“Drat! ” said the shaman. He had not been drawn– another year without a chance to hunt a KY elk in the zone. He reached over and picks up his elk lottery entry. It had somehow magically turned into an out-of-zone deer tag. Any elk coming on the property could … Continue reading →
l so . . . stupid writing this, but then I write a lot of stupid things on here. Nobody ever seems to mind—except the ones that take me seriously, and those folks are the ones I particularly enjoy. I’m not usually one to worry about a lottery. I know … Continue reading →
The buck I shot on Opening Day was ready at the processor. Angus and I showed up around noontime Saturday to pick it up. The guy at Meyers in Lennoxburg went into the freezer and came out tray after tray of frozen wrapped venison. It was a LOT of dead … Continue reading →
From the Kentucky Hunting Forums (The issues were: 1) Should KY limit non-resident deer hunting 2) Is non-resident deer hunting effecting small game hunting 3) Should private land be opened to public hunting) Here is my response: You missed a couple of points on comparing this to the Europeans. Take … Continue reading →
This does not have a whole lot to do with deer hunting, but then again it has everything to do with deer hunting. This story has a long set-up too, but then it took twenty years to get to the punchline. Saturday Night was atypical from the start. We stopped … Continue reading →
Mooseboy was not feeling well Saturday morning, so I sent him back to bed, before heading out to my stand. He mentioned a stomach ache. By 0830, he had recovered his health and joined me. In the meantime, I was treated to great show. A doe we had been encountering … Continue reading →
This time of year, everyone seems to get their drawers knotted up over whether it’s okay to bait for whitetail deer. Some say it’s not Fair Chase. Some folks say it’s okay. One of the things that’s missing here is whether or not hunting over bait is even all that … Continue reading →
It’s been several years now, and I have to say that I am so glad I took this up. What we are doing is trying our hand at acorn farming. See, we have acres and acres of white oak with tons and tons of acorns just lying on the ground. … Continue reading →
From 24hourcampfire.com If someone handed me $6500 to go hunt deer, I think I’d see if they’d let me use it for Moose, either in Eastern or Mid-Western Canada. If I had to stick to whitetail, I would be asking you guys for suggestions. I’m with RonT on what he … Continue reading →
There is a debate over at KentuckyHunting.net over whether armed trespass should be a felony in Kentucky. For the way my brothers in the Commonwealth react to poaching, I’m surprised the state kept it a hanging offense. As it stands right now, getting caught trespassing/poaching will get you a sizeable … Continue reading →
I’m waiting for confirmation of this in the papers, but I heard a 6×6 bull elk was seen near the corner of SR 10 and SR 22 in Bracken County, heading for Brooksville. He was toes-up in the back of a pickup, the head and antlers were hanging over the … Continue reading →
#2 Son, AKA Mooseboy, succeeded in bagging his first deer on Opening Day. I t was a bit of a mixed victory, but then again, aren’t they all. We got up into the stand near the campground a bit late, but still well before sunrise. A screech owl, the … Continue reading →
It’s getting close. Opening Day is getting real close. Saturday morning. I’ll try and pull out of work early on Friday. Girlfriend is going down early to open up. There is not much else to do except sit and wait. I’ve been obcessing on the weather report. It looks like … Continue reading →
My mind drifts back. What was my first deer like? Let me give you a few highlights: 1) Just before I shot my deer, I had nearly been trampled in a stampede of deer. 2) I shot my first deer at 10 feet with a Texas Heart Shot 3) I … Continue reading →
I’m back in from the hunt. a doe came in at 5 with her girlfriend trailing. She came in on exactly the downwind side and busted me. At 6, she came back on a crosswind trail and I nailed her at 60 yards with the 54 Hawken. This is my … Continue reading →
At the farm in SW Bracken County, the whites are producing at a level just under last year’s bumper crop. The reds are taking the year off. Our other place is up in Cincinnati. There are acorns there, but not in any profusion. About every 10 years or so, the … Continue reading →
——————————————————————————– Well, I wish I had a story for you that began: “There the doe lay, under a bush beside the gully. The 150 grainer had taken its time doing its work, but . . .” or “The coyotes had done their work. All that was left was . . … Continue reading →
We had a hearty second breakfast and then headed out to the stand at Heartbreak Ridge, stayed for a couple of hours, heard nothing, saw nothing. Along about 1 PM we headed in for lunch and a nap. The deer we had seen in the morning had been grazing directly … Continue reading →
It’s 0640 on Sunday. Why am I not in the stand? It’s Youth Weekend, why am I not in the stand with my son? Saturday morning started off perfectly. #2 son was all primed to take a deer. First light came and zap! #2 was up to his old habits, … Continue reading →
I was talking with #3 son last night about our weekend, and he reminded me of an incident the morning before I heard the elk in the night. It got me to thinking. I’ve posted this on a couple of forums, and folks tell me this probably was a herd … Continue reading →
As a shaman, I have to expect the world of dreams to regularly supersede mundane reality. It is just part of the job. Saturday night was no different. It was a wonderfully boring day at deer camp. I had done some touch-ups on the utility shed, done a little squirrel … Continue reading →
Faulty Towers is the first of two 150-year-old barns that lie between the house and our new hunting blind. It got its name from the partially collapsed north wall, giving it a rather jaunty if not wholly eccentric look. Over the past couple of years, We have modified the walls … Continue reading →
He froze. My right eye was blinded in the muzzle flash through the scope, but my left could follow him as he leapt once and then turned towards the bottom of the gully. I heard three bounds, a crash of brush, and then silence. It was 0650 on opening day. Twenty years of work had come to fruition, and a great buck had finally fallen to my hand.
Continue reading →As I came over the rise at the first barn, there was Mister Natural. He was blocking my way. I honked the horn, and he stood his ground. I backed down over the rise, put it in 4WD, took a deep breath and gunned it.
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