL0F8my3YhZXv2RZyvYQzl_K-ouxbpOzprLrtPy3GXmGOEZ6BcN4o3gof6X98y_-ZM1jfcsROUstmUpBprPX9H247wMOkRdfABrL2xBr5LQXsSWOTtJafef4Cw7k0-jvwAejJK6iRjhdAn3zBAEtTfJljS-CvGw3g/s640/IMG_1381.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEAJvw61IJ34bKOkyk9DMK5om-UL0F8my3YhZXv2RZyvYQzl_K-ouxbpOzprLrtPy3GXmGOEZ6BcN4o3gof6X98y_-ZM1jfcsROUstmUpBprPX9H247wMOkRdfABrL2xBr5LQXsSWOTtJafef4Cw7k0-jvwAejJK6iRjhdAn3zBAEtTfJljS-CvGw3g/w480-h640/IMG_1381.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-91379148203575150862022-10-07T16:26:00.002-04:002022-10-07T16:26:37.336-04:00Deer Down - DIY Deer Meat Processing (Not Much Goes to Waste)<p>I was lucky enough to down this mature doe recently. I was reflecting about how much of this animal I was able to utilize as I took my time processing the meat myself. Many folks do not want to deal with the time, hassle, and clean-up of processing your own deer meat. However, I have found that it is well worth it for me. I started out doing all of this in my townhouse garage with a fairly inexpensive big box store grinder and a few knives. <br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4GMqvAyxg0pc4j6c5yBYjpaKTx22vZjIp6wU4k37esjEXGRF5fzQFZXqKUMfiDD8M_JJ2_h0TTVzG19iA6XC9LroPgsfyICchqqLd4Fe43pBzK9T9MIfBDlglQvy_ANrjCZ3HSa03umvV6N106ct9sIuQXROTPNYL5GCvEprwyJ43xP8EjaY1QIvQw/s4032/IMG_8661.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4GMqvAyxg0pc4j6c5yBYjpaKTx22vZjIp6wU4k37esjEXGRF5fzQFZXqKUMfiDD8M_JJ2_h0TTVzG19iA6XC9LroPgsfyICchqqLd4Fe43pBzK9T9MIfBDlglQvy_ANrjCZ3HSa03umvV6N106ct9sIuQXROTPNYL5GCvEprwyJ43xP8EjaY1QIvQw/w640-h480/IMG_8661.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Doing things yourself takes a little work, but I now enjoy it as the rewards are great. I feel it is a honor to utilize every possible bit of the animal if I am lucky enough to get a fine deer with traditional equipment. <br /></p><p>The first Item I save comes from the dressing in the field. I always have a ziplock in my pocket I can repurpose. I take the heart and place it into this bag. Some folks will also eat the liver, but I do not find that organ to be either tasty or palatable. That is personal to me as I know too much Biology, Physiology, and Toxicology to enjoy that particular delicacy. Some folks love fried deer liver and onions.<br /></p><p>The heart is a muscle, so I enjoy saving and eating that particular bit that gets left in the woods by most hunters. You can read up on an article I wrote just on this specific topic and my "victory Breakfast"<a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2018/10/heart-saver.html" target="_blank"> recipe here:</a><br /></p><p>Usually I'll be dragging the entire deer home to process, and hanging it by the gambrel. I usually come across the tail next while beginning to skin.</p><p>I have saved the tails of most of my animals for the future use of tying flies, poppers, and bucktail fishing lures. I have dyed them many colors, and simply keep them preserved by salting heavily and allowing them to dry thoroughly. I keep the tails in a big bucket with a snap lid. It only takes a little time and care to fillet the skin off the tail and salt it down. These tails are selling currently for around $13 each online.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7I6pgj-6N6VpDDTzHMcekHIOlgl2hmH8ix16IZbkiJtKRaGvxBE17iLzg0Ysu54GIIsrGPVlxE2EpjoRfetYT2G_8VjMNOGjbG7ESfMdWzBmx5ALiWlVYw0hMCz1dcOiipyuQmdYPO-IB4N_OayzoOLq_UVasZ79W5QskRC9_8xKSe7wDoT58sAECw/s3264/IMG_3216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7I6pgj-6N6VpDDTzHMcekHIOlgl2hmH8ix16IZbkiJtKRaGvxBE17iLzg0Ysu54GIIsrGPVlxE2EpjoRfetYT2G_8VjMNOGjbG7ESfMdWzBmx5ALiWlVYw0hMCz1dcOiipyuQmdYPO-IB4N_OayzoOLq_UVasZ79W5QskRC9_8xKSe7wDoT58sAECw/w640-h480/IMG_3216.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Sometimes if I have the urge on a deer with a nice winter pelt, I will tan the hide with alum or ivory soap method. It is a lot of work, but the hair on hides come out well.<br /></p><p>Once skinned, I get to the lower legs and tease out the long tendons. These are cleaned of meat and allowed to air dry until they are amber opaque. Similarly, when I take the backstraps off and skin off the "silverskin", I will take scrape that back sinew off and allow it to also air dry flat. The leg sinew fibers can be pounded out and used to make lashings and even bowstrings. The back sinew can be added to the back of a selfbow to help it retain set and as a durable backing to prevent splinters from lifting. Even if you don't use the stuff, which is great as it dries and shrinks as a super durable product, you can trade them to traditional guys that build their own bows. Currently, leg sinew is going for $6 for four and back sinew is $9 a piece! I throw them in a bin for barter later.</p><p>The backstraps get cut into chops, or medallions, to be grilled and topped with rosemary garlic butter or pounded flat into <a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2017/09/jaeger-schnitzel-recipe.html" target="_blank">venison schnitzel recipes. </a><br /></p><p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68N9tTnJqlXbuOjqQirIQORnRgfI92-tf-w6ilghl1zoJeUQ5WBGs4WHTzwI64QC2sJh7Ha-p20VQbgpC0-8iYvUPfa9N3yn410mDm1UtWzEuZs-eZdjgnTD30mQv1TjYR5bDucM6YnMN8Df_xJP7Vhl9r9DENYmm0c82tD2e9X9Amyl2uI3K9pA9ZA/s4032/IMG_8714.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68N9tTnJqlXbuOjqQirIQORnRgfI92-tf-w6ilghl1zoJeUQ5WBGs4WHTzwI64QC2sJh7Ha-p20VQbgpC0-8iYvUPfa9N3yn410mDm1UtWzEuZs-eZdjgnTD30mQv1TjYR5bDucM6YnMN8Df_xJP7Vhl9r9DENYmm0c82tD2e9X9Amyl2uI3K9pA9ZA/w480-h640/IMG_8714.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p> </p><p>As I continue to process the deer I will collect the long bones. I do not take a great deal of care while de-boning, which saves time, as the little bits of meat will help add flavor later to my bone broth. I will also cut out the ribs to either roast whole or add to the bone broth stock pot. I have seen bone broth sell in the organic stores for up to $10 a pint! <br /></p><p>You can read about my recipe for Bone both<a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2022/06/venison-bone-broth-recipe.html" target="_blank"> here:</a></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpr8FRL_idU0T8RVgaE1cy4z3D-WTPn0y9kjr16eLKXwaq55jxacMMKbV5l_WpMljkRwelv5K-vGZRlsSMtFpBUHuLXXLJBsDL6BNT6aJjFt-E6xi4Sxk8g8AV93XswLFUbjhjB8pSKzmNULeSA8c18pmVQgUNcrGGulC6CMhgrVlRP5qngTs3A0qLw/s4032/IMG_8708.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpr8FRL_idU0T8RVgaE1cy4z3D-WTPn0y9kjr16eLKXwaq55jxacMMKbV5l_WpMljkRwelv5K-vGZRlsSMtFpBUHuLXXLJBsDL6BNT6aJjFt-E6xi4Sxk8g8AV93XswLFUbjhjB8pSKzmNULeSA8c18pmVQgUNcrGGulC6CMhgrVlRP5qngTs3A0qLw/w480-h640/IMG_8708.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYygt5ezl_aaSuPPO_AKXhhK0TqYaS5mDnhGcj-XBU7q-Cekd4qXRTAKsyutJWAU4vQvM7UU4su9boaHwYh55gFMuslQVht38d1QRLHcDVVYmq-2yWtbIai0-V4FUfyAgNy4AHNDzi6YhA8uxQMh-RcfrfzdqUxgtVyXnAaOuwUM5ot64r1WKajU9Qw/s4032/IMG_8709.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYygt5ezl_aaSuPPO_AKXhhK0TqYaS5mDnhGcj-XBU7q-Cekd4qXRTAKsyutJWAU4vQvM7UU4su9boaHwYh55gFMuslQVht38d1QRLHcDVVYmq-2yWtbIai0-V4FUfyAgNy4AHNDzi6YhA8uxQMh-RcfrfzdqUxgtVyXnAaOuwUM5ot64r1WKajU9Qw/w480-h640/IMG_8709.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBNWiJ5fLI01QYvDiwDl9qdiN2pj8MQny-cq_NkSr6CLcCEWilEPzZpYVIkxmLA1woKrnlEM46SHQ7HY9HkBRe_PtLl7z4tE5G6ZFuW5oYNBCti3eNhGCeg5XcXwWX73A8ScF81PttOAX9JQGrPeOdN0NSz1-HNFTdGHjU4k2fZdLsdmJ4apvucUUFg/s4032/IMG_8712.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBNWiJ5fLI01QYvDiwDl9qdiN2pj8MQny-cq_NkSr6CLcCEWilEPzZpYVIkxmLA1woKrnlEM46SHQ7HY9HkBRe_PtLl7z4tE5G6ZFuW5oYNBCti3eNhGCeg5XcXwWX73A8ScF81PttOAX9JQGrPeOdN0NSz1-HNFTdGHjU4k2fZdLsdmJ4apvucUUFg/w480-h640/IMG_8712.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn8ynq8JviYFhcdyEirX1Xfwk1WSvrOqxbj0kf25oNLKfHTFEb-C6cUu5TZml36zdH8KtV-prIIZLxVUG9K7ujjQPqZbAfI-Dbh6Zyw4p7r65CaIn4iqhWs3xLQ1esJPUPpfvOABVmkElwczJt51cEP1eeW1M2BbfWsMGnYgDdnn1UoNf6XHL3Dx73A/s4032/IMG_8715.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn8ynq8JviYFhcdyEirX1Xfwk1WSvrOqxbj0kf25oNLKfHTFEb-C6cUu5TZml36zdH8KtV-prIIZLxVUG9K7ujjQPqZbAfI-Dbh6Zyw4p7r65CaIn4iqhWs3xLQ1esJPUPpfvOABVmkElwczJt51cEP1eeW1M2BbfWsMGnYgDdnn1UoNf6XHL3Dx73A/w640-h480/IMG_8715.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p> </p><p>While I am doing the meat cutting I will take the trimming waste and collect that in a bag for my sister. She takes all the small meat and fat scraps and grinds it into cat food for her cat. So that helps save bits that I would otherwise throw out. I'm sure dogs would love these scraps as well. </p><p>The other smaller trimmed pieces of meat go into another pile of burger grinding. I will either course grind these into 1 pound bags for burger recipes, or I will can them in jars to free up room in my freezer. Here is a typical <a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2019/10/ground-venison-recipe-easy-helper.html" target="_blank">easy burger recipe I wrote about:</a> I will often just grind into a large 2 1/2 gallon bag to make bologna, or summer sausage in the smoker at a later date.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5qtQZG7NU6KcS4T-v0A1bpFujCr58bqj9LnnTw2gJpGhRu3KWeCBSVadEIicn42FbCR1suPjCdwNiuajblIvNbYkGilEgFZgj-wLthfHaADGjfp4zctQl2szbT9UH69Lpyu2U96e2lkktCEaWBdesNlqFIx_LNMace1pJDSY6Barg_Z0SOUm86U43A/s640/bologna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5qtQZG7NU6KcS4T-v0A1bpFujCr58bqj9LnnTw2gJpGhRu3KWeCBSVadEIicn42FbCR1suPjCdwNiuajblIvNbYkGilEgFZgj-wLthfHaADGjfp4zctQl2szbT9UH69Lpyu2U96e2lkktCEaWBdesNlqFIx_LNMace1pJDSY6Barg_Z0SOUm86U43A/w640-h480/bologna.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The larger trimmed stew chunks go into another pile. These I will almost always raw pack in caning jars for use in stew and soup recipes later. </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaCvgpXFh-VNx59MstDbJNkJT5GdlgH6UGfdic-gcnquZYlpkic-qCloe0rZaDB8cKZOp4pzzj-iUeozh8wMK8GVLDIsjbMlSIHdnTYxxzyIx2NIzXSmf7L13tm1siUrcbmYGj_h7zBwgbtr7WD_z0GtjtObzHlhRaDzgukZUReoUMS8QcRCoCfzKDhw=s2016" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaCvgpXFh-VNx59MstDbJNkJT5GdlgH6UGfdic-gcnquZYlpkic-qCloe0rZaDB8cKZOp4pzzj-iUeozh8wMK8GVLDIsjbMlSIHdnTYxxzyIx2NIzXSmf7L13tm1siUrcbmYGj_h7zBwgbtr7WD_z0GtjtObzHlhRaDzgukZUReoUMS8QcRCoCfzKDhw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></p><p> </p><p>The 4 larger roasts from the back legs get placed in vacuum bags and frozen for later roasting, or for cutting up into delicious deer jerky my kid loves.</p><p>Likewise, the neck gets removed from the head and the shoulders and after the windpipe cut away, also gets vacuumed sealed and <a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2021/12/venison-neck-roast-recipe.html" target="_blank">destined for the crock pot one cold winter day.</a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPLn-bgGruVe6onjcOmME7Q2JxioXH4p3wlpGKMABHRn-xSLGe5IAgIz01GE5QJfhQaVqtgv-8_1PAtFW9AuxslxPxmBBmD7gXcIadrtAp0rySUPOHwNd7LNtyY9q8SB9eM1-h1Yu2-z2mNWr6EEXZSTOlRnEF_N8X8rsjxbSc3KfqaMDV4ACuJvm60A=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPLn-bgGruVe6onjcOmME7Q2JxioXH4p3wlpGKMABHRn-xSLGe5IAgIz01GE5QJfhQaVqtgv-8_1PAtFW9AuxslxPxmBBmD7gXcIadrtAp0rySUPOHwNd7LNtyY9q8SB9eM1-h1Yu2-z2mNWr6EEXZSTOlRnEF_N8X8rsjxbSc3KfqaMDV4ACuJvm60A=w480-h640" width="480" /></a> <br /></p><p>The front shoulders get de-boned into blade roasts and stew chunks, saving those long bones and scapula for the bone broth. </p><p>I cut away the ribs with a cordless sawzall and either throw those in with the bone broth, or cook later as BBQ ribs. Maybe one day I will write about that recipe, but I first boil them in coffee to render out the nasty fat that tastes chalky before roasting or smoking. </p><p>I enjoy the process now of cutting up the meat especially with a friend over a cold beer or shot of bourbon. <a href="https://traditionalknowhow.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-hunt-process-packaging-meat.html" target="_blank">I wrote about this process here: </a> When I am done most times the only thing that gets pitched in my back woods for the foxes are the lower leg and hooves, head, spinal column, pelvis and sometimes the hide. I really like that I am able to utilize so much of the animal I work so hard to acquire. <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-54566453697944595642022-09-21T08:38:00.005-04:002022-09-21T08:40:09.406-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C4 EP4<p>The final evening was upon us. In the morning we would pack up and drive to Denver. Neil, Chris, and I decided to give it one last good try at the popular big meadow with the lake where we were told a week ago two bulls were seen at dusk battling it out on the far side of the water. Jeff and Dave would hunt one last area they wanted to check out. </p><p>Driving to the top of the drainage, we passed one lone campsite tucked away on the opposite side of the trail. We parked and saw several well used old campfire rings nearby, some with toilet seated portable plywood privies still there. The ring closest to the truck also had this skull which looked to me like the previous years kill as there was still some connective tissue on it in places.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqNUcxe3-sFltMHYOxrhkHLU9TYwy7DRg9cbKckZfVHYFzlbgubQvaQHnuPj4nrpnRRZpy5vy-AsCQJnPN0YCwJE4lHGegWEUUhi5tBD9azB52a9vUGdqG6Q7yUB-GIY3TP5-6oAwBcFXsqjh_GrhaGUUKVHaOVeV26RfVISxZpHfiDFa4dO6pQxz5w/s4032/IMG_8528.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqNUcxe3-sFltMHYOxrhkHLU9TYwy7DRg9cbKckZfVHYFzlbgubQvaQHnuPj4nrpnRRZpy5vy-AsCQJnPN0YCwJE4lHGegWEUUhi5tBD9azB52a9vUGdqG6Q7yUB-GIY3TP5-6oAwBcFXsqjh_GrhaGUUKVHaOVeV26RfVISxZpHfiDFa4dO6pQxz5w/w480-h640/IMG_8528.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p> </p><p>Looking out over the hunting area, it was a grand view and appeared like classic elk territory. It was the heat of the day and we had formulated our plan. Chris would hunt the left side and sneak down to the woodline opposite the lake by dusk, Neil would go right up the middle skirting the lake and heading into the top meadow and set up an ambush inside the woodline there. I would go similarly up the right side drainage and surround the area from the right. </p><p>Chris bid us adieu and set out on the left as Neil and I were discussing our plans. I glanced down into the valley and there was another hunter already ahead of us heading in toward where Neil was going to go. He said, "Oh well, I'm going there anyway" and set off. I took my sweet time trying not to break a sweat as I went across the open hot meadow and headed into the drainage for the final hunt.</p><p> I wasn't feeling too optimistic, but I slowly worked my way up in elevation. Nearing a top clearing, I thought the area looked pretty good as I passed a game trail that had an older looking elk track on it. I glanced up, looking for good ambush sites and noticed something white. I got closer to reveal a white "bucket seat" that another hunter had used to watch the trail. Disgusted, I backed out and traveled farther towards the lake area along the same trail to set up farther and came across a little island of trees that over-watched the trail - perfect. Looking over, I see some dirtbag had left a huge wad of soiled toilet paper there. Well, talk about scenting up an area! Why can't folks learn to bury their crap in a hole.</p><p>I backtracked lower down the drainage to another game trail that was not as trafficked and set up an ambush. I was physically beat, hot, and demoralized at this point. I sat there reflecting about what we could have done differently. We put in the effort and certainly hit the hunting hard. I was longing for my memories of Idaho and cursing the tag caps that the DNR put in place there for non-resident OTC tags. </p><p>After several hours I just decided to sneak back to the upper road and follow it back to the truck before it got too dark. It was a bit farther than I thought, but made good time back there. I was hoping Neil and Chris might have some luck. </p><p>At the truck I grabbed a quick drink and headed back to the ledge overlooking the area to listen and glass before darkness fully fell. The view was awe inspiring and peaceful and helped put my troubles in perspective.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMvvPqJIUTv1_mASAhKW8sOlsqLexiMZ0TGzKicfD_vjecozdG1ad-HO80Qaf_9yiGyBqCIsVGpIxub27TESmppbxD9bLAfiXulLASmiC1_OPVUp_21dAIHVUNmr5Y7qNUGh3chJjwnyLN0rdibPhrBzDgWJFaCAA-EYZIoVynyArHpbgOYkOntW0mw/s4032/IMG_8529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMvvPqJIUTv1_mASAhKW8sOlsqLexiMZ0TGzKicfD_vjecozdG1ad-HO80Qaf_9yiGyBqCIsVGpIxub27TESmppbxD9bLAfiXulLASmiC1_OPVUp_21dAIHVUNmr5Y7qNUGh3chJjwnyLN0rdibPhrBzDgWJFaCAA-EYZIoVynyArHpbgOYkOntW0mw/w640-h480/IMG_8529.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Looking down at my feet something caught my eye. I picked up a shiny disk and read the inscription.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ccV2VxSVTqFp8sofY6K3uOwCyyilsIMVAv-xv2VI1h0oauMZnjz8PQ_df0sZaK9nuwC746xgiVzdzGAaDKIUC1ruOTNtA6Co5p04bIMUERc7wW4oq2h-K8N-ecSsaCmczLdLFOcAwPwZ-PgQwzsTnDWr6wRWe2QdJF5OAwm6MCYmCeIhMVvnvZY1eg/s4032/IMG_8531.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ccV2VxSVTqFp8sofY6K3uOwCyyilsIMVAv-xv2VI1h0oauMZnjz8PQ_df0sZaK9nuwC746xgiVzdzGAaDKIUC1ruOTNtA6Co5p04bIMUERc7wW4oq2h-K8N-ecSsaCmczLdLFOcAwPwZ-PgQwzsTnDWr6wRWe2QdJF5OAwm6MCYmCeIhMVvnvZY1eg/w480-h640/IMG_8531.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Apparently, some deceased sportsmen from Wisconsin had his ashes spread here and it was likely one of his favorite places. This find really makes a person think! Suddenly, the hunt seemed a bit more "productive'.</p><p>As I stood there, a older blue pickup truck with CO tags pulls up and a rather short fire plug shaped fellow emerged from the truck sporting jeans and suspenders. He began talking on his phone loudly and I grimaced as he disturbed my "peace". </p><p>As this was going on, Chris came down the road from the other direction and reported nothing seen as well. Once done the phone conversation, the gentleman began to talk with us and his younger son emerged from the truck to join in. He told us this was about the only place to get any cell phone reception up there. He also asked if we saw any sign of bear as another hunter apparently killed a bull several days ago just over the ridge. He told the other hunter did not recover the animal until two days later by following the vultures and took the head. These guys came across the carcass and there was a large black bear feeding on it. The son showed us a video. We chatted awhile and the duo recounted that last year was the first year either of them killed an elk, when his son killed a cow. The old man had hunted up there for 30 years until that point. </p><p>Anyway, they wished us luck and we parted ways. It was getting very dark now and Neil, who is usually the first one back at the truck, was not yet back. Hmmm....maybe he got into something. </p><p>We sat and chatted until it was pitch black and decided maybe he was taking much longer than he thought to get back to the truck via the top road which was his plan. So we started down the road that direction so he would not have to walk so far. About a mile later we spotted some lights coming across the meadow. We waited as they approached, but before long a truck passes us and turns down a little access road towards the headlamps. The truck and the three lights join up at yet another camp. Sheesh!</p><p>Going back to the parking spot we found Neil there just starting to panic we left him. He came up the opposite side.</p><p>That night around the campfire hunters enjoyed the time, the beer, and the conversation of like minded folks well into the night. Crashing in our bags the stars were amazing in the clear night sky. We all passed quickly into exhausted deep slumber.</p><p>The next morning we headed out of the area and back to civilization. Jeff recommended we stop at a little cafe he knew about for a big hot breakfast so that sounded splendid! Packing up, we followed him to downtown Breckenridge! Five stinky hunters spilled out of two trucks to the shock and awe of the resort towns bustling population of vegan and "granola crunchies". After a fine breakfast we hit the local gift shops to purchase trinkets for our loved ones back home. Jeff was particularly interested in the jewelry dealers as he left his wife on her birthday with a rotting racoon in his backyard (a long and sorted story). I found a pair of earrings for my wife and a book and stuffed animal for my 9 year old son. </p><p>After a quick stop at the trout fishing store we ended our hunt at a brewery with a few cold ones. Was the trip a fun time? Sure was! <br /></p><p>Thanks for tagging along, there is always next year! </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KO7XHmcE8YklOtgLqy7se7fsWiIsdOEP11IXATraOf06J9nLiOdzcUiMji-uWMYeYqDa-T55AcyObVCVuNOxtqV9Ca9vt4uB9J1LubdUzJC_SQvQkCwW-VCAY6MmvzRDpAKvgr1Uy2RVm2X-HNsELKRZBUDZ6GbIC5ANw8dVUKs4HFRPAuXx03EJHg/s647/IMG_8536.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="485" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KO7XHmcE8YklOtgLqy7se7fsWiIsdOEP11IXATraOf06J9nLiOdzcUiMji-uWMYeYqDa-T55AcyObVCVuNOxtqV9Ca9vt4uB9J1LubdUzJC_SQvQkCwW-VCAY6MmvzRDpAKvgr1Uy2RVm2X-HNsELKRZBUDZ6GbIC5ANw8dVUKs4HFRPAuXx03EJHg/w480-h640/IMG_8536.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-81882401886831630712022-09-20T15:36:00.001-04:002022-09-20T15:36:25.491-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C4 EP3<p>The final morning hunt was upon us. </p><p>This huge tract of dark timber was several miles wide and ran up from a road at the extreme valley floor below, to the entrance road at the top. The area was surrounded by meadows. The plan was an all out assault created by our beloved "General" Chris. We would all leave from the truck at the top of the mountain. Jeff and Dave would depart from us and hunt straight down the left side. Chris and Neil would cross and hunt from the right in a classic pincer movement, While I would high tail it down near the bottom and hook around coming upwards.</p><p>View from the top.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZKXF_EOV78SGHpD26X_bBhYK5Rk_LvHzc15cYf-lzhrCS7BQfAmVjhgWi8TYcZ53Q60etAJAY5lsch73c6dG0BOb3e-Cf-hK4EoxEMke3IRbaeJRXm0HBbTNoi9bHrpNTI0pydF1mjYKPCSDJbnxL1TcNUJ8ny_dZSnGJMVmp7D5JX01MyFTtZUj6Q/s4032/IMG_8526.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZKXF_EOV78SGHpD26X_bBhYK5Rk_LvHzc15cYf-lzhrCS7BQfAmVjhgWi8TYcZ53Q60etAJAY5lsch73c6dG0BOb3e-Cf-hK4EoxEMke3IRbaeJRXm0HBbTNoi9bHrpNTI0pydF1mjYKPCSDJbnxL1TcNUJ8ny_dZSnGJMVmp7D5JX01MyFTtZUj6Q/w640-h480/IMG_8526.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p><p>We were in high spirits as we filed slowly from the vehicle, but things quickly tuned sour as we spotted another hunter's camp near the entrance point. Bummer, but not knowing where he was hunting we continued with the plan and skirted the camp. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrDmmPbr2M-j2DklHIniSeq9G--UfEKpLcX0tJInHRp6C96L1Af6rEWCG2HM5QFeP4r8JFH4KK2NnnFNhZYTal89qVchlvS2ztoyyl36bxjoU8a5r9p0djF0dvp6WKT3IT8Ic6TlG6Tm-UeE8xcJtxzFfteqsqddBhf9PD919bFpJtjTJrRoSRU5pbw/s4032/IMG_8517.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrDmmPbr2M-j2DklHIniSeq9G--UfEKpLcX0tJInHRp6C96L1Af6rEWCG2HM5QFeP4r8JFH4KK2NnnFNhZYTal89qVchlvS2ztoyyl36bxjoU8a5r9p0djF0dvp6WKT3IT8Ic6TlG6Tm-UeE8xcJtxzFfteqsqddBhf9PD919bFpJtjTJrRoSRU5pbw/w480-h640/IMG_8517.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p>Here "General" Chris gives out his final "orders" and sends Jeff and Dave out to very slowly go down the left side.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxxcr_KUMLSK3gwwQY_doOcqlDntj9PGTyQaShhbIsdt_8B-P-GebeI7wLzSfZn8A7apv2FrdIj2IavZ_Zi7HD9okwqGp47E3JeuxJmbj8HbWrdTqM9mzCTWNrVsUT16m9f0QxktlLRuVAuvKnyRrm48r45Pb0QXwT1YQqP0m4GvjXzKBw6gLo2WSCg/s4032/IMG_8518.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxxcr_KUMLSK3gwwQY_doOcqlDntj9PGTyQaShhbIsdt_8B-P-GebeI7wLzSfZn8A7apv2FrdIj2IavZ_Zi7HD9okwqGp47E3JeuxJmbj8HbWrdTqM9mzCTWNrVsUT16m9f0QxktlLRuVAuvKnyRrm48r45Pb0QXwT1YQqP0m4GvjXzKBw6gLo2WSCg/w480-h640/IMG_8518.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Jeff and Dave appear amused as they make their departure.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpN446G5venbedrLDoP_trpfvp-ldnLDTBZcVL3MboHz9PV0QkGm_xgh1K0MmDGkuqYDHM4eDnV1d_YS0sOr-h1ftbM6Fr5e6F7GhySB2rq9fUcrPaQ2H651zRLjl00vuTaT2RJsvqihaZLZNYLIAsK3JHRyMp-v7Awq_g-7m_vFH7zNcTeVkvzTlhw/s4032/IMG_8521.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpN446G5venbedrLDoP_trpfvp-ldnLDTBZcVL3MboHz9PV0QkGm_xgh1K0MmDGkuqYDHM4eDnV1d_YS0sOr-h1ftbM6Fr5e6F7GhySB2rq9fUcrPaQ2H651zRLjl00vuTaT2RJsvqihaZLZNYLIAsK3JHRyMp-v7Awq_g-7m_vFH7zNcTeVkvzTlhw/w640-h480/IMG_8521.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Reaching the far side side meadow, I started high tailing it around and down towards the valley. As I rounded the first peninsula of trees, I was greeted with the sight of two large campers parked on the other side of the valley. Ugh! </p><p>Rounding the bottom end's steep ravine, I entered a pocket of meadow leading into the dark timber that had a small picturesque pond. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tz25jVBeJjL41XFLzdoKhQnafdbzmmkm69DKcK6DFc9LfWUrD05FHLTG8iRHHEBNUe0fl14yVSkRVKPdK035iunDP6vxLoZMNzIw0kBZa4McoknypLRJuL_xRWRW_218fIMxtzIB4Wn0vQ0LV_EMVW8RfOCBP4SMU8ciNcgtklEsdQGnw0mR6M0NRQ/s4032/IMG_8525.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tz25jVBeJjL41XFLzdoKhQnafdbzmmkm69DKcK6DFc9LfWUrD05FHLTG8iRHHEBNUe0fl14yVSkRVKPdK035iunDP6vxLoZMNzIw0kBZa4McoknypLRJuL_xRWRW_218fIMxtzIB4Wn0vQ0LV_EMVW8RfOCBP4SMU8ciNcgtklEsdQGnw0mR6M0NRQ/w480-h640/IMG_8525.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>A family of small ducks greeted me as I made my way around a game trail skirting the pond with no discernible elk sign. I entered a small fold in the top of the meadow near a large overhanging boulder and was greeted with the cool dark musty timber. Ooooh, this looked good. A steep hill bordered on the left, topped by a nice;y timbered bench. To my right the drainage flowed down to the top of that meadow pond. It was green and grassy and filled with ferns and succulent plants and I stopped to listen for 20 minutes before I started side-hilling the slope on the right. OK, I actually had to take a big dump, but the the wind was in my face so no harm done! I felt like there could be elk here, there had to be.</p><p>Not soon after, I started my slow stalk. I thought I heard what sounded like a small bull on the bench! A gutteral half chuckle. Or was I imagining things? Did I just hear that right? I cow called softly back, but heard nothing in response. Then, I thought I detected the snap of a twig. I crept forward towards the bench about 15 more yards, placing me in a good spot as the terrain hid me from sight until the animal was very close. So I waited...and waited. Still nothing. I cow called again, and repeated the waiting. Finally, I had no choice but to continue on. I never heard anything else, but I thought if I spooked it, maybe it would run into Chris. I would side-hill around and up again, maybe also run into it. Or did I just imagine it all in the call of the birds?</p><p>I was hunting really well, really slowly. Making sure every time I eased over a finger or out of a depression, that I scanned and waited. I felt effective and just needed something to shoot at. </p><p>After several hours however, I made it back up top to the meadow. Again, the strory was the same, no fresh sign, no sightings, nothing concrete. At least I didn't bump into any hunters and I was curious if the others saw anything either.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6vbRbBU7gTemwwDqPu3HcUvyJojpcTmY7TnxqITzm8l6x5_BN6HTYZ6wjmbDwkeZxDYZ353waV8qHkaFiLr8J9nr_I4JbCkgOq7FzBbTSsqGK30P_0kgyXlANMqn5MbxHaunlvR5Zi1kmoGt52UTmwRQCE4Vav5m0M0cAwiH4CwBwK3ZE9b7CGdUbw/s4032/IMG_8527.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6vbRbBU7gTemwwDqPu3HcUvyJojpcTmY7TnxqITzm8l6x5_BN6HTYZ6wjmbDwkeZxDYZ353waV8qHkaFiLr8J9nr_I4JbCkgOq7FzBbTSsqGK30P_0kgyXlANMqn5MbxHaunlvR5Zi1kmoGt52UTmwRQCE4Vav5m0M0cAwiH4CwBwK3ZE9b7CGdUbw/w480-h640/IMG_8527.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Meeting up at the truck, I found Neil, Jeff and Dave already there. Their story was the same. We certainly covered that area anyway. We sat in the shade of the truck and swapped stories, but still no Chris. After about an hour more we began to have hopes maybe he got into something. Soon, however, he came sauntering up the meadow. He didn't have any luck either, and said he heard me cow calling down in the bottom. Damn. It turns out he went lower than he planned and it was likely that I heard him as well on that bench. </p><p>We had one last evening hunt and we discussed plans as we ate our lunches at camp. Neil, Chris and I would go to that large drainage with the lake where we heard the story of two bull's fighting. Dave and Jeff would check out one last area they wanted also. We were covering a lot of ground and running out of options...and time.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-27183967334214541702022-09-20T08:41:00.000-04:002022-09-20T08:41:10.795-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C4 EP2<p>To our frustration the morning hunts proved uneventful for both groups of hunters. We were covering a lot of terrain, but still had a scarcity of elk sign. Back at camp over lunch, Neil, Chris and I decided to hunt a much longer grassy meadow that ran into the East side of the area. There were many ridges running on both sides of the valley with a small hiking trail down the center along the water. We would hunt both sides and try to find good terrain for a ambush at dusk. </p><p>Starting out early in the heat of day, Chris would hunt the North side slopes and Neil the South, I was to go deep and also hunt on the South. We parked the vehicle and prepared for a long evening. Chris took a practice shot with his judo tipped wood arrow at a small stump and broke the shaft just behind the point. I shook my head and started down the foot path. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjn5TRZaMiqF05sAaujSol9JuemATHHQ-5aTqJ9tryNBxpDXTYt6kurY7HV9wWGUPhQQ_MIMe8GQlVMcTRx3xzXWjTUdDa8h1zJSiDmrQ0RSX8UBV6LnA8LuyrJT8rNudLDIh_O0ifHuc9DJopbxzwm76P_mEsq6nhCshGNq3l5_nlGn3CFwmfGs8pYA/s4032/IMG_8524.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjn5TRZaMiqF05sAaujSol9JuemATHHQ-5aTqJ9tryNBxpDXTYt6kurY7HV9wWGUPhQQ_MIMe8GQlVMcTRx3xzXWjTUdDa8h1zJSiDmrQ0RSX8UBV6LnA8LuyrJT8rNudLDIh_O0ifHuc9DJopbxzwm76P_mEsq6nhCshGNq3l5_nlGn3CFwmfGs8pYA/w480-h640/IMG_8524.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Well it used to be a foot path, but the trail was pounded into a muddy lane by numerous cattle and a few horses. I came to the conclusion that the ranchers had finally rounded up the cattle herds and pushed them out into the valley to be corralled at the reservoir where we started. I've heard many folks tell me that cattle activity doesn't affect the elk behavior and others that say they go far to avoid the areas where cattle were. In any event, I was heading about a 1/4 of a mile down the valley and then picking a nice drainage to explore. </p><p>I approached a nice elky looking bend in the meadow and fold going up and around a nicely timbered hilltop. Side-hilling around I was immediately confronted by a barbed wire fence! Huh, I didn't think there was private land in this area, but after consulting my phone maps I decided to shift strategy again and head directly across the meadow back to the North side. Perhaps Chis will move an elk in my direction. I entered the dark cool timber and started to gain elevation. Maybe a couple hundred yards from the meadow was a well trodden trail running parallel to the meadow. Above that is started to get really thick. There were blowdowns everywhere and the new growth was already many years old. I surmised that this area was beetle killed about 5-10 years ago and the huge trees were felled by differing winds over the years leading to a cross cross maze of gigantic trees. </p><p>I was creeping along slowly and heading around some of the deadfall when I notice movement to my left and only 25 yards to me front! There was Chris sitting on his big chair, whittling a taper onto his judo arrow with his pocket knife. He looked up seemingly at me, but went back about his work. I chuckled to myself and as he didn't see me, I decided to have a little fun.</p><p>I slide out my little cow call and blew a soft new in his direction. Snapping his head up he looked panicked. I could not believe it but he still did not see me! This WWII style Fred Bear camo of my Dad's really worked effectively. So I blew a second call and his face immediately flushed with relief and realization. He was set up watching the same good trail I saw. I told him I was going to try to get above him and go up and to the left, and we parted ways. </p><p>Immediately, I was challenged with getting through the deadfall. I decided I needed to get around this stuff. I went over, under, around, trying hard to get through quietly to no avail. Finally pushed my way through to a hillside and I gazed out over a continuation of the same tangled mess as far as I could see. The only thing left to do was go backtrack to the right to get around it. After only making it 50 yards from where Chris was just below it, was more of the same. I had to actually go straight back the way I came up to get out! Chris heard me snaking through the trees and that gave him a little excitement again when he thought I was an elk. I talked to him and told him that, "no wonder the trail was so well worn, it was the only way around this mountain!" I told him to sit there the rest of the evening and I would go back across the meadow and head another 1/2 mile down the valley on that side. I was again happy with myself for sneaking so close to a hunter in ambush, but also a little "fatigued" at the lack of sign and good hunting spots. <br /></p><p>I had an uneventful hunt on the South side, but I thought Chris really had a chance on that trail if I left him and the area alone. I was hoping he would connect and when I emerged into the meadow as it was getting dark. I got a little anxious as I knew I was far from the truck, and for a minute I could not figure out which direction the truck was in. The meadow seemed to go down in elevation in both directions! Finally I told myself to calm down and consult the GPS and phone and headed out quietly scanning for elk as I trudged back towards the truck. It turned out neither Chris nor Neil had seen any animals, and we learned a similar tale back at camp from the others. </p><p>We had one more full day to hunt and get it done. We planned an all out assault on a new, very large drainage, the next morning. <br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-23687265592550818752022-09-19T13:52:00.001-04:002022-09-19T13:56:32.266-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C4 EP1<p>The drive was 2 hours but seemed exceptionally long. We were headed to another hunting unit but were still in the same forest. This part however, would not be wilderness area and we would potentially need to compete with ATVs. </p><p>The only road up to this area was a terrifyingly narrow windy dirt road, made even more treacherous by the dry dusty conditions and numerous campers and trailers leaving the area. Looking down from the sheer drop offs at times reminded one of being in an airplane. The terrain in was a little different with much sage brush, but once we got into the hunting area it was back to grassy meadows dispersed between dark pine timber. Classic elk terrain.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcRqzSvJdmYk89amgM_yUqhINcgQsLL7VJC0i8AA1vyIg7niNG1ctm3WwWHkayxjmEtzDPNxQ_9zh-XcyVIXtPMR8lg9MkPtUNY-yUAHTUr0xA6EyDFsMjrl0FjnS9uweHGaytOQ95hjY6dVzw9dLUZC4bl1mS3M3YgDg3O421NlzE9VK3R1kSK5Gpg/s4032/IMG_8506.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcRqzSvJdmYk89amgM_yUqhINcgQsLL7VJC0i8AA1vyIg7niNG1ctm3WwWHkayxjmEtzDPNxQ_9zh-XcyVIXtPMR8lg9MkPtUNY-yUAHTUr0xA6EyDFsMjrl0FjnS9uweHGaytOQ95hjY6dVzw9dLUZC4bl1mS3M3YgDg3O421NlzE9VK3R1kSK5Gpg/w480-h640/IMG_8506.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0lnnRpGCWloqh9lqZFkYjP4IwuFsTd1MU2hnyW6zusXpZ1fZOag-FJ6pq4fJh8p5mDl5Idel9S09aXq-ORdriP-ofLWY5SzvXH8cKOraII3LGRcgpyX1bmdmq-BYhfcpV5ZzhFjn8Po9DISQLKh38uEg2tsbXEiwDjbL-vgq3nPgcDS4zCNQOwQgeQ/s4032/IMG_8523.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0lnnRpGCWloqh9lqZFkYjP4IwuFsTd1MU2hnyW6zusXpZ1fZOag-FJ6pq4fJh8p5mDl5Idel9S09aXq-ORdriP-ofLWY5SzvXH8cKOraII3LGRcgpyX1bmdmq-BYhfcpV5ZzhFjn8Po9DISQLKh38uEg2tsbXEiwDjbL-vgq3nPgcDS4zCNQOwQgeQ/w640-h480/IMG_8523.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>We found a site at the campground and there were several other groups of hunters with trailers and ATVs, but not the crowds we saw in the other area. Chris was itching to scout an area we saw on the drive in, so Neil dropped him off while the rest of us established camp. We would not bother setting up the tipi this time, and would just sleep out in the open on our bags.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWvldEmLJyQdLw060bpos5vWIZhhoTdgMQKUWd3ISnMgeT-b0pT0KlgeFNt4k8SOHnL3_JnfEHJfsOhjQ8rCOsy4xXFq-vFm8cpfePSviWiz4WI5ccIGDf9d_LrOTaCaii3kwesTDPJhikoyHP6XqxoPQKS6MKoVAxgPoU2hesR1V2Q0z1JIqg3sAwA/s4032/IMG_8511.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWvldEmLJyQdLw060bpos5vWIZhhoTdgMQKUWd3ISnMgeT-b0pT0KlgeFNt4k8SOHnL3_JnfEHJfsOhjQ8rCOsy4xXFq-vFm8cpfePSviWiz4WI5ccIGDf9d_LrOTaCaii3kwesTDPJhikoyHP6XqxoPQKS6MKoVAxgPoU2hesR1V2Q0z1JIqg3sAwA/w640-h480/IMG_8511.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitu8_iVe1V_POMwzk0SQdK5W-Mts54r5MnZ8EpkfOSXdbr25y7z-7oT3eFUqIK_aDU5ISkGhf3ZC9a_w7z8114_h_F34URcM_VQgyvLdyzE0Rc4iKOKeuJe7D25l5pa92baRoNRPDs0lSU55N7F1htD1eUjHOUbnV5QzNBYSkmlDQn4Per0o0XnfRb4g/s4032/IMG_8512.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitu8_iVe1V_POMwzk0SQdK5W-Mts54r5MnZ8EpkfOSXdbr25y7z-7oT3eFUqIK_aDU5ISkGhf3ZC9a_w7z8114_h_F34URcM_VQgyvLdyzE0Rc4iKOKeuJe7D25l5pa92baRoNRPDs0lSU55N7F1htD1eUjHOUbnV5QzNBYSkmlDQn4Per0o0XnfRb4g/w640-h480/IMG_8512.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The sites backed up to a small pond they called a "Lake", but I suspected there might be some trout in there to catch with the Tenkara rod. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiig3e-HlWDr2QvHIFwL_bKbr3tckPb7RRkVqu-5kDE0cVMVzIcRha-IGrezu1cgP78EVsWWCnaSqkcTKz-3bu1u-tZ9AOczo2PkByNnz_Rp8LnQgwkKdOSoRPjFTobrSQxwXhs8YQSWY4uxVUqrbgM1ch8Ut6Cg2PHNwv5xCLPKgbpFm6xWchP_qEM8Q/s4032/IMG_8510.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiig3e-HlWDr2QvHIFwL_bKbr3tckPb7RRkVqu-5kDE0cVMVzIcRha-IGrezu1cgP78EVsWWCnaSqkcTKz-3bu1u-tZ9AOczo2PkByNnz_Rp8LnQgwkKdOSoRPjFTobrSQxwXhs8YQSWY4uxVUqrbgM1ch8Ut6Cg2PHNwv5xCLPKgbpFm6xWchP_qEM8Q/w640-h480/IMG_8510.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiktJVk9eiA9PNGvizO9DsMEExJcZJs-L5AyPsZPtBDp31vTzs8I-sFfDUBIkT89r6z2BM8Hfkh0wHHb3FDtkKu2sfYzmkffEq44ZthybCD_Zb9djwYE1b2XhBtd8HguWEf4ud7ZGJHDi5p6dRttrSsdKuf8ETBZ55OukHdxlgeCrWALfQZ3R5geEEtA/s4032/IMG_8509.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiktJVk9eiA9PNGvizO9DsMEExJcZJs-L5AyPsZPtBDp31vTzs8I-sFfDUBIkT89r6z2BM8Hfkh0wHHb3FDtkKu2sfYzmkffEq44ZthybCD_Zb9djwYE1b2XhBtd8HguWEf4ud7ZGJHDi5p6dRttrSsdKuf8ETBZ55OukHdxlgeCrWALfQZ3R5geEEtA/w640-h480/IMG_8509.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p>After unpacking and a meal, the guys took both vehicles out to glass in different directions to see if we would locate any animals at dusk, and find some areas for us to hunt in the morning. I volunteered to stay back and try to catch some fish for dinner. There were plenty of small trout rising and feeding on midges, though I could only hook up this small guy on the dry patterns I had with me. Too small, I released the pretty brook back to fight another day.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lWIv0_zVxhHrAsqZ8zEuoA32uB3CTipz7VwtXgu6JuNGJaFys3cF509OvfKLi1HGdAak56Rqkwr8Q97b8rDZdYUEST13SDljYSkPR08CQT37gcAwmWW_cwXjWyB-iOiSCi4sgvHAvw5xGFs5sPlvZCBzjrIb54YR4Z6wWGfrTyDJH7YwYkGQnIER9A/s4032/IMG_8515.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lWIv0_zVxhHrAsqZ8zEuoA32uB3CTipz7VwtXgu6JuNGJaFys3cF509OvfKLi1HGdAak56Rqkwr8Q97b8rDZdYUEST13SDljYSkPR08CQT37gcAwmWW_cwXjWyB-iOiSCi4sgvHAvw5xGFs5sPlvZCBzjrIb54YR4Z6wWGfrTyDJH7YwYkGQnIER9A/w480-h640/IMG_8515.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>When we started out many days ago, the moon was just a sliver, now it was almost half and bright in the clear evening sky. This photo does not do justice at the beauty of the moon reflected off of the lake at dusk. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGbxklbGyLRSfVl7uJQEz-geWG0SkD3Gx-cBFZL0LMedGVIWskOrwhcy0hqbVk5IlSCxsFoB87AnLVQFW3jv3AVUXJn6PtRdYrXmydUtqb_TfcRRnGUUal6GNGNh1muXHOxigIpR8ai1bDpsKjw6jZlSnspFVdTNRR2LNaWlk0tcCzRUnp2M-tlJLVw/s4032/IMG_8516.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGbxklbGyLRSfVl7uJQEz-geWG0SkD3Gx-cBFZL0LMedGVIWskOrwhcy0hqbVk5IlSCxsFoB87AnLVQFW3jv3AVUXJn6PtRdYrXmydUtqb_TfcRRnGUUal6GNGNh1muXHOxigIpR8ai1bDpsKjw6jZlSnspFVdTNRR2LNaWlk0tcCzRUnp2M-tlJLVw/w480-h640/IMG_8516.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Back at camp that evening, the guys reported no elk glassed on their scouting mission, though they did find good looking areas to target in the morning. Neil spoke with a couple others glassing a deep meadow with a lake and was told that there was a citing of two bulls battling it out several days ago on the far side of the lake at dusk. You all know how those "stories go", but since the area seemed popular we decided to attack two other drainages in the morning. <br /></p><p>Time was ticking and we only had two full days left of hunting. It was time to get it done!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-28300970340624042212022-09-19T08:27:00.001-04:002022-09-19T08:27:38.406-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C3 EP 2<p>Waking up refreshed and excited, we busily gathered our gear and downed some coffee and granola. Packing into our two trucks we headed 20 minutes down the road towards the promising area. We dropped off Jeff and Dave at the trout parking area to ascend and hit the hillside from the west, meanwhile Chris and I would come in from the East, while Neil came right up the middle of the drainage. </p><p>When we continued to our parking area and noticed there was a blue Toyota Tacoma parked nearby. Maybe we would have some company? It was a huge area though so we proceeded with our plan. <br /></p><p>I was the first to get moving from the vehicle and my assigned position was closest to the drainage where Neil was to come up. I side-hilled upwards and had a smaller aspen topped ridge to go over, before climbing the main steep ridge. I felt good and was moving silently but steadily. It was the early gray of dawn but I was glad I removed a layer of wool before starting. The wind was in my face things seemed to be going well. Thick young aspens crowned the top of this smaller rise as I crested I was looking hard for any movement. Weaving around and over obstacles I suddenly heard the unmistakable mew of a cow elk! I froze... waiting for my next move I heard it again! I took my call carefully and slowly from my the little sleeve I made in my arm guard to hold it and blew a quiet call in response. Almost immediately I hard a return call not only from the area I heard initially, but from about 60 yards to my left as well. </p><p>Knowing I could not draw and shoot from the thick I was in, I began to carefully sneak out towards the calls. Then I saw movement, and immediate recognition in my brain, as I saw another hunter arrow nocked and approaching within 25 yards. The wind blew out of my sails. Drat! The guy was scanning hard but still did not see me, so I took my string hand away and waved my hand at him several times before I saw his face flush with recognition. </p><p>We made our way towards each other and made our greeting in hushed voices. He told me he was one of two moving up from the road while there were three of his friends coming down from the top via another access road. I asked him if he was in the blue Toyota and he said, "yup". I let him know we had 5 total coming in from two directions and he let me know they thought they heard animals moving on the other side of the valley a bit earlier and were waiting for his top guys to move them towards him. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to head towards the creek bed to let Neil know of the others. I bid the fellow farewell and good luck. </p><p>At the bottom of the gully was the skeleton of an elk, and I found a nice log to sit on which gave me a shot towards the hillside on the far side and would allow me to see Neil, or anything he pushed up to me from below. After 1/2 an hour I didn't see any sign of Neil so I stalked up the far hillside to explore. The was a fine looking grassy bench up there and I moved as slow and quietly as I could. Several times, I sat in good looking areas waiting. The bench wrapped around the hillside so I continued snug against the slope and skirted the bench. At one point I saw a hornet nest torn apart, and this was the second I had seen from the bears feeding. It was bear season concurrently with the elk, and that had also increased the hunter numbers around as we had talked to two other bear hunters sporting orange previously. </p><p>At the corner where the bench wrapped I sat for a few hours until I caught movement behind me. Chris had finally crossed over and he had not seen anything either, not even the other hunters. We headed back towards the truck with no elk sighted, no fresh elk sign, and only other hunters. This was starting to sound all too familiar.</p><p>Back at camp we all decided on another drastic change, we would travel 2 hours South to the opposite end of the forest and another unit entirely. Packing in haste, we hit the road. If we failed it would not be for lack of trying. </p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-33369060115144321192022-09-15T14:24:00.000-04:002022-09-15T14:24:00.544-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C3 EP 1<p>The trip back out was still arduous, but we made much quicker time. We passed several groups of through hikers heading in to the lakes we just left behind. This valley was very busy. </p><p>It amazed us how the temperatures were in the 90's during the day, yet we could still see dirty snow/ice up high on the ridges. The snows must be very heavy in the winter.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqfjKeX3wSVaJgbByeeQ_DDDGQ-hZYXPvzQNekpP2gvRVSYOO1YYyylNG4ix98i6lNU-a7pk371XL3CEQQCbF0-DcBx7vzugNOvoUgOT5u5tDA-7pLBGSuI1w4HcgTJHxngb6TcBeEzzi1ELEpAG8LiCDjLViwPVgncBZstfci1OakA5z8eAM0IhLiA/s1921/IMG_8498crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1797" data-original-width="1921" height="598" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqfjKeX3wSVaJgbByeeQ_DDDGQ-hZYXPvzQNekpP2gvRVSYOO1YYyylNG4ix98i6lNU-a7pk371XL3CEQQCbF0-DcBx7vzugNOvoUgOT5u5tDA-7pLBGSuI1w4HcgTJHxngb6TcBeEzzi1ELEpAG8LiCDjLViwPVgncBZstfci1OakA5z8eAM0IhLiA/w640-h598/IMG_8498crop.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Laboring back down towards the vehicle we were greeted by the sight of vehicles as far as the you could see! We realized this trailhead served another geological feature that was popular with the hikers...and it was a 3-day Holiday weekend, but we did not expect this many guests! Now there was no one second guessing our decision to regroup elsewhere. There were about ten vehicles when we arrived, now there were upwards of fifty. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnx5IKmMJaumns5dV5gcKAoqdmctZivPHlPn3VBo7xySZQsMyPdTzJYWGJZjL9Wl6HZkuNroJHHsbdc9tDcZuT0u1Q_-DpuDOuLDtkAGKZrW9mkK6fBIH-tkQCwViglKuj-EvkGVNl6a4jrrB42Ab2elUhP6s2RnkVhEBMPrPgAbQRLGEbESOnHOD4dQ/s2677/IMG_8499crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="2677" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnx5IKmMJaumns5dV5gcKAoqdmctZivPHlPn3VBo7xySZQsMyPdTzJYWGJZjL9Wl6HZkuNroJHHsbdc9tDcZuT0u1Q_-DpuDOuLDtkAGKZrW9mkK6fBIH-tkQCwViglKuj-EvkGVNl6a4jrrB42Ab2elUhP6s2RnkVhEBMPrPgAbQRLGEbESOnHOD4dQ/w640-h312/IMG_8499crop.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>We headed for the small gas station back in "town" where we could get a signal and download some additional maps, talk to some other hunters, get in some hot fresh pizza and pick up some beer. The store sold two kinds of beer... an 18 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon or a 36 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. So we went with the 18 pack and headed to a campground to set up a base of operations to work from. We were now car camping and could focus on finding elk. We set up camp and Neil scoured the newly downloaded topo maps as we formed a plan. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9GOsV5w8Wr6zp_XIVeoXkmhNV3EhqFnZ3OAN9UDnYBubfLFGHWi58lb-CdmOHtvrvkH20nS_mHVmO7yYdiZZUYS37eInm8qU_tc7cUmffY3_lnHxX2ooQz-HcylrlNwTVsyccNrhrkPY2-lJNVlLQPnUdnaWZRHx_xpr67rH2gHwIbGUK1wTC4MhzA/s4032/IMG_8502.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9GOsV5w8Wr6zp_XIVeoXkmhNV3EhqFnZ3OAN9UDnYBubfLFGHWi58lb-CdmOHtvrvkH20nS_mHVmO7yYdiZZUYS37eInm8qU_tc7cUmffY3_lnHxX2ooQz-HcylrlNwTVsyccNrhrkPY2-lJNVlLQPnUdnaWZRHx_xpr67rH2gHwIbGUK1wTC4MhzA/w480-h640/IMG_8502.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>We spent that evening driving around scouting drainages in the area for a possible morning hunt, as well as cleaning up and doing a little hygiene and maintenance. We focused on a promising looking area that only had one truck parked. The drainage was down closer to the town and near a popular trout fishing stream. We would explore that area tomorrow and reset the hunt.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yWLVTwdNQVgudqsVJDY6GmHpq32jvtZ1ST7grL8J95SiA5OsxhFFmPJVUd77jjyazIyDvEYOqEOVOS2yCmCpw82ntBYKd4BYf7rR-Bt2u2IYLCk-kHvk8CVP7xjSC7yKdfC9DGFMR40lE0xNDfa89CaPCtNCrJ-Dtt36ZdLci0aeVUDdJRggws2w-A/s4032/IMG_8503.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yWLVTwdNQVgudqsVJDY6GmHpq32jvtZ1ST7grL8J95SiA5OsxhFFmPJVUd77jjyazIyDvEYOqEOVOS2yCmCpw82ntBYKd4BYf7rR-Bt2u2IYLCk-kHvk8CVP7xjSC7yKdfC9DGFMR40lE0xNDfa89CaPCtNCrJ-Dtt36ZdLci0aeVUDdJRggws2w-A/w480-h640/IMG_8503.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>In the dark of the morning we emerged refreshed and ready to hit the hunting hard again. I would drop down the gully, cross the trout stream somehow, and circle around the Mountain headed for a bowl over the ridge. Neil and Chris would go straight up the hill and head in opposing directions ultimately circling back to the road by noon. Hopefully, we would see some sign.</p><p>I knew I had the short end of the stick as my side of the Mountain would be in the sun, but I was hopeful I could find some shady folds and that top bowl that may harbor unmolested elk. I found my way across the creek on some slippery deadfall and made my way up across an interesting old canal that reminded me of a smaller version of the C&O canal and toe-path. Maybe they used this to haul logs down the mountain? It was only a few inches deep now but I stopped to filter a drink as it was already getting hot. </p><p>Making my way through a tangle of young aspen and old deadfall, the climb was slow and difficult. I was trying to sneak as quiet as possible. I kept hoping the trees would thin out or that I would cross some folds in the shade, but all was uniform as I crested the ridge. I always make it a habit when I crest a ridge or a finger to be ready for a shot and go very slowly. I was standing there taking in the sights and smells and feeling the cool breeze on my hot sweaty face, when I heard a twig snap! Keeping frozen the animal stepped out 25 yards in front of me, no idea of my presence. Yup, another deer. Oh well, again I proved I was at least hunting effectively if I could just get into some elk.</p><p>The crest and bowl turned out no better than the climb up. Sunny, hot, a tangle of deadfall and not much sign. I had another encounter with 2 more deer within twenty-couple yards that I bumped from their beds, but hardly enough shade and comfort for elk. I headed back down the mountain and refreshing myself at the truck decided to explore the opposing side of the valley in the shade as I waited for our meet up time. I unloaded my daypack and only carried my lightweight camo top and quiver, pounded the rest of my PBR, and headed off onto the cool slope. </p><p>A third of the way up I was greeted by a couple game trails crossing the slope, one of which had older elk poop and some tracks. Above these I found several small grassy benches with well worn trails through them. Now we were talking! This area looked promising. Running out of time, I dropped back to the truck and Neil and Chris both reported good looking sign, though neither saw any live elk.</p><p>Back at the camp for lunch we met up with Dave and Jeff who had come off the mountain and found the camp. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJgFWPASFksMMrjSekGrv8fzoD6i3vj8OI3wfERXGU-cXm4f42ohRnaOBRsAZ0ZntzWNqPOU8Mw-nuDSPKefgw-XFH_VMC6VpuNxxn0KVAs15YPQ_xAygA-ATlpH38jHKlI47EC6Qcu6OwCdVK0ND75aRJDVw5hP_nk9fhBa3JvHuH3bKCqk5p3nOzA/s4032/IMG_8501.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJgFWPASFksMMrjSekGrv8fzoD6i3vj8OI3wfERXGU-cXm4f42ohRnaOBRsAZ0ZntzWNqPOU8Mw-nuDSPKefgw-XFH_VMC6VpuNxxn0KVAs15YPQ_xAygA-ATlpH38jHKlI47EC6Qcu6OwCdVK0ND75aRJDVw5hP_nk9fhBa3JvHuH3bKCqk5p3nOzA/w480-h640/IMG_8501.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>We decided to let that promising area alone for a bit to cool off and explore other drainages that evening now that we could fan out with two vehicles. Those hunts turned out uneventful with similar stories of no fresh sign and a few other hunters. We made a plan to hit that promising area hard the next morning. All five of us would attack the hill from different directions. We were optimistic we should get close to some elk, and we passed an enjoyable evening at camp telling stories and putting a couple PBR away each. The stars out there are so clear, and we counted satellites going past until one by one we all crashed for the night.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-35450212998507743562022-09-15T08:37:00.002-04:002022-09-15T08:37:58.495-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C2 EP 3<p>The next morning found me again plodding across the cow meadow towards a smaller back drainage that entered just prior to the larger Y-Shaped one I hunted the first morning. I wanted to stay well clear of the "loud-mouth" camp at the head of the valley and figured I would circle around after gaining altitude back in the direction of camp. </p><p>The small ridge I had to cross to get to the drainage was very "elky" again. Nice dark timber and trails from the meadow below. Again, no fresh elk sign. I stepped over a log and noticed something sticking out of the duff. It was a carbon arrow broken near the tip, fletched with 4 small plastic veins looking like it sat there at least a year. I sat wondering if it was a missed elk, or a shot at a grouse for dinner. </p><p>Continuing on and over the ridge into the cool green drainage, I thought things looked very good. I saw the grasses freshly clipped, many trails with fresh tracks and lots of poop. The only issue was everything is black angus poop! Still I was wired and ready. I nearly jumped out of my boots when a grouse busted up about 30 yards away. No shot and it flew to the next unit. </p><p>I skirted the drainage and continued to hunt upwards into the crease of the mountains. As I neared the top, I saw a large boulder that stuck out and reminded me of the famous scene where Fred Bear was crouched behind a similar perfectly placed boulder when he shot his large brown bear. I decided to sneak up to it, and when I arrived I caught movement in my peripheral vision to the left! My God! There, not 20 yards away, was a cow's rear end with head down and feeding. I had done it! I followed the sign, made a great sneak, the wind was perfect, and there was the animal in perfect bow range completely unaware as I stood behind the boulder. The one last issue however, was that this was not a cow elk, but a "moo cow". ARRRRGH!<br /></p><p>Continuing high above camp to the North on steep and then steeper terrain, I did hear a bugle around 10 am down near the meadow, but I was almost certain was another hunter. Perhaps the two hunters we saw at the trail crest a few days before? Anyway, I headed down in that direction anyway, and came no closer to any elk or sign. </p><p>Back at camp I was discussing the lack of sign with Neil when Dave strolls into camp. We had not seen him or Jeff for several days now, and he told us of their adventures hunting about 5 miles South of us. They also had encounters with moose, but like me, only one sighting of fresh poop and no elk. Lots of other hunter activity also. <br /></p><p>It was time to make a decision. Either we would all have to head many miles down South and farther from the vehicle / trailhead, or go back down and find new territory. Too far South and there were other access roads and trails into the area. <br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqn58U7cl-ajpQ5x1Kg4FjYiDcArjK7gPP1LDWEetk7uztVBsqSsFArNfC7Gp4x7q-62hWkMGJwPQC7zknAv_oPjTqm0YnDpp-6Iv4gnGSzsmOYigxbX66aZDzPdqDux_yiALslx5eZYCs4U_D73E9VB5m4rvHb9h84tO8z9WTYqFSa1o6zcd19jpEFg/s4032/IMG_8496.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqn58U7cl-ajpQ5x1Kg4FjYiDcArjK7gPP1LDWEetk7uztVBsqSsFArNfC7Gp4x7q-62hWkMGJwPQC7zknAv_oPjTqm0YnDpp-6Iv4gnGSzsmOYigxbX66aZDzPdqDux_yiALslx5eZYCs4U_D73E9VB5m4rvHb9h84tO8z9WTYqFSa1o6zcd19jpEFg/w640-h480/IMG_8496.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p>We opted to go down, burn half a day hiking out and have the rest of the week to try to find some elk. Dave would go back and find Jeff, hunt one last evening, and join us at the campground down below. We were here to kill elk, but we needed to find them first. </p><p>Neil broke out a few large marshmallows that we roasted for energy as we broke down camp. They were a good lightweight treat.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxmDCN0qYMsOnVXWxLPiUzzuBJ1llNd_6aG3fPak26ptUaZCipcB3tg8h_NQBIqGDpn8wQjYiTdI3ySXjf3-ZT6mCt_5nf784GS7VYluNoq6CH6K1Gk05Eugm-40gGKpgLijVm48JyDRupzjvHRqoyt3UBraKAiXaIO8hU37Fs3ftarZPbEPppVq0yQ/s4032/IMG_8492.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxmDCN0qYMsOnVXWxLPiUzzuBJ1llNd_6aG3fPak26ptUaZCipcB3tg8h_NQBIqGDpn8wQjYiTdI3ySXjf3-ZT6mCt_5nf784GS7VYluNoq6CH6K1Gk05Eugm-40gGKpgLijVm48JyDRupzjvHRqoyt3UBraKAiXaIO8hU37Fs3ftarZPbEPppVq0yQ/w480-h640/IMG_8492.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Chris did a much better job of packing on the way down, lowering the center of gravity. Still, I carried the stove just to give him an extra few pounds break.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTewHMbEOTiHq74AdvWwey8uT0HqNuvwglle_W0MnsAsQM7L6nU6lgwnemwhMVSIoSXEeuI-YVeG35IThtDF88MA9-LEiZc8fkgNQGpA96hTb6jneXWFmVhjjJ1LLWoztMlss5XxICK6Cev8KGmwE3RpOn7yQUi_hfoyTFZk2ezspyPsjb6Unkxq8o9Q/s4032/IMG_8497.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTewHMbEOTiHq74AdvWwey8uT0HqNuvwglle_W0MnsAsQM7L6nU6lgwnemwhMVSIoSXEeuI-YVeG35IThtDF88MA9-LEiZc8fkgNQGpA96hTb6jneXWFmVhjjJ1LLWoztMlss5XxICK6Cev8KGmwE3RpOn7yQUi_hfoyTFZk2ezspyPsjb6Unkxq8o9Q/w480-h640/IMG_8497.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917460840609415889.post-53448396349855186832022-09-13T16:35:00.001-04:002022-09-14T08:49:57.723-04:002022 Colorado Elk Odyssey - C2 EP 2<p> ...Frozen and at the ready my mind focused on the animal 30 yards to my front. Like a cold wet rag slapped across my face I realized that I was looking at the rear end of a mulie doe. Easing my string hand down I gently teased out the phone and snap a photo. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXNREOv81ffSP9FIv_c8B_5fywMRBXuY1Fn-kFNDdvGu2TZh911g-mFRzf9HcVL2WXreWbwWtNZcRGWYDjNY-c7JaWqpFnkvdt7gOlfKU6Y4_tbLQqD2qEB6sdWPIfeCF9PKz3mIEHYnQ2snKE1AEEUz39zg8dxRgIXa9wfmns0p7HhJ5CG0wclcz9w/s1066/IMG_8482%20crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="990" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXNREOv81ffSP9FIv_c8B_5fywMRBXuY1Fn-kFNDdvGu2TZh911g-mFRzf9HcVL2WXreWbwWtNZcRGWYDjNY-c7JaWqpFnkvdt7gOlfKU6Y4_tbLQqD2qEB6sdWPIfeCF9PKz3mIEHYnQ2snKE1AEEUz39zg8dxRgIXa9wfmns0p7HhJ5CG0wclcz9w/w594-h640/IMG_8482%20crop.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><p></p><p>A second deer busted from cover unseen from my left and I felt good about at least creeping within bow range of a few deer, but still uneasy about my prospects of an elk since I was headed off by the other hunters. </p><p>Continuing to side hill, I find myself back at the entrance to the drainage where the steep slope ends in a large lake. Feeling the increasing heat, and knowing I did not carry any water, I headed down towards the lake shore. Getting closer, I see smoke and hear voices from an unseen camp down at the lake head. Oh well, at least I'll go get a drink. At waters edge I remove the burdens of my quiver and daypack. unzip the small pouch that carries my sawyer water filter and 16 oz bottle. repeating the filling and drinking twice, I sat back and enjoyed the views. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z4g1HUDkCXth-0T-wtBixRGmyL_35z6CAH5QedIKnd9jmT3qylcDq0Luexfl_xPIQ5nt0tHml054LeFCo7p7W3hTE9jAN8oVN8chUKlqHaW4MPx5WAW0dN-2e38Ej7J8lE7A77GzrmmWQ8IW6c3yhzd9eAj-ztinoK6rUN75qQgXcfAVUHgzj0SI8w/s4032/IMG_8489.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z4g1HUDkCXth-0T-wtBixRGmyL_35z6CAH5QedIKnd9jmT3qylcDq0Luexfl_xPIQ5nt0tHml054LeFCo7p7W3hTE9jAN8oVN8chUKlqHaW4MPx5WAW0dN-2e38Ej7J8lE7A77GzrmmWQ8IW6c3yhzd9eAj-ztinoK6rUN75qQgXcfAVUHgzj0SI8w/w480-h640/IMG_8489.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG2UMLOk6nVL_uZtBRRiZ9QFvuRlw8_B_cDeYKi__YNrxZoF5pGaqDIDgiLBOr7f-N9rob-H6XzWz3wZG63kUl_wqu0TRRA5qsNNy0GYLUaNaDE2PzfDZvYz36YZ8scAUAniBoi9uys53ncYbI_r26ZN-PrcgfgdaGzs5mmyYC-ku0zIAolgtZNa20w/s4032/IMG_8490.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG2UMLOk6nVL_uZtBRRiZ9QFvuRlw8_B_cDeYKi__YNrxZoF5pGaqDIDgiLBOr7f-N9rob-H6XzWz3wZG63kUl_wqu0TRRA5qsNNy0GYLUaNaDE2PzfDZvYz36YZ8scAUAniBoi9uys53ncYbI_r26ZN-PrcgfgdaGzs5mmyYC-ku0zIAolgtZNa20w/w480-h640/IMG_8490.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Packing up, I had to side hill by the camp I had heard, and continue to hear. The group was talking and cavorting so loudly I thought I was stumbling right on top of their camp despite the fact they were set up in a little copse of trees at the valley entrance. Based on their dropping "F-bombs" constantly and being so loud, I decided to avoid them like the plague. Anyway, I heard enough when one of them exclaimed, "I saw a spike and now I can die happy, I'm done". </p><p>Putting some distance between us I pondered the information gathered on the morning hunt. That Y-drainage was being hit hard on all sides and a non-shootable spike seemed to be the lone elk inhabitant. I could mark that area off. Now back to camp to see how the others fared.</p><p>When I got back to camp I was greeted by Chris sitting on his big waldrop seat and carrying a bucket of fresh water from the lake. If my nose wasn't crusty and so damn dry from the combined forces of the air and altitude I probably would have blew snot across the meadow by the sight of him with his military "rec-specs" glasses. He certainly can benefit from safety glasses! </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmYIgUlfx2UbCp_p1WS0qVN9ghdRmViruMkl-FoIwIm7UvotGD7sWLwboxVhmjUxx5iYng_DY8b0RqjsInICy2W4-MplWzB8V5ABlQ4_Al8hZGa28NEAVsW7C9830FQggRVcwNvrcQWQjTCsPDZ-ExdXy3SbxAJVLrhJ-3jvJHPmWFhXXAZumbyupPg/s4032/IMG_8485.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmYIgUlfx2UbCp_p1WS0qVN9ghdRmViruMkl-FoIwIm7UvotGD7sWLwboxVhmjUxx5iYng_DY8b0RqjsInICy2W4-MplWzB8V5ABlQ4_Al8hZGa28NEAVsW7C9830FQggRVcwNvrcQWQjTCsPDZ-ExdXy3SbxAJVLrhJ-3jvJHPmWFhXXAZumbyupPg/w480-h640/IMG_8485.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Anyway, the report from Chris (hunted to the East) and Neil (hunted to the North) was similar. No fresh elk sign. </p><p>We took the afternoon to rest, eat lunch, get water, and regroup. The altitude was starting to take a toll on me in the form of a severe migraine. I forced down water, had another cup of coffee and tried to take a short nap after setting up the tipi. Since it was dry and the forecast was fair I didn't bother setting up the stove.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLtQyydGH7kqz01xwz0Vev6DiQW7pnx7KWy1wH-GyNHbSZU9veUgEGVrstQZKy3Qoxb-Z63vsViydt1fz90rn_5r0IOpvl_vlsUqmzbAWPXdHSI9Qa8hBGxPXcjOrtTY2Q8wJOKjnaQQ2qDHQxuuBGAY9PGGfGeiywme9lZQc_mlaxx4tjCnYNo8sgA/s4032/IMG_8494.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLtQyydGH7kqz01xwz0Vev6DiQW7pnx7KWy1wH-GyNHbSZU9veUgEGVrstQZKy3Qoxb-Z63vsViydt1fz90rn_5r0IOpvl_vlsUqmzbAWPXdHSI9Qa8hBGxPXcjOrtTY2Q8wJOKjnaQQ2qDHQxuuBGAY9PGGfGeiywme9lZQc_mlaxx4tjCnYNo8sgA/w480-h640/IMG_8494.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Rummaging through my pack I found my first aid kit but was dismayed to find out I no longer had any ibuprofen, advil, or tylenol in there. Only hard core pain killers in case of broken bones or sprains. Desperate, I found my small flask of <i>Bulleit </i>bourbon I was reserving for a toast over a dead elk. A few hits off that flask and I was feeling much better and ready for the evening hunt.</p><p>I decided on an area to explore near another lake, commanded by a interesting rock formation we dubbed "The Citadel" as it looked like a fortress on high. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIA1GELIl7yIEJldBAKD_5mEg2tP_2na_L5DLCD5My_cLsUgzFAs0N3zJizJ8qvoT5uJPnhATNTqu4NBLqkwrogF_TTTvdStrIX_6_zAS9_-CGIwPOxqCaXMyRdY68O_DadZLPPO21hP_6Wfhw6SmOQbSp6I2fQw2mlHJ8QDwad6m6K34LyBcexR_4w/s2739/IMG_8479crop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2316" data-original-width="2739" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIA1GELIl7yIEJldBAKD_5mEg2tP_2na_L5DLCD5My_cLsUgzFAs0N3zJizJ8qvoT5uJPnhATNTqu4NBLqkwrogF_TTTvdStrIX_6_zAS9_-CGIwPOxqCaXMyRdY68O_DadZLPPO21hP_6Wfhw6SmOQbSp6I2fQw2mlHJ8QDwad6m6K34LyBcexR_4w/w640-h542/IMG_8479crop.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>This hunt was also uneventful, except for a brief hike around this more popular lake. There were numerous recently used hiker camps and I spent a little time casting a fly from my Tenkara rod to no avail. I was tempted to take a little refreshing skinny dip, but suspected there were some hikers around. Anyway, I was here to hunt, so I headed out and spent until dark scouting several of drainages below the lake. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwO68RhCWP-2lUYRmr1NCHZLg5U7ziyhjtJSCkHwH70a68VNuEioPPA8eZvIqXdZwfW9u3TYbCkqPLIgJ3B4hYkl3Rr443YJAhStSEsh8LFJTOXLNzXdCCjvRyfvPFwVHa_x5RQtSHWkAPYQS9UGgLK8SIOwiBXGN71oPpwiZXgED-jl8ZxRThVdR8g/s4032/IMG_8488.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwO68RhCWP-2lUYRmr1NCHZLg5U7ziyhjtJSCkHwH70a68VNuEioPPA8eZvIqXdZwfW9u3TYbCkqPLIgJ3B4hYkl3Rr443YJAhStSEsh8LFJTOXLNzXdCCjvRyfvPFwVHa_x5RQtSHWkAPYQS9UGgLK8SIOwiBXGN71oPpwiZXgED-jl8ZxRThVdR8g/w640-h480/IMG_8488.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p><p>I was back at the camp with no sign of elk to report. Chris and Neil both had encounters with moose, but neither saw any fresh elk sign either. Hmmm. Tomorrow is another day.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>two4hookinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654270103501654814noreply@blogger.com1