Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Camo

Happy Tidings for the soon to be wedded, from the good people at RealTree Frosting Company.

Funny, Scary, Both?

I think some new Chequamegon covert names are in order ...

Agents raid pot operation in Wis. national forest

PETA and...

Staring at your feet...

Training Daze

This weekend I was invited to watch a whole bunch of dogs go through their daily training at Shady Hill Kennel, where theyhave been working on Maya to hold for birds. Alas, I she did not display any progress worth posting here, but a whole bunch of other dogs put on a real display. Attached are a few pics to get you thinking about fall.

Hello from Summer Camp!

From the book, P.S. I Hate It Here!: Kids' Letters from Camp

Happy Fourth of July everyone!

Happy 4th folks

in the dictionary under "epic"...

http://www.jimandjen2010.net/

That lakefront looks like a great place to pitch some tents with dogges...

Miss Lizzy Strikes Again- 11.8 lb Lake Trout! 31 inches

Boykin update

in case you don't check in to Cold Duck regularly---this, er, "just" in---

http://colduck.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-can-this-boykin-hunt.html

Mo's Brookies

So, I will be posting a more complete report on our family outing in the ADKs on Farm, Fur, Fin, Feather soon. We canoe camped in the Paul Smith's Brook Trout Management area, just north of the St. Regis Canoe Wilderness . We focused our fishing on Black and Long Ponds. According to Fishing Eastern New York by Spider Rybaak, both were reclaimed with chemicals in 1997 and now support Windfall-strain brook trout indigenous to New York. The 73-acre Black Pond is completely surrounded by forest and has an esker running along its west bank. Its average depth is 20 feet and the maximum is 45 feet deep. Spread over 14 acres, Long Pond is completely surrounded by forest, shrubs, and wetland. Averaging 9.5 feet deep and dropping to a maximum depth of 20 feet, it feeds Black Pond. Two dams—one at the canoe launch on the pond’s outlet, the other on the channel halfway to Black Pond—prevent fish movement between the two.

As Many of you know, Mo was injured 10 months ago. This trip was important for her in that it was her opportunity to push herself and simultaneously assure herself that she is no longer "broken." She seems like a new person after the trip. As Rich has said, God Bless the 'Dacks.

The film clip was shot June 24th, 2010--- ten months to the day from her accident. Solo canoe fishing, paddling in the Adirondacks, sleeping on the ground. I'd say she's back. Mark July 24th, 2010 on your calendars--- we are throwing a BIG party.

The Most Depressing Graduation Speech Ever

enjoy.

DANIELLE'S FIRST TURKEY

May 8th Danielle turned twelve and was able to start hunting,to say the least I was very excited. we did some scouting around my shop but the turkeys were not active John was nice enough to invite us to hunt on the base so we planned a birthday hunt with John.You cant buy your license until you turn twelve so since I could not sleep anyway so I went to the shop at 2:30am and purchased Danielle's license a perk of being a license issuing agent. Danielle got up at 4am we got prepared for the hunt and were in the woods by 5am. It was a beautiful morning the turkeys were gobbling, grouse drumming and deer moving we had a great morning. turkeys gobbled alot on the roost we called a little to let them know we were there after they flew down it got quiet but we waited and kept calling and at 7:15 a hen showed up to our rightand a red head following her then another red head adrenaline started flowing we needed to reposition to get the shot I slowly moved back and got Danielle's gun pointed in the right direction John slid Danielle around and we were ready the hen and first jake went by and got behind a tree then the second jake came into view so Danielle took aim and had to wait for him to put his head up he lifted his head and then dropped it again darn we have to wait then up came his head and BANG Danielle's first turkey and first kill wason the ground.A perfect shot head and neck it was one of my proudest moments and a memory I will treasure forever. Well enough talk check out these pics.

Take a kid hunting! See you in the field. Eric and Danielle

Why Jim's rifle and related exploits pass the smell test

Stocking the smoker

No turkey so far, but some protein nonetheless.

Fox Hunting and Fair Chase?

Photo might be a fake: the presence of the open bolt, with the fox still looking into the scope, indicates this could have been staged.

Maybe the fox placed store-bought bunnies on the ground in an attempt to pass them off as his/her own trophies?

Discuss.

Truth in Advertising

They're saying this is an "epic" advertisement:



If you like that, check out the "making of the epic advertisement" short that the directors put together. The obligatory "related to hunting" blog content occurs at the 1:02 mark:



He shot the fox in the parking lot--with the sunglasses and the hat. Enjoy.

Deer Rifle/Personality Test

Match the Grouser best captured with the phrase below with their appropriate longarm companion:

"Aesthetics, sir, are what hunting is all about. Some may call you pompous, arrogant and downright vain ..."

"She (your rifle) probably has a name like Lola, Marie or the always-eccentric Gen. Robert E. Lee ..."

"You’re a weekend warrior. Don’t get me wrong, you love hunting, but it’s a hobby not an obsession."

"You’re a hardcore hunting soldier and your rifle needs to be a tank."

"While your take-it-slow methods may be maddening to the iPhone crowd, you never come home empty handed."

For answers, and a very funny article, click here.

...not a keeper

'Twas a great day on Cayuga Lake on Captain George's Miss Lizzy... caught half a dozen or so beautiful land-locked salmon. Most of these were caught in or near the mouth of the aptly named Salmon Creek. But alas, the size limit on Cayuga Lake is 18" and these were all 16 0r 17 inches. The smoker remains idle thus far in the spring trout and salmon season.

Chesapeake Spring Stripers

Went with me mates to the northern Chesapeake Bay to sample biomass. Heart still heavy with the loss of Cody, I soaked in every moment of that beautiful day. Reborn. Beautiful fish, worthy of the mighty Finger Lakes captain George.

Hoisting a 25 lb female, glasses still askew.

Shades adjusted