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Pre -
Smokepoles... soot blowers.... front stuffers....
aka - Blackpowder... Muzzle Loaders... etc.
I have a 45 cal Magnum in line... shoots a 225 gr 45 cal saboted bullet (pushed by 150 gr of pyrodex) with muzzle energy comparable to a .308!!! Will drop deer at 200 yds. Nice gun. 3-4" groups at 100 yards w/ Iron sights.... next year she gets a Leupold V1 3-9x... nothing fancy - just good solid, affordable optics.
Of course the purists are screaming BLASPHEMER!!! right about now... but what the hey!? After having a side hammer 50 cal misfire on a 140 class 5x5 2 years ago I decided that I was going in-line and to heck with the traditionalist!!! LOL
ML Season is likely to be a bust this year... very few doe in the area and snow started early so they will probably be headed for the yards already... but who cares!? Any excuse to get in the woods, right?
Waif
Kiabab...
You stirring up some poop? LOL. Colt can afford it - atleast the weapons part anyway... theres about 3 gig worth of pix of his arsenal at MF!! LOL
boredWaif
IHubbers....
Howdy - thought I'd check in and greet ya's...
Early Bow season was a bust: In about 100 hours afield I saw 14 doe and one little spike. Actually I strongly suspect that 6 of the 14 doe were repeats... <sigh>
Rifle season was a bit better... Spike in the morning that returned in the evening. He was just too tiny so we walked. Shortly after his second departure a small 6 (3x3) had a major brain fart and stopped broadside in a shooting lane. An empty freezer made the shoot / don't shoot decission easy.
The racks nothing to crow about but he sure is tasty! Second and third days produced no sightings... Next is smoke pole season on the 13th.
Happy Thanks Giving and Happy Holidays to all!
6.Waif
NYC - A gift for ya...
being as you are a chess-y kind of guy I dropped a .gif file on myfamily for ya (in the File Cabinet - called Morph.gif).
Saw it and thought, Nyc might enjoy this....
Congrats on the new addition!
Baggy O'Waif
Viv-
WOW! Lucky for Babe! (I've always thought that extreme lower abdominal scars were very fun tongue toys if you follow my meaning...
HAR!!!
keepingitonthelightsideWaif
About Joe....
What about Joe? I can't believe the faithful are evn bothering to acknowledge; the guy is derisive and agenda laddenand nothing you say - no argument, however eloquent and factual, will ever persuade him.
Still, it is mildly amusing watching the his struggle for coherency... carry on.
PS- y'all can kiss muh grits! (I'm in sunny Fla. for a week of undeserved - I mena WELL deserved, R&R) Well - gotta frun - tee time in 40 minutes... (Tournament later today so we had to tee off at this ungodly hour!! LOL)
Waif
-a bad day on the course is still a bad day on the course - but it beats the hell out of work.
Viv,
I would have bet big dollars that there would be a sour grapes note to your reply... too bad Vegas wasn't taking that bet.
theyknowbetterWaif
Viv-
I'm a waitin'.....
GO WINGS!
The Cup IS Home!!!!
YEEEEEAH, Baby!!~
WingedWaifw/cup@peace.finally//ASSKICKING.fuckyouifyoudisagree.MY-WINGS-RULE.anythingmoreisredundent
Viv....
Lest you forget... there is still HOCKEY being played... I know it seems like a month since your beloved Blues were knowked off by my wings... Oh! it HAS been a month... Gee... Time flies when you are having fun!
My Wings will wrap it up tonight. Look for the Joe to be hopping! Prediction: 5-3 Wings, with an Empty netter to salt it away.
GO WINGS!!!!
Hey Hey HOCKEYTOWN!
rubbingitinWingedWaif
Viv-
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
I do NOT want to tlak about it.
BRUTAL.
nuff whined.
Waif
Spring Turkey 2002 - The Finale
Saved the best for the last - the birds still won but what a hunt!
Partner could not make it so I was solo this go around... Tent Camping, sub 30 degrees at night... highs of about 55 during the day... fantastic weather when compared to the 80 degrees with squadrons of 52 sized mosquitos that are the norm for mid May in Michigan!!!
Saturday morning I returned to the site of the previous weeks mistake and set up with confidence. At 615 I was getting worried as I had not heard a single gobble. Five nervous minutes later I was rewarded with a lusty gobble from the same roost of the previous weekend. A minute later he gobbled again so I gave him a few sleepy tree yelps which he cut off with a booming gobble. My confidence growing I forced myself to wait a few more minutes and several gobbles before giving my fly down which was also immediately answered. A quick couple yelps and I shut up to wait for my bird. He ansered these from the limb and minutes later asked me to join him from the ground. Naturally I ignored his instructions. He insisted. but... Was he facing away from me? sounds like he's moving the wrong way... what the... BOOM! Needless to say "my bird" never said another word...
This left me searching for huntable birds. After several stops at previously good spots I found myself driving deeper down the truck trail than I had ever been... rounding a corner after having crossed a powerline, out of he corner of my eye - movement. I turn to see 6 Toms in a mid day bachelor group. Not good - that many together means the season is further along than I had thought - still....
I resisted the urge to slow and look, instead driving by giving no indication they had been seen. about 600 yards down the road I turned into a smaller trail toward the powerline; grabbed my gear and hot footed it back. Setting up aboput 150 yards from the birds I let my breathing calm before calling. They did not answer but I was confident that they would come - I was calling from what looked like prime strutting area... they HAD to come.
10 minutes later I am getting nervous... they should be about to cross the strip of woods seperating the road from the powerline... whats that? A truck approaching at a decent clip from the right... abruptly, almost exactly when I dreaded he would, the truck slowed and stopped. Almost a minute passed - I could see bits of the truck through the 60 odd yards of woods seperating the powerline from the road... then the truck moved on. Hope springing eternal, i waited 10 minutes and called again, I gave the set up a hour after the departure of the ill timed truck, then stood to go confirm what I already knew I would see.
3 seperate sets of wing drags giving way to long strides exiting stage left into the thicker woods on the other side of the road confirmed my fears. I could almost see the gobblers strutting down the road and begining to turn toward the powerline when they heard the truck... the wing drags eneded at deeper tracks marked where, uponm hearing the truck, the birds had slicked and stood waiting nervously. The obvious "run for the hills" tracks told to the rest of the story...
The rest of Saturday afternoon was spent scout hunting to no effect.
Sundays plan was a lock. After having inspected the area of first sighting, it was obvious the birds fed in under the large oaks... first light would see me there.
At 5:00 I was surprised to see the flashligh in the distance swinging a rythmic arc, on side the truck road, 5 miles from the hard road.... I was even more surprised to see a guy in his early 30's inadequately dressed for the 30 degree temps and the 3 kids - roughly 7 to 12 years old, only wearing hunter orange sweat shits, on the side of the road.
"Can you give me a pull? My truck is stuck down this two track"...
"How long have you been out here"? I asked.
"Since about 1 am... we were 4 wheelin'...."
No shit - I thought... HAd the guy been alone I might have blown him off - my hunt was on the line and there would be others along presently... besides, it was, if anything, getting warmer... he'd live.
But the kids looked miserable and hopeful at the same time.
"Pile in" I said, gesturing to the bed.
I half a mile of horrible muddy and rutted trail later we come uponm an 89 S10 blazer, leaning precariously at a 45 degree angle, the right tires having dropped into the caverous ruts the driver had tried but failed to avoid... I couple minutes later with his "rig" back of terra firma I accepted their thanks and raced to recover my schdule.
I set up at about 6... trying to be quiet becasue the frequent booming gobbles were very close.... As I prepared to give them a fly down a real hen beat me to the punch... worse: she was directly between the gobblers and my position.
TIme for Plan B. I set up my lone hen in feeding position and waited. Starting at about 7 I gave in frequent purrs and the occasional cluck mixed in with leaf scratches... just a lil hen feeding over here guys - nothing to worry about.
8am... movement to my left. 70 yards out the boys fed in a loose arc around my position. Nothing to do but leaf scratch and soft purrs... I did not dare yelp at that range. They never noticed and fed on out of sight.
I waited 20 minutes and quitely gathered my hen. Sneaking up to the road edge I peered down in the direction I had expected the birds had crossed. Whoops! They they were in the road about 150 yards away. Luck was on my side as they gave no indication of having seen me and crossed unhurriedly.
Moving as quickly and quitely as possible I went the opposite direction on the road for about 10 yards, cut through the strip of woods and reached the edge of the powerline. Looking ot my right, no birds were in view. I quickly set the little hen looking away from where I expected the gobblers to emerge; settled in against the base of a large oak and let an inviting series of yelps float from my slate. Immediately the Lead Bird gobbled and emerged from the woods about 250 yards away... caught sight of the hen and broke into a dead run, several other followed. Oh my! As the bird dipped below a small rise between us I expected to see him pop over the top any second.
Minutes passed.
In desperation I yelped again. GOBBLE!!!! In full strut he emerged over the rise, his buddies flanking him, 3 of the six in strut! WOW!!! 80 yards out they strutted purposefully toward the obviously deaf hen than would not turn to face them... 70 yards... scope covers open, gun up....
A shadow crossed briefly over my concealed position. Suddenly the Strutting parade slicked and bolted into the woods on the far side of the powerline... looking up I see the culprit: A red tailed hawk thinking that turkey had been on his morning menu. <sigh>
I eneded up waiting out the birds figuring that this was their strut zone and they would return when the hawk was gone. They did, about 30 minutes later and back at their original spot some 300 yards away.... the dominant bird would gobble to any call I made but would not move form his strut spot. Recognizing that this was a no win I packed up, crosed the road, and made a 1/4 mile circle around the birds, setting up almost opposite of my previous position. Opting not to use the decoy I took up a spot inside the tree line and clucked and purred. That I was heard was confirmed with yet more gobbles but the birds never came in.
An hour later after they had ambled into the woods on th far side of the powerline I made one last attempt, in desperation I circled them again, this time about 1/2 mile and then closing on them from 90 degrees to the lin established by my two prior positions, using the still rather frequent gobbles to keep my bearings. I', thinking: Its noon and this old boy has been gobbling non stop all morning... why won't he commit?
No answers as my final set up resulted in an hour and a half of sore butt and no more gobbles.
I tell ya, I pulled out almost every trick I know for these guys - the fact that I did not harvest one is imaterial - they gave me 8 solid hours of the most fun I have ever had in the turkey woods.
Another season gone by, more lessons learned, memories made.
Waif Out.
Guess who.....
is going to Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals?
12 row, right behind the crease.....
YEEEE HAAAAA!!!!!
GO WINGS!
BRING IT HOME!
Bag 'o Waif
Turk-
A classic case of not sticking to the plan...
Friday was really windy - like 30 gusting to 40+ windy... the birds might have been gobbling their heas off, but unless one was in your back pocket you would not hear a thing...
Given than we spent the day walkin and talkin hopeing to stumble on a bird close enough to hear our calls... what we did mostly was scout.
A previously identified spot showed continued use by at least 2 mature birds. Using a trick I picked up at a seminar earlier this sping we wipe the tracks clean on a section of trail and returned later to see if we could pin point when they were traveling that corridor. As of 6 pm Friday there were no new tracks.
30 Sat morning saw us analyzing the fresh tracks documenting the birds passing on the way to the roost the night before... Our hopes high, we waited for the first gobbles of the new day. Thursday it had rained all day and Friday was a windfest... I told my partner that since they had been held down by the weather for two days, the Toms would be busting out this morning.
I was right. Starting at about 545 gobbles echoed from all around us, but distant... what I estimated at between a 1/4 and a 1/2 a mile... Where were our birds? Their tracks were big, and they were alone... they should be leading the chorus this morning.
6:00. Constant if not frequent gobbles and still not a peep from our boys... 6:15. The pressure is too great. We decided that for unknown reasons our boys are either not nearby or not talking. We target a nearby bird that sounds fired up and head after him. passing near our truck we bump into 2 other hunters... "Any sign back where you came from?" they ask... "Nothing" I lied. (as if I am gonna tell then that there are a couple longbeards back there!) They were in fron of us and headed toward the same bird we were... timing is everything so rather than get in a foot race I wished them buck and pondered plan C.
10 minutes og by when I hear a booming gobble behind me. Close... but by my estimation on the other side of the river... Odds of calling him across the river? Slim I figured. We jump in the truck and 10 crazy minutes later have crossed the bridge and 5 miles of forrest road and mud holes to position our selves for a shot at this hot bird. As if on que, as soon as we had donned our vests and closed the truck doors he sounds off. Close by, maybe 300 yards or so, just down the slope.
Spotting some mature Oaks about 100 yards away we make a bee line to set up if what may well be his moring feeding site. As we push the decoy stakes into the ground he sounds off again - CLOSE! The smile on my face freezes as I hear yelps answerng him.
Hunters or hens? I always assume its another hunter - gotta stay safe. Assuming this guys is already working the birds my heart sinks. Another gobble... from the same spot, he's not moving but he is on the ground... The yelps float back almost immediately - having closed the gap to the gobbler by half.
Which is worse? A hunter of live hens?
Having been freed from the ethical shackles preventing me from trying to call a bird out from under someone already working it I immediately hammered him with some yelps leading to cutts. I was rewarded with a lusty double gobble... and a hen tongue lashing by the real ones now running to their man.
He continued to encourage the "other sassy gals" (us) to join him but after 20 kminutes and a few exchanges he predicable went silent. by 730 we knew he would not be coming in right away.
picking up we made a mile long run and gun loop in the opposite direction hoping to pick up a stray. No luck. For some reason we decided to go back to plan A...
Arriving back at our original setup at 9 am we were treated to the most horrible scene... 150 yards of double strut marks leading directly past our setup... the birds strutted wo within 20 yards of where just 3 hours earlier I had been sitting...
With a sicken realization the reality of what had happened dawned on me... The birds we heard gobbling behind us was not on the other side of the river at all... he (they?) had flown down without calling from the roost and were actually dangerously close when we first hear them. As we made like Parnelli Jones hot footing it to the otherside of the river these old boys had calmly strutted right past were we had "known" they would be.
A classic case of not sticking to the plan.
As a foot note we only had until 9am to hunt on Sunday (had to get home form Mothers Day - we may be tough hunters but we are not stupid!). Learning from Saturdays mistake we set down at 530 Sunday morning and held fast until 9 knowing that they would show. I called in a hen and got a sore butt.
And so it goes... maybe next weekend?
Waif
judd...
I feel you pain, bro.
Rest easy, Tyler is.
Waif
However...
Cant't pass up the chance to say...
NEXT!
cupboundWingedWaif
I was going to post my disapointing Turkey story... but I think I'll let a few more posts intervene between Nyc's lovely tribute...
Turk-
Great hunt! Spurs may not be huge but a 9+ " beard is nothing to sneeze at! Besides, you start field scoring a birdby his spurs and its gonna be KFC for dinner! LOL
Sounds like everything you could have asked for in a hunt - I'm happy for ya...
Now... send some of those good vibes up my way along about 6am Friday morning, ok? :)
waitingWaif
THATS ONE.
Congrats to the Blues - played an inspired game tonight and the Wings were F L A T.
Waif
Turk-
Congrats! Beard Length? Spurs? and the story man! the story!
gottahaveit!
HeadInTheSandViv,
Not at all - the Blues are doing plenty of that for all of us. Ask not for whom the horn blows... cause he'll be wearing RED!
Brought to you by the HockeyTown Truth in Posting Commitee.
Turkee-
You can't go wrong with a Browning Citori (sp?) A buddy of mine got one for his wife for the same purpose; she's a slight one as well - maybe 5'4"ish and about 125? She loves hers.
Bag 'o Waif
ps - she whips him at sporting clays regularly now so - buyer beware! : )
scoutin' report...
Well - it finally almost here. My season starts Friday morning.. actually my season starts Monday morning... but I won't be going up 'til Thurs. PM.
Arrived in camp at 930 Friday night... my buddies were hunting their season and had a comfy fire going... nursing a few of Mr. Busch's favorites, we easily fell into that special conversation mode that only a camp fire under the stars can bring... Judds right, if the Isreali's and the Palestinians were forced to share a campfire we'd all sleep easier at night!
"Sinus Condition" Bob provided a lulaby which rivaled even Judds nose music! (Rivaled - not exceeded... you are still the undiputed king, bro!)... Got cold... like 25 degrees cold... Bob's sleeping bag was one of those Kmart jobs rated at 45 degrees - he froze. Serves him right as I had to shove toilet paper in my ears just to TRY to get some sleep... wheres Rambo with the ear plugs when you need him? (I gotta remember to put those plugs in my essential camp gear box!!!) (just updated hunt_gear.xls !!! LOL)
Eventually I even go so far as to go to the truck to evaluate whether I could get comfortable enough to sleep there... in the end I opted for the TP! About 2am ol Bob gets so cold he gets the propane camp stove and brings it in the tent... I'm thinking - this nut case is going to kill us with CO!! Rather than argue with him I simply opened a tent flap to allow air flow... my bags rated at 15 below - I waas toasty! : )
3:45 the alarm goes off... coffee, black and strong... bacon, burnt... and eggs over cooked and dry... in other words a FEAST of a hunt camp breakfast!
Then its off to the woods... I located 5 gobblers by 7 or so... scouted until about 1 and then went back to camp lunch... ended up taking a nap - got one heck of a sunburn on the left side of my face! LOL...
Bob got himself an 8 inch bearded Tom... He's on cloud nine! His partner did not score but still had a great time. The birds have been henned up hard for the past several weeks and it just started to break yesterday... still seeing them with the hens but the are starting to gobble again after fly down... with the next several days forecasted for stormy weather and clearing by the weekend the timing really looks good...
fingerscrossed@.waifs_camp/earplugs
More prietsly humor...
blah blah blah.... (editing out the long part)...
"Excuse me son, What Father Murphy give for anal Sex"?
"Ussually a bag of Chips and a Coke".
readersdigestBaggy
Viv-
Do not trifle with Redwings for you are porous and play like pee-wee's....
THATS TWO.
GO WINGS!!!!
WingedWaif
"Swamp"ers...
Posted a link to mytopo.com over at the original a while back...
Have since purchased maps from these folks.... they get an unmitigated 2 enthusiastic Thumbs up... Before your next hunt trip take a stop at their site, fork over the $15 bones and be the envy of all the "mapies" in you camp.
These are custom first quality Topos printed in super high res on that cool tear resistant / waterproof paper... not often I endorse a product - but this is the real McCoy.. check it out.
Oh yeah - coming soon... the same service for Aerial Photos... and not far behind that will be Aerial Photos with Topo info superimposed... now we're talking!
Bag 'o Waif
Carolynn, Viv and other unforetunates...
THATS ONE.....
GOWINGS
HockeyTown Rules
and all that...
WingedWaif
Blues...
Had best be rooting HARD for an LA Victory tonight... unless, of course, they have already made Tee times...
GO WINGS!!!
Baggy
'sup ya'll?
thats ghetto texan in case anyone was wondering....
happened to stop by the Swamp and thought I'd pay this'n a visit too... hos everybody been?
Ol Turk dropped a line yesterday, seems his turkey season opened today (I think) so its gobbler chasing and trout fishing in PA...
Me? I got another 9 days til my opener but probably 12 til I hunt... looking forward to a good season - with ot without the cooperationof the birds!
On the home from: Daughter did Math Pentathalon today and kicked butt. "won" all her games but tied one and lost one on misapplication of rules... still walked with a "bronze medal"... needless to say, Daddy is VERY happy and flat broke the proud-o-meter!!!
Waif
judd-
you bad bad man- how dare you mess with handles.... now go sit in the corner.
Hey Paule...
I got an Email from Matt the otherday under the Address List "Premium Users" or something like that... Does that mean I am alredy Grandfathered in?
CuriousWaif... I mean Baggy
nyc
accepted.
Waif
Paule-
Why don't you shut the f up about stuff you don;t know about?
Heres the facts: Judd let ola create a host of alisas's for ih thru his isp. In itself not so bad. But then ola guessed Viv password - thats "punishable". Matt traced it and as nyc said "poof" go all the alias's originating fomr Judds isp.
Judd gets pissed and throw nyc out of mf inrelatiation.
Then NYC gets all rightous and send me email about how dishonorable I am and all that scht. Then Judds apparaent;ly restores nyc after "whacking his peepee".
Then paule foams at the mouth again seeing links where there are none. (the nyc wife post was a play on nycs tales about the 300 pound moountain women that saved his assp when they went boating, but even if you missed that tie in you should have realized that it was nothing more than a poke in the ribs - could have just as easily said Mrs. Paule, or Viv, or my wife for that matter - it was a joke!)
Lastly - Judd said he could come back. He did NOT say now that WE did anything. That action was his and his alone - stop making assumptions; I had nothing to do with that.
a trifle miffed but I consider the source,
Waif
Colt....
Only if they are quick.
DID NOT!
I DID NOT!!!
hmmmm.... Guess it ain;t horse or zebras....
Heres what Ithought was going on:
Vivian
\/ivain
Look alike?
look again..
\ / ivian \/ivian...
But alas - Not so... Oggie simply guessed the password...
notascleverasIthoughtBaggy
ps - the HomelessWaif on this board belongs to someone else...
Nyc-
So happens I am on the phone with oggie as I type...
I was wrong... I thought that he had been clever to post as Viv... turns out that he wasn't clever, just lucky.... turns out that he simply guessed her password.
Here's something you'll get a kick out of - he apparently spent hours at the keyboard and managed to guess yours too...
So... seems hes not a tech wizard or anything like that - just a guy with WAY too much time on his hands....
As for posting my name and address, why would you do that? I have not posted yours nor have I posted as you, nor as anyone at Ihub...
baggy
Viv,
I'm just a simple minded waif but I KNOW how its done... and Matt and his techies will pull their hair out before they figure it out...
Think horses, not zebras...
Please don't be mad - but I find this extremely funny. I know oggie is a pain and it appears he's been having a high ol time of it playing Sybil on this board. But the \/ivian "hack" is really funny. When you figure it out you too will gudgingly admit that it is indeed clever. simple, but clever.
Disclaimer: I have not been reading all the posts here so I do not know if he's done any realy harm with \/ivian... if he has let me know... I'll give him a spanking...
Baggy
nyc- re: DRM
Think of it as a death sentence for Napster. In broad terms it would amount to digital copyrighting.
LMAO! can't help but recalling judds old cellblockD tag line...