I’ve hung a stand at 3 PM and bagged a big buck at 6. I then went back to that same tree, put my stand up at 3 PM the same day next year and bagged a bigger one by 3:30. The truck was parked less than 100 yards away. … Continue reading →
Sunday was Moose’s last hunt as a Yute. He will turn 16 in a few weeks. It passed without much notice or fanfare. We went out to the honey hole and waited for the light to come up. Nothing. After 10 minutes of silence. I finally spoke. “That’s how I … Continue reading →
In a better world kids would come with slider bars and radio buttons. When things get rough, you should be able to got to F)ile P)roperties and start jiggling the settings until things come out right. Kids don’t have those kind of adjustments– at least none that easy. I guess … Continue reading →
Christmas morning, I went over to their Mom’s house and picked up my older 2 sons. Grandma and Grandpa came over and we spent the latter half of the morning dishing out presents to each other. Moose gave me a stool he made in Woodshop. I gave Moose a couple … Continue reading →
Mooseboy officically became just “The Moose” after bagging a button buck Saturday morning, closing out his career as a yute hunter. Next year, he’ll be hunting by himself on an adult tag. Let me tell you that it happened none too soon, either. This guy has grown!!! It was a … Continue reading →
From Mooseboy to The Moose– a Dad looks back on all the Yute Seasons now gone.
Continue reading →Last night, Friday Night, we didn’t go to the farm. We’re not squirrel hunting. We’re not deer hunting. We’re not painting the sheds. We’re not driving to Mount Olivet for dead fried chicken. Friday night Moose wanted to stay in town and go to his high school football game. He’s … Continue reading →
A perfect roosted gobbler tucked in the night before, just on the other side of a freshly tilled field. The rain had just left. A 3 decoy spread 10 yards out into the field. Worms slurping in the mud. One hour and fifteen minutes after our dance began, the game … Continue reading →
I’ve got us another member of the brotherhood, gentlemen. He may be more worried about getting warm right now, but I think he’s hooked. I’ve included a picture from earlier in the year. I think the temperature was in the low seventies when it was taken. Believe me, he was … Continue reading →
Moose and I were up in the stand called Campground for the opening of 2006 KY Yute Season. Local sunrise was at 0740. By 0805 Moose had a doe down. He had sent one round from the Garand through both lungs and the heart. Her legs buckled and she crumpled. … Continue reading →
Angus, age 8, passed Hunter Ed in Bracken County on 10/7/2006. Herb Rumsford had announced his retirement after 15 years as a hunter safety educator, so George Mountjoy stepped in at the last minute. Angus got only 2 wrong on the test and was most pleased with himself. Dad was … Continue reading →
I was at the Bill Goodman Gun and Nut Show in Sharonville, OH this weekend with #2 son, Mooseboy. I got to handle some K31’s and some 31’s and M44 Mosin Nagants. The M44’s impressed me. It then hit me that: 1) I could buy an M44 for under $70. … 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 →
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 →
KY Yute Season has come and gone. Mooseboy is home with his mother. The M1 Garand is down on the bench awaiting a quick oiling before it goes back on the rack. We had two days, and there is no venison in the freezer to show for it. That’s okay. … Continue reading →
The Remington 742 has managed to still serve a purpose even after retirement. I took the offending Remington 742 and placed it in a positon of obvious disgrace next to my gunsmithing table. All the other rifles have an easy view of it whenever I open the safe. The message … Continue reading →
elec1675 , a new member at 24HourCampfire wanted to know what we all thought about a Mini-30 as a Yute rifle: Reged: 02/13/05 Posts: 4 Loc: Wisconsin Anyone use a mini-30 for whitetail? #429900 – 02/13/05 01:56 PM Edit Reply Quote Quick Reply I’m looking at a deal on a … 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 →
——————————————————————————– 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’m taking #2 out. He’s psyched. Saturday we went into town to get his youth tag. We spent Sunday afternoon getting his rifle sighted in. It’s funny how a reloader marks the passage of time and the growth of his son. This year we finished shooting up the original batch … 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 →
On Labor Day 2003 I was in the barn, priming sheets of plywood for the soffits on the house. It was pouring rain out and after I got the priming done, I realized I still had vast amount of time to kill, and the rain was showing no sign of … Continue reading →
Opening weekend of 2003 was one of those times when it seemed nothing could go wrong. Angus’s hunt began with still hunting up on Gobbler’s Knob and working down into Pity Creek. On the way down, we nearly got a doe that had come to drink at the stream. We … Continue reading →
