Thursday, August 31, 2006

Tune -up with Artemis

Took the Mis-tress out for a quail tune-up. Hot, but we had fun. Thanks to Elon for the fine camera work. I'll run her a few more times and then its off to Black Lake for the real deal.

Oh, and the quail, of which there were three...

Breasted, salt rub and slathered in olive oil and garlic. Cinnamon sprinkle on both sides. Grill, baste liberally with orange spice sauce (found in asian section of wegman's). Serve w/ mint garnish. Delicious.










Miss on "slam" point.










Found one in the hedgerow.











The Miss-creant and Pops.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

For the one or two loyal readers of Vassili's deer sniping blog, Vassili has updated the blog with an account of his latest kill. Day 50. Some of you might find it mildly amusing.

Josh, that's an interesting looking pooch. Is that one of those naked mole rat terriers?

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Breed selected, now on to preparations ...

Just a few short months ago I unloaded all my dog training books to KGT. I had accumulated them over the years knowing one day I too would be with dog.

This past Spring, I had come to the sad conclusion my life would be dogless. I packed up the books (a number of Wolters titles, and a few assorted other authors) and dropped them off with KGT when I visited for Spring turkey season.

KGT is a wise man and insisted, despite my confident contrariness, he would hold the books on long-term loan and not take them as gifts.

I now stand before you requesting advice on books and your own insights concerning training dog as hunting buddy (of the retrieving and flushing kind) and family member.

Umm, KGT , could you send some of those "gifts" back my way?

Monday, August 21, 2006

goose pimples for early goose

Here's another oldie but goodie to get you all pumped up for early goose--or as we in the nuisance sniping trade like to call it, the September Nuisance Goose Season.


Frederic Remington, "Goose Shooting"

I'm wondering what goose sausage would taste like . . . .

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Empty out those freezers, boys

Superior Shooter's laundry list of killables reminded me that it's that time again--you should all be cleaning out the freezer of all the old game flesh in order to make room for the new.

Which means that the barbecue grills should be working overtime. Serious sportsmen, of course, will have a full time grill attendant on staff . . . just like they did back in the 1950s, when this picture was published. It was truly the heyday of sportsmanship.


Remember: girls love grills.

Friday, August 18, 2006

cattails yellowing
vacant seats at double black
ducklings hide beneath

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Must be everyone's gearing up...

Wow, even Superior Shooter's call for grouse group gabbing has gone unheeded. I'm guessing everyone's just busy polishing their dekes in eager anticipation of another long hunting season.

Well, I've been busy at least. Made up a beautiful batch of venison summer sausage--turned out awesome! I went back to the store today to order another 2-3 pounds of pork fat for the next batch, which I figure will fill the smoke box with 20 pounds or so. Just in time for goose season, early grouse, and who knows, maybe even Safari Jim's Michigan grouse camp. Say Jim, is that still a possibility? haven't heard. I don't know with the price of gas whether I'll even be traveling this year, but we can still hope, can't we. Anyway....

Here are some vintage sporting road hunters to pump you up.

Monday, August 07, 2006

I got tired of Vassili's fan mail

Here is some sporting art to get us in the mood for the upcoming hunting season. I don't know about you all, but I can't wait to be surrounded by dead thangs.

The painting is a self-portrait by Alexandre François Desportes, circa 1699.

Friday, August 04, 2006

I'd say that's impact!

Moments after completing this evening's entry for Confessions of a Deer Sniper, Vassili received the following comment, which was then forwarded to me moments before Zaitsev deleted it from the blog.

From: Anonymous <anonymous-comment@blogger.com>
To: jat4@cornell.edu
Subject: [Confessions of a Deer Sniper] 8/04/2006 10:32:43 PM
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2006 19:32:45 -0700 (PDT)

u sound like a sick fucker...i hope someone gutts the daylights outta u one day
--
Posted by Anonymous to Confessions of a Deer Sniper at 8/04/2006 10:32:43 PM

I'd say that's impact!

The Site Meter data indicated our fan mail came from India, which gives us the international recognition we have long craved:

Domain Name touchtelindia.net ? (Network)
IP Address 203.101.5.# (BTNL-DL-DSL)
ISP Bharti Broadband networks Limited
Location
Continent : Asia
Country : India (Facts)
State/Region : Maharashtra
City : Pande
Lat/Long : 18.3833, 75.2333 (Map)
Language English (United States)
en-us
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Browser Internet Explorer 6.0

So we got that going for us!

Five Smart Guys who Hunt and Mr. Mike

Five Smart Guys who Hunt and Mr. Mike

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Swamp Poodle


I mean, come on. How cute is that?

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The always quotable Aldo

Someone shared this with me recently. Thought you might enjoy.

"The bird hunter watches only the dog, and always knows where the dog is, whether or not visible at the moment. The dog's nose is the bird hunter's eye. Many hunters who carry a shotgun in season have never learned to watchthe dog, or to interpret his reactions to scent"
-- Aldo Leopold, Round River

SJ

Vassili's photos are online

Because Blogger's photo hosting function appears to be all out of whack this week, Vassili (with a little help from his friend, Frank Zappai) posted his deer butchering photos on Flickr. Once you're there you can click on each photo for narrative description of what you are seeing. Path Walker will take special delight in the closeups of the dedicated deer carcass refrigerator.

Enjoy.


dedicated deer carcass refrigerator
in the "open" position

Monday, July 24, 2006

For the love of God, spay and neuter your pets

As per Winchkins's instructions, I googled the excessively large testicled "Tanuki" and got culturally edified. Good for me.

What I don't understand is how a big-balled raccoon dog is such a cultural icon. And why the heck don't they simply snip snip the ferret's jewels rather than make him drag his rocks around on the ground? That seems like animal cruelty to me. And take it from me, hunters are against animal cruelty. Think one shot kill.

So . . . in the spirit of "this is this," I think we should declare July 25 National Trim Your Raccoon Dogge's Testicles Off Day. Your raccoon dog will thank you for it later.

here's one for Cagey



something completely different


sorry, I just couldn't take looking at that cross-dressing ferret of Josh's any longer. Hey Josh, whassup with that rat in drag, anyway? something you want to get off your chest, pal?

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Need Input - Family Planning


Well, it finally happened. The kids are asking about getting a dog. I have mixed feelings about it for reasons I won't go into, but I'm not dead-set against it or anything. So, I'd like to open this topic up for discussion ...

...based on the following requirements, which breed would you all recommend:

1. the pooch would be a 95% house dog, 4% waterfowl dog, 1% duties as assigned
2. we have a tiny backyard
3. we live in the developed burbs

A Labba-dabba is an obvious choice, but wondered if other sporting breeds might offer a calmer house presence. Or is calmness in a Lab something I can look for in its lineage?

If I could clone Fiona, I would.

Vassili shoots and scores!

Well lads, the Russian sniper who saved Stalingrad is on the board with his first doe of the nuisance sniping season. You can read about it here.

Orphans

Monday, July 17, 2006

confessions of a deer sniper

Vassili has been at this deer sniping thing now for ten days, and in that time has had at least four quality opportunities to slay deer, three of which he has flubbed and one of which is where he decided not to kill Bambi's and Faline's mother. You can read the gory details here, you might find some of them mildly amusing. In addition, there have been one or two opportunities where that long range sniper rifle might have come in handy. Oh well. It's a long season.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Aldo a Tool?

Here's a book recommendation for ya.

If the tool fits...

This is for science

Here's my contribution to Cabin Boy's "scientific" survey.

Enjoy.

just the thing for camp

This posting is from the beerhaikudaily web site. You definitely have to check out the link to the German site.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

You’ve gotta want it.

No beer opener
and the good stuff waits inside.
What’s a guy to do?

Contributed by Captain Hops.

References: Here is a website that is compiling a list of 1000 ways to open a beer without a bottle opener. As of this morning they are up to 994. In the upper left there is a link that will allow you to translate the site from German to English, however, the detailed photography makes this translation unnecessary.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

My workplace, the "pathetic outpost of the indifference and anglocentrism"



From today's Washington Post - At U.S. Urging, Court Throws Lamberth Off Indian Case

Here's the money quote:

" (the Department of Interior is) a dinosaur -- the morally and culturally oblivious hand-me-down of a disgracefully racist and imperialist government that should have been buried a century ago, the pathetic outpost of the indifference and anglocentrism we thought we had left behind."

On the other hand, we do have a nice snack bar. So, we got that going for us.


Monday, July 10, 2006

Exciting News From USFWS!


Ahh, the joys of old-boy networking (I was desparate for a story, PW desperate for fame)...

...from the most recent edition of Fish and Wildlife News (page 11 of this PDF):

Andy Weik is a wildlife biologist for the Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge, located in Maine along the New Brunswick border. Weik recently joined the Service from the Maine Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife, where he worked on a range of wildlife issues, from endangered species to migratory and upland game bird management. His wife—also a wildlife biologist studying habitat selection of lynx and Newfoundland marten—and young son Nolan joined Weik in his recent move from the metropolis of Bangor to the wilds of the Moosehorn region.

Fish & Wildlife News recently caught up with Weik to get his take on becoming a Service employee, and how well he’s been able to integrate his family with his new refuge family.

This could be fun...






hey ya'll

Most of you collect wings for USFWS projects, especially woodcock. Lets all scan and post our results to have a gander at. I am especially interested in Bill's sheet, since it had a snipe on it, as I recall. And of course, Jim's and Andy's should be about a mile long.

I will post mine here to get us started. Yeah, yeah, I know its small. Keep the lewd jokes to a minimum Tantillo. :)

caveat...this is not a competition, but rather a scientific sharing of information among cordial colleagues. (as if...)

Now don't be shy boys...

Saturday, July 08, 2006

second phase of rifle thinking...

Okay, here's where I'm at now. After a week's worth of good hard advice from all of you, I made the jaunt to Bass Pro and was lucky enough to get the salesman who probably knows the most about guns there. Dave is a 68 year old gunsmith with his own shop, who spent more than 25 years doing factory certified warranty repairs for Remington, Weatherby, and other major gun makers.

After gabbing with him for over an hour, he convinced me to reconsider the Remington decision, even though he clearly favors Remington over Ruger, Savage, Winchester, and CZ if those are the only rifles under consideration. In his opinion Remington's quality control is not what it should be, and he believes that it is a 50/50 proposition of getting a great rifle or a great lemon. (Well, if not 50/50 then at least it's a bit of a crap shoot.)

So he thinks that accuracy-wise and materials-wise, the better choices in the "500 dollar bolt action rifle" class are (a) the Weatherby Vanguard, which in synthetic stock with blued barrels is about $440, and (b) the Tikka T3 Lite, which similarly configured would be about $550.

Weatherby Vanguard

Okay, so that's now part of the mix. The Weatherby is a Japanese-made gun (we know THOSE are good shooters) and weighs about 7.5 pounds. The more expensive Tikka is a Finland-made Sako gun marketed by Beretta that weighs 6.25 pounds. In Dave's estimation, the Tikka is a somewhat better made gun, but both should perform similarly. Each comes with a warranty guarantee of 1" groups at 100 yards, right out of the box. He thinks they are the best shooting value in that price range today.

Tikka T3 Lite

Does anyone know more? Anyone want to chip in with more advice? (I know you're all tired of this thread by now, but honest--I'll make it up to you some day.) I guess the real question is should I go with "better" Tikka gun and lighter weight, for more money but also more recoil . . . or should I go with the similarly performing heavier gun and save $100 to put toward better optics? The Tikka comes with scope rings, so actually it would end up being maybe $50-$60 more than the Weatherby.

I think I've probably just answered my own question, but there it is, and I appreciate any more comments that any of you might care to make.

thanks gang.

Monday, July 03, 2006

expertise


The Pentagon announced TODAY the formation of a new 500-man elite fighting unit called the United States Redneck Special Forces (USRSF) .



These Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Kentucky, Mississippi, West Virginia, Missouri, Oklahoma, Tennessee, and Texas boys will be dropped off into Iraq and have been given only the following facts about terrorists:

1. The season opened today.
2. There is no limit.
3. They taste just like chicken.
4. They don't like beer, pickups, country music or Jesus.
5. They are directly responsible for the death of Dale Earnhardt.

The Pentagon expects the problem in Iraq to be over by Friday.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Could have easily been flattened!


OK - so we're out on a bushwalk in an area along the Selinda spillway, just east of the Okavango Delta, which had previously been hunted. The local animals were a bit skittish of humans, because of the association. Our guide carried a .375 just in case. We were having a really nice walk. Heard a cheetah "bark" and baboons alarm call because of the cheetah. Watched impala, kudu, and lots of different birds. About 2 hours into the walk we were going through some fairly thick shrub, when the guide spotted a bull elephant about 75 meters ahead of us. We stopped and watched him forage for while. The guide figured we were on his game trail, so we back tracked a bit and went around so we could see him from a different angle and then watch him go down the path we were on. After we got into position, the elephant did exactly that. After he finished eating he started down the path were we previously on. BUT, for whatever reason he stopped, turned and came right at us. As soon as he turned the guide told everyone not to move. We were in a spot where we had very little protection, just some scrawny shrubs in front of us for camouflage. The bull didn't show any aggressive behaviors - no head shaking, no throwing dirt, no bluff charges - but he just came right at us. At 20 ft, yes 20 feet, he stopped. About this time I heard the guide put a round in the chamber of the rifle. Needless to say everyone in the group all thought "OH SHIT" to themselves (some even said it loud enough to hear) when he did this. The bull extended his ears out as wide as he could, drew his head back so his tusks were pointed right at us, and brought his trunk up to check us out. This stare down lasted about 2 or 3 minutes. He then started to walk off just to our left. One of the guys in the group snapped the above pic when he did (that's my head on the right). Sure looks like he was within 10ft at that point. He continued to walk off and then started foraging again. This was definitely a highlight of the trip, even though it could have gone so very differently.

SJ

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

My so-called career as a deer sniper...

well gang, my neighbor the vineyard owner has gotten a nuisance permit for five deer over on Seneca Lake. While I am planning on diving in with my Rem 11-87 slug gun as soon as I have some refrigeration capability in place, I figured now's as good a time as any to start thinking about using this opportunity as an excuse to grow the gun collection. If you know what I mean.

So I'm looking for advice on purchasing my first rifle. Nuisance shooters can use centerfire guns up until 11:00 at night here in New York, plus spotlighting is legal for the job as well (but sorry Jay, no baiting allowed. go figure). So I thought I'd give getting a rifle some thought, plus I can use it if I ever travel to other states for big game.

So what would folks recommend for a first rifle. I've got some ideas but thought I'd leave this open-ended for now. You can also assume I don't know diddly doo about rifles, either, so go ahead and educate me about whatever comes to mind. thanks in advance.

Friday, June 09, 2006

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Welcome to the Estimable One

Not to take away from Keith's jake slaying exploits (sorry, cagey, Eric made me do it), but I just have to acknowledge the addition to our masthead of the one and only, Estimable Coggins. All hail, Estimable One! welcome to grousers.

Discussion Topic #1: baiting of deer is flat-out wrong. Discuss.

:-)

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Turkey II

Hunting with your mentor is always a big deal. Kind of like driving with your dad in the passenger seat, but more important somehow. Not only did Josh Winchell introduce me to waterfowl hunting, he also introduced me to turkey hunting, and has regaled me more than once with stories of killing a whopper his first time out. I always try to be like my mentor as best I can, but, as you may have heard elsewhere, until this year, Spring turkeys have eluded me.

Josh came to visit for a weekend hunt recently. Saturday and Sunday only. I scouted quite a bit in advance of his trip, and also let certain favorite turkey hangouts in my domain “rest” until my mentor’s arrival. Unfortunately, we blanked on Saturday, but had a lot of excitement to keep things interesting. We had three hens walk in to uswithin the first hour and had a gobbler flirting with Josh from down in a gully, but we couldn't get him to cross the creek and come up to us.

We finally moved out of that spot because it was so windy. Closed in on another bird at the back of my place. No go.

Tried crossing the creek to find the gobbler Josh and I had entertained earlier...I managed to track/guess him and his harem to the right spot...we walked up a trail out of the gulley into the neighboring field and there they were about 150 yards away. They saw us briefly and got nervous but didn't spook. We got into position in the hedgerow and called aggressively to be heard over the wind. They came a-runnin', but then, just our luck, the neighboring farmer started hauling across the field and blew our chance.

By this time it was near noon and we were through. Same evening, we heard gobbling where we saw those birds, just into the woods. We walked over and had one gobbler roosted. We "put him to bed" and made plans for the Sunday AM hunt.

Next morning, the gobbler was roosted in a tree about half way down the steep bank of the gulley, a tree that had a view of the wide trail that crosses the creek. I had observed turkeys fly down from trees like that on to the trail, and then walk up and out of the gulley on the trail. I really wanted Josh to get a bird at my farm, so I put him in what I thought would be the best spot down on that trail an hour before first light. I took up a position up on the edge of the field, in case the gobbler snuck by Josh somehow.

We waited. It got lighter. We heard amazing songbirds. It rained slightly. The sky was dark and heavy. We heard loons flying over head doing their tremolo thing. I wondered how Josh was faring down in the gully. I picked a crappy tree to lean against and my ass hurt. I looked at my watch...it had been an hour and we had heard no turkeys. At that moment, the gobbler sounded off. I love that feeling...being startled by what you are expecting. Only in hunting do you get that, and fly-fishing, which is a kind ofhunting to me.

After his gobble, I thought "Sweet, Josh is set." Then, the bird flapped a few times, and flew hard off of the tree, breaking a few branches. He careened straight into the middle of the field I was watching. Out of range, how perplexing...he wasn't supposed to do that. And then he sprinted to the corner of the field a few hundred yards away and disappeared into the woods. DAMN!

I sat for a while, predictably crestfallen. I heard Josh calling down in the gully, trying all different hen calls. I fought jealousy over his superior calling. “Good for him,” I thought. “Maybe he has another bird.” But then the calling stopped. Another 30 minutes passed, and I heard no more gobbling. The big boy had gobbled one time and basically fled the scene. I wondered if he somehow had “made us,” knew we were there, escaped a threat.

My ass really started to hurt, so I decided to get up and out of there. But wait, my rule for the year was, before leaving a set up, call super aggressively and wait 10 more minutes. Then pack up and go. So, I went hen-call berserk for about three minutes straight. It started to rain lightly again. I was feeling quite tortured by the little tree I had chosen, and was literally counting the minutes. 3-2-1... That's it- outta here.

I shifted my legs, set my gun down, put calls on my bag, raised up to stand---FREEZE---two candy-apple red heads at 50 yards, eyeballing me hard, just to my left. I had two hen decoys in the shorter grass and I was ten yards into the woods. I am pretty sure I said it out loud, with certain disgust..."Oh my God, I am SO f#@%-ing busted." But what the heck. I eased back down, back to my sapling, slowly reached for my slate call, and putted a few times, then a coupla purrs. They liked that...perhaps my little break-dancing in the woods routine was seen by them as more hens moving around. They came charging right in. I couldn't believe it. In mere seconds they were at ten yards, before I could put the call down and get the gun up.

Problem was, there was two of them and they were practically glued together. Any shot I took with the ten gauge would kill them both. I had been in this situation before and never ended up shooting, much to my good friend Eric’s great dismay. But that is a story for another day. These birds were definitely jakes, but one had a nicer beard and tail. They strutted around, seeming connected to one another like Siamese-twins. It was really something having them strut so close, oblivious to me, focused on the hen decoys and reveling in their good fortune, that the big boy gobbler wasn't rushing in to thump them for hitting on his babes.

I watched this for a bit, debating my next move. Do I want to kill another turkey, a jake? Hell yes. If I shoot will I screw Josh up on the bird of a life time? No, he’d say take the shot if you have it...bird in hand, all that. Can I get the gun up quickly enough to get the job done? Well, at this range, even at a run, they'll be in range if I am smooth about it. Will they separate? Hope so...here goes. Up went the gun. Their eyes got huge, and they jumped. One went running to the left into the woods. He's out of the game, but the other one is heading into the open, looping, from left to right...he's in range...swing...fire. Miss. Swing faster...fire. Got him. Paced it off at just a shade over fifty yards. 10 gauge 3.5's, number 2 Heavy-Shot.

Josh came out of the gulley. "Get him?" I pointed to my feet, under which was a turkey head. "Not the big boy...a jake" I said, feeling mixed regret that I got a bird and Josh didn’t, but proud that I got one in the company of my mentor. He said, "Nice" and shook my hand, after which we stood in a big green field, early in the morning, the air saturated with moisture, and reconstructed the kill. Shortly after, it started to pour. We walked back to the farm house, hung the bird, and got some coffee and breakfast. We did get out later, but all was quiet after the heavy rain. Thus ended the Winchell visit and my 06 turkey season. Though Josh didn't get a turkey, we had a really good time. And of course, being the wise Sensei that Josh is, I am sure from his standpoint it worked out according to the Way of Things.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Will Roy Warriner Keep Crown as World Champion Black Fly Hunter?

This is what enquiring minds need to know. We're on the edge of our seats. The hunt results are due in from Northern Ontario.

Here are the details from last year's hunt:

Roy Warriner Keeps Crown as World Champion Black Fly Hunter

June 4, 2005 South River, ON

The Black Fly Hunt in South River is over and the results show Roy Warriner from Trout Creek, Ontario repeats as 2005 World Black Fly Hunting Champion. Roy collared an impressive 3213 black flies during the 4 week spring Black Fly Hunt in the Almaguin Highlands.

Roy caught his black flies in a net while doing yard work over the past few weeks. His total was almost 500 more than the 2735 he caught to first win the crown in 2004.

Roy echoed the comments of the majority of hunters in this year’s hunt, finding it more difficult than last year to catch black flies.

Chris Hundley mayor of South River (near the northwest corner of Algonquin Park) declared, “It’s quite a bit safer to be outdoors in South River and the Almaguin Highlands this summer,” as he thanked all hunters for their efforts and invited Canadians to discover their Canadian nature this summer.

This year seventeen enthusiastic hunters captured 10, 607 black flies in what has become the unofficial opening of tourism season in Canada.

Doug Currie, curator of entomology at the Royal Ontario Museum was a guest speaker at the weekend’s festivities celebrating a biting insect he is internationally renowned for studying. “Black flies get a bad rap, but their presence indicates clean, clear water and they contribute significantly to a healthy ecosystem.” The fact that there are enough to hunt bodes well for the health of nature-based tourism economies of Canada’s northern communities.

Top 5 Black Fly Hunters for 2005:
Roy Warriner, Trout Creek, ON: 3213
Peter & Elizabeth White, Laurier Tnsp, ON: 2228
Mike Huffman, South River, ON: 2195
Sandy Zimmerman, Pickerel Lake, ON: 1600
Rusty Perkins, Restoule, ON: 749


Jim here: sounds like rollicking good fun, I say we enter a team next year!

Friday, June 02, 2006

Be careful out there...

The world was stunned this past week as evidence surfaced of an alien-possessed mallard duck that was x-rayed (where else?) in California. The complete and breaking news story is here. What with avian flu, misidentified grebes, and now this, aliens in duck gizzards, waterfowling has never been so hazardous. So as you begin your planning for the upcoming 2006 duck hunting campaign, bear in mind that the next duck you kill may just have an army of alien Anatidae behind it.



Been nice knowing you all.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Grousers Best Writing Award for May 2006

While it is my pleasure to observe that we had numerous examples of fine, old-fashioned hook 'n bullet writing this past month (although mysteriously the man monikered Mr. Mike was mostly mute in May), special recognition must go out to the author of the following words, which appeared in the commentary to Keith's turkey tale:
"Daylight came and the ducks began flying we had a good shoot bagging 1 red head hen,2 mallard hens and 3 mallard drakes.It was so exciting I had to check my breathing was I under the multi flora rose bush or under the big wolf oak NO I was in the marsh and I was not exposed."
As head cheerleader of this outfit it is my honor to award "anonymous" aka Eric Riegel with the first-ever Best Writing Award for his commentary on Cabin Boy's post.

Congratulations Eric, be sure to share your award, don't be greeby with it.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

The Grebe Mea Culpa

Eric,

Great comment post and story. I thought I'd dig deep into my archives and provide you some good company on the coot/grebe tip. Now, you feel so much better getting that a-GREBE-ous infraction off of your chest, that I thought perhaps these kids could help you get through the last bit of your GREBE-ing process---














This young fellow has killed some Coot in the Canoga Marsh...

...but he didn't kill any Grebe.

Little Hannah, Grade 5, has the Grebe thing down though...

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Reporting in from South Africa

Hello Gentlemen!

This is Safari Jim reporting on location in South Africa.

We just finished our first week in the bush and are back in civilization in Pretoria. Rains have been heavy and the vegetation is thick. Viewing has been difficult. No big cats as of yet, but lots of other great criiters to see. We've had a couple run ins with elephants that would have most of you check your shorts for significant deposits! Wish I had the dogs with, the francolin and quail populations are doing real well!

Got to sample - Hippo, Eland, Impala, Ostrich, Buffalo, and Wildebeest the other night. Concesses was hippo was the perferred choice!

Cabin Boy - Fannie and Lesley pass along their hellos. Today was their last day at the College. Fanie is going to become a Stihl chainsaw salesman south of Durbin. It already obvious that the College will need several months to recooperate from their departure.

We're headed for Pilanesberg National Park for the next 3 days. Hopefully we'll be able to pick up the Big 5 there. So far we've along seen 2 of the Big 5. Then it's on to the Kalahari.

Will try and check in again when we get to Cape Town.

Hope you're all doing well.

SJ

Friday, May 19, 2006

Grave Robbing Anti's Will Do Hard Time

Not to detract from the sheer joie de vivre of Cabin Boy's turkey hunting exploits, but this just came across the wire services. I thought it interesting enough to reprint here. enjoy.

Grave Robbing Anti's Will Do Time for Their Crime- (05/18)
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Three animal rights zealots who spent years terrorizing a family that bred animals for research have been sentenced to jail. They will each spend twelve years behind bars for a vicious campaign that culminated in the theft of an 82-year-old woman’s body from its grave.

Jon Ablewhite, John Smith and Kerry Whitburn were sentenced on May 11 for their admitted involvement in six years worth of attacks and intimidation against the owners of Darley Oaks Farm in Staffordshire, England. The farm raised guinea pigs for medical research until the terrorism took its toll. It stopped breeding the animals in January 2006.

As part of the terror campaign, the activists stole the body of Gladys Hammond from its grave in Yoxall. Hammond’s son-in-law, Chris Hall, was part owner of Darley Oaks.

“You kept the family on tenterhooks as to when you would return her and you used as a weapon the threat that you would do the same again,” said Judge Michael Pert. “I am firmly of the view that each of you does represent a danger to society.”

Smith, who is considered the most hardened of the four activists, disclosed the location of the woman’s body in what proved to be an unsuccessful attempt to reduce his sentence.

A fourth activist, Josephine Mayo, has been sentenced to four years in jail for her delinquency.


Information on this website can be reprinted with a citation to the U.S. Sportsmen's Alliance and www.ussportsmen.org

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Jinx Broken

Today I killed a Jake. Today I finally broke my three year spring turkey jinx by low-crawling to within twelve yards of a pre-pubescent Meleagris gallopavo, killing him cleanly with one well placed shot of number four Hevi-Shot. Small spurs, three inch beard, but, what a hunt!

This hunt started like most others here; four AM wake-up, walking to pre-planned positions by 4:30, in position and settled in before 5:00, and then the beautiful pre-dawn wait. Few things one experiences repeatedly are as exhilarating as a turkey’s roost gobble. I can only think of one or two, and those don’t usually happen in the morning, especially not before 9:00 AM, at least not for me.

This morning George Havelin and I made for the public New York State Wildlife Management Area adjacent to my farm. We observed birds headed that way last night, one of which had an eight plus inch beard. We stole quietly in to the big sycamores on a knoll by the creek long before shooting light, and sat until we heard the boys gobble from the roost. When they finally sounded off, things were looking good. We had two birds gobbling, neither more than 100 yards from us. Then, a hen intervened and sang her siren songs of love, sucking those boys right down out of the trees and off in the opposite direction. We tried without success to lure them back, but, knowing the habit of these birds, we retreated to the road and attempted to circle around to the Southeast corner of my front field, where we knew they would end up eventually.

Moments after our arrival in “the front corner”(20 minutes after leaving the sycamores), we heard a gobble about 100 yards away, still in the thicker state land woods, but headed in our direction. Moving out of my hedgerow and South into the state land, George ducked under a huge fallen willow, and I took a forward position, hastily setting up in a thick stand of quaking aspens (I don’t know how they got there). Three minutes passed and we heard the turkeys answer George’s sweet calling, but they were now to my right, heading North, having opted to make straight for my open field and not detouring in our direction as we had hoped. I waited just a few moments and retreated back to George’s willow for a quick conference.

We figured the gobblers, two of them, were trouping straight to a strutting ground beneath a big wolf oak tree in my hedgerow, roughly 80 yards from our position, but concealed by brush and tall grass. We decided I would re-position the decoy in a grassy opening between George and my hedgerow, and that I would conceal myself as best I could in a multi-flora rose bush just beyond the decoy. All the while, the two gobblers were sounding off urgently, seemingly getting closer, still on the opposite side of the hedge row from us.

As I got into position, one of the gobblers thundered his call less than 30 yards from me, still, on the other side of the hedgerow. I saw just a bit of motion and his bright red head. I could also see the second male’s tail, fanned out, but could not see his body. I now felt quite exposed in my rose bush, so I dropped to a prone position and quickly assessed my situation. Those birds were headed right for the corner, and if I could low-crawl quickly and stealthily enough, I could be in position to ambush them in two minutes or less. Otherwise, from where I was currently set up, I would have limited shot potential, and marginal concealment. I decided to go for it.

Fortunately, the grass was tall enough to cover my movement pretty well. I got to about 15 yards from my field and froze when I heard both birds gobbling repeatedly. I heard George, now about 50 yards behind me, turn up the heat on his come-hither calling. I was pressed to the ground, gun up and ready in a very flat prone position and knew I could go no further. I was in a nice opening in the hedgerow and the birds were literally marching my way. I kept seeing the fanned tails of these birds, and glimpses of red, blue, and white heads through the grass to my left. They looked like sails on the ocean, coming to my shores. But, I could not make out a beard and I dared not raise up to have a look. I decided then that the first red head that came into my field of fire and gobbled was going to take a hard hit.

For a moment I became very self aware. My breathing was pretty good, I noticed, but “man, I am totally pumped” I thought, “Huh, I am having a blast right now.” This was somehow notable to me. I heard the spitting, wheezing sound of the first male strutting and was amazed at how close I finally was to a spring turkey. And then I saw the beet red head appear before me. He never saw me. Didn’t sense the bit of algebra and geometry that calculated his death, the firepower decision-making, left barrel or right. Never saw that very slight adjustment I made, a sniper, a snake in the grass, striking violently. Never saw what hit him.

After the shot I kept the bead on him, just in case he had more life in him. Later, I found out that George thought I missed because I didn’t move a muscle after the shot. I watched the bird do his brief acrobatics, and settle. I rolled over slightly, looking back at George with a victorious fist raised in the air. Jinx broken.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Katie update

hopefully Katie updates won't get tedious (. . . "Junior blew his nose for the first time today . . .") but it does give us something to blog about.

Katie went on Deramaxx yesterday and perhaps not coincidentally put weight on her leg for the first time since the surgery. So that's good. We've switched over from ice to heat around the incision, but the range of motion exercises continue to puzzle me as it seems she wants nothing to do with me moving her leg around. I'm probably being too wimpy about it. It's a pity that the three smart guys who have been through doggie ACL surgeries before (STEDMAN, KLEINMAN, AND COGGINS--there, I've said it) just happen also to be the "Three Lame Guys Who Refuse to Read the Blog." I could probably stand to get some advice from them.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

More haiku fame...

My haiku fame continues to spread unabated. I've made it onto the beerhaikudaily site for a second time with this memorable haiku ode to Old Tamarack grouse camp and the Cayuga Bar:

Friday night fish fry
angling for drinks at the bar
I’ll have a Leinie’s

So there, I've got THAT goin' for me . . . .

Monday, May 08, 2006

everyone loves an invalid


Here's a pic from Sunday afternoon's party. My daughter Sophie on the left (with dragonfly face) and one of her friends, petting a clearly attention-starved pokey dotted pointing sissy dogge in her hôpital des invalides.

The Monday morning after . . .


One bright side of the Katie ACL saga is that it will give us something to blog about here in the warm weather months.

Yesterday we held our annual birthday party for my daughter Julia, complete with our annual early season plunge into Taughannock Creek behind the house (pics to follow?). But prior to the party I picked up a lightweight ex-pen for Katie to lounge about in whether indoors or out. Our friend Barb took these shots of Katie during the party.

Jim again: The second incision above the leg was where the vet removed a non-cancerous skin growth. Treatment for the leg right now consists of doggie hydrocodone. In another couple of days she'll be taking Deramaxx as an anti-inflammatory--right now she still has aspirin left in her system and so can't be on the Deramaxx until that's gone.

She gets an icepack on the leg several times a day, leg massage several times a day, and I'm gently doing range of motion exercises with her several times a day. Those are the hardest as she is still quite sore. But I'm trying to be pretty religious about it in the hopes of getting her back in the field at as close to 100% as we can get.

While it may be in poor taste to mention the Dogge Shopping Department, I did learn from Nancy Thurston that she has already bred and placed her litter for this year. She did give me some idea of her predicted breeding plans for next year, so I'm seriously giving that some thought. No word yet from Al Stewart in Michigan, but given the time of year I'm sure he may be busy with breeding bird stuff. I may try to get an actual phone number from Safari Jim so that I can call Al.

Katie gets the sutures out next week and will get a checkup from the vet and physical therapist at that time (mainly to measure range of motion). Contrary to some of the stuff I've read on the web, she won't start really intensive physical rehab therapy until 6-8 weeks after the surgery.

Well, that's about it for now. No turkey hunting for me yet this season, and probably not highly likely at this point--but you never know.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Happy B-Day O'Connor!!

I was so busy turkey chasing that I didn't even realize Mike O'Connor's birthday was upon us (May 1)...actually I just found out about his b-day today, but, anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Katie update


They did the surgery yesterday, the vet said it was a clean tear, and "fresh"... apparently they don't tend to see these injuries this fresh because most people let their injured dogs walk around limping for weeks on end. The doctor did say that Katie's other knee has a fair amount of slop in it too, so they're already bracing us for the likelihood of going through this again in a couple of months on the other knee. The good news is that during the initial exam the vet thought Katie's hips were bad, but after anesthesia and x-rays, she said the hips look okay. basically just age-relative degeneration in all the joints, and the Lyme disease probably doesn't help with that.

We went through this about 12-13 years ago with one of our Boston terriers, and at that time it was an 800 dollar procedure. Needless to say this is basically breaking the bank in an unexpected way, so I've actually gone to our friendly credit union so that we can still pay our regular bills. Going through this again on the other knee? not sure that makes economic sense, but what the heck can you do otherwise . . . let the dog limp around for the next five years? oh well. it's only money.


Prognosis is actually pretty good that she'll hunt again, and this year--no reason not to expect a total and full recovery. As PW said, good thing it happened this time of the year, since I'll be spending all summer rehabbing her: leashed walks, eventually swimming, etc. I'm just hoping the other knee doesn't blow out the night before grouse season.

Other than that, she's at the vet's for two nights, so we'll pick her up Thursday.

that's about that. I do really appreciate everyone asking about her. Other than the money part of it, I feel okay about it. We got her in quickly, she didn't tear it and re-tear it by running on it for a long time, so I'm hopeful we'll be back in business come August or so. we'll see. Keeping our fingers crossed.

The pics are from a pretty decent web site at http://www.thepetcenter.com/sur/ACL.html.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

the bright side

Well, at least Katie isn't as bad off as this poor critter . . . .


Not a very nice way to go, eh?

Sunday, April 30, 2006

good news, bad news

Well, Katie is nearly nine years old, and I don't have any decent photos of her pointing. So I decided Friday to take her and the black dog out for a walk on Friday in the hopes of getting a picture or two of her pointing a woodcock. We were able to accomplish that mission, and here are a couple of those pics. Can you spot the woodcock in the photos?

The good news was that we were also able to get the big dorky black dog to do a "sit, stay" during this whole process. Who knows, maybe I will someday train him to be my grouse retrieving backup dog for grouse hunts.

Bad news. Moments after these pics were taken she pulled up lame, and the preliminary diagnosis from our vet yesterday is that she's likely torn her ACL. Anyway, here we go . . . . I'm going to try and get her into the surgeon's office Monday for anesthesia and a more precise diagnosis. I'll probably also be calling Al Stewart in Michigan to enquire about that litter of pups Safari Jim told me about.


Anyway, keep your fingers crossed.

Friday, April 28, 2006

dumb-ass tame spring grouse


hey everyone, take a look at this link, and if any of the real biologists among you can answer this guy's questions about this bird's behavior, please let me or him know . . . ANDREW.

Monday, April 10, 2006

I'm a poet and I didn't even know it

My haiku fame expands . . . . My haiku about the Ithaca Beer Company was selected by the prestigious beerhaikudaily as their haiku of the day.

So I got that goin' for me.

Friday, April 07, 2006