Saturday is going to be a wash out here, steady rain all day. So take the high road and spend time with your lovely - and prove to her that she is the most important thing in your world.
Go huntin'!!! Her birthday is next week. Go hunting agaibn on that day. Show her who's boss. Have her wash yer shirt and make you a sammich.
Then throw another log on the fire, cook him up some bacon and some beans. Go out to the car, lift it up and change the tire. Wash his socks and sew his old blue jeans.
I'm realizing you and I have a lot in common. Im in NC, my wifes birthday is Saturday, I'm a surveyor, and I am way to busy to get ready to hunt this weekend. I checked out your underhammer build on NCHF. That's pretty cool.
I'm realizing you and I have a lot in common. Im in NC, my wifes birthday is Saturday, I'm a surveyor, and I am way to busy to get ready to hunt this weekend. I checked out your underhammer build on NCHF. That's pretty cool.
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He's definitely a top shelf talent and good man.
It hurt me all of 3 seconds that his wife called before he did.
I'm realizing you and I have a lot in common. Im in NC, my wifes birthday is Saturday, I'm a surveyor, and I am way to busy to get ready to hunt this weekend. I checked out your underhammer build on NCHF. That's pretty cool.
I fully intend on drilling the first thing I see with it, and whatever 3 or 4 critters are behind it.
The barrel manufacturer was kind enough to send me a rifled stub I am using to "form" some of the patched round balls ahead of time, as starting them from scratch in that freakishly long barrel (something Bob will never come to grip with) is kind of awkward.
I'm noticing that survey work in Carolina picks up this time of year, either closing before the end of the year, or building before the asphalt plants close for winter.
The barrel manufacturer was kind enough to send me a rifled stub I am using to "form" some of the patched round balls ahead of time, as starting them from scratch in that freakishly long barrel (something Bob will never come to grip with) is kind of awkward.
Yep, I remember that. All the deer were on "high ground", as the creek bottom thickets were flooded.
I remember the floods of 85 in SWVA.
You're right, it was 85 I was remembering.
Don't recall the exact year, but do recall the water and how concentrated the deer were. Back then, it was like we'd gone to Heaven.
For us, it was more like hell. We had a place in the GW NF all scoped out, a 2 1/2 mile hike up a roadless hollow in the mtns. The place was hit pretty hard, huge trees and rocks piled up like an obstacle course. The water had receded by the opener, so we hiked in anyway, over the obstacle course and I shot a decent 8-point buck.
In those days we checked the deer whole so the three of us cut a pole, lashed the gutted buck to it, and took turns carrying it out on our shoulders. Climbing over all the flood mess just about did us in. I still remember what my buddy Dave said when we got out to the trailhead:
"You can whip me, beat me, or f*** me in the a**, but don't ever let me do that again." It was a classic, and I still remind him of that.
With the daughter now having a sleepover, would it not be best for RWE to stay home with his wife and daughter; bonding time with the young one and celebrating his bride's 29th (again)? Invite all the kids to stay the weekend and cook them breakfast tomorrow morning, and then his wife breakfast on Sunday?
For us, it was more like hell. We had a place in the GW NF all scoped out, a 2 1/2 mile hike up a roadless hollow in the mtns. The place was hit pretty hard, huge trees and rocks piled up like an obstacle course. The water had receded by the opener, so we hiked in anyway, over the obstacle course and I shot a decent 8-point buck.
In those days we checked the deer whole so the three of us cut a pole, lashed the gutted buck to it, and took turns carrying it out on our shoulders. Climbing over all the flood mess just about did us in. I still remember what my buddy Dave said when we got out to the trailhead:
"You can whip me, beat me, or f*** me in the a**, but don't ever let me do that again." It was a classic, and I still remind him of that.
I recall check-in station days. We were some soggy SOBs, almost as bad as the deer.
Got me to thinking - had some guys wonder why I would crawl through cutover to get to some cedars, where the visual range was 30 yards, at best.
Apparently the thought of being able to see a hundred + yards - and not see any deer, outweighed only being able to view 30 yards, and not see any deer.
It's got about the same success rate, better sometimes, especially in poor weather or late season.
Just harder to get them out.
And that whole "coyote put the sneak on me" issue as well.
Hell no, Bob doesn't clean them. If you're around when he trips over one trying to get back to cabin before 0800, you'll stand a good chance of receiving a crossbow or other weapon for your troubles.
Somebody call him and see if he has gone to sleep yet.
I shut off the ringers.
I am up, got breakfast going, coffee going, checked the weather.
About 300 yards from here, on a small ridge overlooking a creek bottom, through the cedar trees that border the edge, through the cutover growth of cedar, poplar and pine, near a big oak tree at the edge of a small clearing, are two boulders that form a 'chair'.
anyway, Saturday didn't turn out to be a total bust.
I went out in the evening, even though it was still sprinkling some, as well as the 20+ wind, with gusts.
Muddled around in the cutover, looking for trails, and scared a bunch of woodcock that now appear to be enjoying that habitat along with the quail.
Found a couple paths that won't be too bad for the young uns to travel through - (they're not as willing to buck brush or hunt total crap weather as I am).
My daughter informed me at dinner that she wanted to start hunting again, after a couple year break.
Looks like my self imposed project moratorium may need a hiatus.
All she's got is a rimfire, and a single shot 410 - which may get her through the season; its the only gun that she's been shooting regular enough to hunt with.
Unless I get lucky to find something a small 13 year old southpaw can use - and get some trigger time with, before the 15th.
Better get to the gun shops on Monday and see what you can come up with. Ya got a 13 year old that wants to hunt, I'd say that was a real good reason to buy something new.
I'm pretty fortunate that the house is set up good for training young kids.
I got a stand 30 yards from the house that is almost a "lock pick" for seeing deer.
I use it for those times when I get home from work early enough to get a few minutes in, but with the little one looking to get back in, and three grandsons as well, it will work out great for getting them used to putting a shot down.
I'll have to put a two person in the cedar tree, though.
I feel good about the girl; she has good form with her 22. I'd like to be able to trust her sitting in it after school on her own, with some good instruction.
Great question. No more recoil than a 410, light enough for her to hold and shoot, and can be put together fast. Also must be able to humainly put down a deer with perhaps less than perfect perfect shot placement.
What action type is the 410 if it is one of the H&R break action just get a H&R in 243,30-30, 257, 7mm-07 and she has an action she is already accoustommed to , saved on the lesrning curve to a bolt.
What action type is the 410 if it is one of the H&R break action just get a H&R in 243,30-30, 257, 7mm-07 and she has an action she is already accoustommed to , saved on the lesrning curve to a bolt.
Please don't hurt me, but its a Rossi. (Not the model with the 243 barrel, just 22 and 410)
Don't get me wrong, she shoots it great, and with the 22 barrel, she's real good.
But I hate it and I'd like to move her up, so I can hide that abortion of a weapon in a hole somewhere.
I'm right handed and shoot left handed due to eye dominance.
I only owned one right handed bolt action in my life. A 22LR.
I got three bolts now and they are all left handed. Really wouldn't consider having a hunting rifle any other way.
I could consider a dedicated bench/long range rig right handed bolt, as long as I was never moving, shoot it left handed, maintain grip, operate bolt right handed etc.
But if a gun has any potential for being used from standing or kneeling position, and there is a potential for needing a 2nd shot, and it has a bolt, I'd just as soon have it a lefty.
My left/right bias shows in the amount of lever actions and single shots I've had over the years.
I'm right handed and shoot left handed due to eye dominance.
I only owned one right handed bolt action in my life. A 22LR.
I got three bolts now and they are all left handed. Really wouldn't consider having a hunting rifle any other way.
I could consider a dedicated bench/long range rig right handed bolt, as long as I was never moving, shoot it left handed, maintain grip, operate bolt right handed etc.
But if a gun has any potential for being used from standing or kneeling position, and there is a potential for needing a 2nd shot, and it has a bolt, I'd just as soon have it a lefty.
My left/right bias shows in the amount of lever actions and single shots I've had over the years.
I'll go with that thought process. Guess I have always been able to get to the second shot quick enough with the right bolts I have.
Roll a T/C Contender (not Encore) action. You've got grandkids already and more will come along. With that, you never have to fret what side they shoot from, and can swap barrels and stocks to your heart's content. Heck, you could even put a ML barrel or a .375Win barrel on there for your thicket stalking endeavors.