Some cows, and a few calves this morning.

I thought I could draw you out Sam! Keep going.

Where’d you get that photo of my Ranch HQ ? 🤠

That top photo is hilarious Sam!

The second photo looks like you are RUI. Riding Under Influence. 😜

A few years ago you had a lot of pheasants there. Kind of slim pickin’ here lately.

Just for fun

My 90 year old friend who got me into riding mules and the little 11 year old girl who is living her dream by coming over every week and taking my mule for a ride. Francis had just given Samaria his old saddle just before this picture was taken.

She's precious Robb. Ride safe.

Very nice of that elderly gentleman to pass it down to a young person. Warms my heart.

This bear is about 20 yards-

Samaria doesn't know it but I oiled her saddle up today and built her a saddle stand with lower shelf so she can keep it in her room at her house. Her mom is going to come pick it up tomorrow and surprise her. Here she is on her first ride off the farm and out in the hills. She makes my 1100# mule do just what she says and doesn't let her get away wit anything!

Grrreattt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waiting for the bus

LMAO !

That first'n was tonight. Young Daniel's birthday dinner.


The second one......especially for you Texas boys.......Richard Boy and I are using a kerosene torpedo heater to try and get our bikes started in the cold and snow.

Figured that one out Big Jim. I’ve used one to start a 4-wheeler before. 🤠

What kind of pie did he get for his birthday?

Called a "turtle pie".


Dont know where he ever heard about such a thing. Took a hell of a big search to find one.

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Strong work Certifiable. Damn strong work.

Thanks Jim.. I know dungeness ain’t thick in your neck of the woods but I suspect you might know what to do if you ran across a few of em

Great looking kids Certifiable.

Jim: Is that a TW200 in the back?

Man that picture is right out of the “my happy place” album ... cute a heck.

The Bears fighting over a coon.

The coon lost. Again.

In case anyone else missed it...this was posted by a man.

Well done fellow.

I know it's not hunting, shooting related but fits the OP's request ---- yeah, I was there when this happened That was my boat, SSN571.

RIP Jack !

No one seemed to care about how successful the grouse hunt was, they wanted to talk about my license plate.

About 1/2 hour ago! Grandson Michael

Kool.............I wanna kill some hogs !!!!!!!!!!!!!

With the classic 99 Savage no less

Yeah that’s his Grammy’s old rifle. She gave it to him for Christmas several years ago

EXCELLENT Bob!

Love the Windmill. Been looking for one of those. Is it all steel?

Love the picture too.

all steel..........gets a daily workout from the wind......

Vferguson30-06, would like the story on your boat accident. Looks like someone might be in trouble. Nice license plate, grouse are better though.

Only get about 5 years out of them over here.



They are nice while they last.

Everything about that picture is perfect!

Thanks much fireball.. son and 2 nieces. They’re great for adding limits😂

I need the story of this event, please.


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What the heck is that??????

I'm curious also. SSN-571 was the US Nautilus decommissioned in 1980.

Hit something with the sail.

I think the endless supply of sunflower seed is contributing to his obesity.

He IS a fatty! Used to store grain in a silo and the pigeons would get so fat they couldn't fly.

No fair using "post cards"!

April '67, LZ Litts . Friend took this picture of me

A few Campfire members asked me to comment on my picture --

My memory as I recall what happened, and some more pics.--

I was a 20yr. old Engineman, standing Aft Aux. watch--

SSN571 boat Nautilus, my boat, my home, at the time was participating in was games 380 miles E. of Cape Hatteras. We had just made a torpedo run on the aircraft carrier Essex. We were successful, Commanding Off. decided to make another run, none of the surface ships had a clue as to where we were. We changed course the Essex changed course, Nautilus came up under the Essex, as you can see we sheared a substantial amount of the sail off, at the time 4 million dollars worth and 4mos. at Electric Boat in Groton Conn. We did not take on any water, nothing but a miracle, only one crewman was injured with a broken arm. That day, 95 submariners got lucky, so many things could have altered the outcome.
The last pic. is better day, I am 6th in line in front of the sail.

Thanks for the rest of the story, must of been quite and eye opener when you came up to survey the damage. Lucky indeed.

nice run of pics fellows I enjoyed them

Pucker factor must have been off the chart.

Riding Nickle the mule...

Bob, tell Michael I said, "Way to go" and give him a 'high five' from me.

This will Buff right out in no time

Awesome photo!

Why does Imgur at times not work with one picture?

Gilbert did not know what to think of Santa.

Young Rosie, checking Rocky out.

Rocky appreciates a good shooter...

Ms Scarlet...the once-in-a-lifetime hunting companion.

How it all started...

Thank you good folks for all the nice posts.

no prob...........

Great picture Buddy!!!

East Texas. How old is this old pine stump i wonder. Killed a buck with a bow here 20 years ago before other timber was cut and the thicket sprung up.

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neighbor girl down the street.......

That groundhog looks like a squirrel .

Rick (in photo below) turned out to be a good friend of mine. Nice guy, bulldog persistent. Goes by Stub. Short story with the photo.

I volunteered with a group of conservationists headed by a man out of New Mexico, Brigg Stillers. Big burl of a man, soft-spoken, fierce stare that could melt a polar ice cap. Brigg had gotten a govt grant funded for the re-introduction of wolverine to remote parts of the lower 48, starting in Oregon, beginning with the Eagle Cap WIlderness in the NE corner of the state. It was thought, that if successful there, it would be a small jump for the new tranferees to spread to Idaho, perhaps negating the need for further transplant efforts. Oh heck, this was back late '97 early '98. Stub (he actually went by Rick then) was the lead man on the trapping and transporting detail. He worked with the various greenie types, college kids, most were real green but with a fair amount of enthusiasm, there for their touchy-feelly fix or thesis work. I being the lone *hunter* in the bunch made for some interesting dynamics and often some good-spirited but heated discussion on wildlife management practices and ethics. In the end, we all agreed we were here for the program and that was priority over any differences there might be between us.

Rick was directly responsible for getting us kids out and patrolling the far reaches of northland, locating wolverine habitat, identifying travel patterns and setting live traps in travel corridors. Brigg got a special waiver from the local constabulary for the live capture and transport of the subjects, since of course trapping is normally a fatal enterprise. All animals had to be checked and certified to be free of disease and general ailment on-site before they could be brought down to the lower 48. It should be noted, that at that time there was a small outbreak of Wolverine Ear Hair Tint (how big can an outbreak be, considering the distance between wolverines!) so all due caution was exercised in ensuring only healthy specimens were included in the program. As time went on, we were lucky in that none of the programs participants tested positive, which streamlined and simplified our work.

There was a fair amount of risk involved with getting a wolverine in and out of a live trap the several times necessary during the programs process, as you might imagine, and it was not without it's share of bumps and bruises for the participants. Rick being the leader, he really set the pace for all the participants with his tireless effort of being an example for all to follow. Ricks dedication to the program's success was instrumental in its eventual outcome. More on that in a bit.

Well, Rick and his able crew were 7 "uneventful" wolverines into the program when they rolled up onto a particular set that held promise of a very large female known to inhabit the area. She had evaded leghold traps of two local trappers for years and had a reputation in the local Inuit village as a bit of a scrapper. A few of the locals had a real disdain for her as she had either badly torn up or outright killed several of their prized sled dogs, huskies, that being tied up, had found themselves with more than they could handle when she wandered in. The locals were eager to see her moved as far away from there as was possible, and Oregon sounded just about right to them.

Program headquarters consisted of a surplus army canvas tent complete with a stove, dining and cooking tables, and some misc storage for scientific gear as well as the basic sanitation quarters all needed. Sleeping was done in separate, smaller tents scattered around. The whole "facility" was set up in a small, park-like clearing in the trees that had a small creek meandering through it. The creek was welcome not only for it's therapeutic qualities that eased tired bones blissfully to sleep each night, but for the wonderfully cold and clear fresh water for everything we needed from a utilitarian perspective. Of course, drinking water was filtered for bacteria, as beaver fever was common and completely undetectable. All in all, a very comfortable camp wedged in some pretty inhospitable country.

When Rick and his crew of eager volunteers first laid eyes on the live set, they were delighted to find the big old female securely inside the trap, and the trap still very securely fastened to the 30' tall Sitka Spruce they had left it tied to. It's almost as if she had wandered into the set, quietly sat down and waited for their arrival. Up until now, the lesser wolverines had begun thrashing fiercely and almost uncontrollably, as if they lost their minds at the sight and sound of humans. Some had dislodged their traps and flailed it all over the forest in their attempts at escape, but to no avail. One particularly agitated male in his fit of rage had toppled over a considerable rock bluff, still securely snared mind you, and had to be rescued from his cliff-side perch lest he end up in the river some 300' below.

Strangely, this old girl was eerily quiet instead, simultaneously watching each person with an intensity all agreed rivaled that of "Captain" Briggs back at camp, as he had come to be known among us peons. When anyone moved, particularly if advancing toward the set either in curiosity for a better look or in attempt to assess her condition, she was particularly keen on them.

After everyone had had their ample time to admire her regal coat and discuss her singularly determined demeanor, an attempt was made to disconnect the snares trappings from the spruce. One of the more eager and by now recognized as *less cautious* of the recruits slipped closely by the box trap on his way to the cables underpinnings when with much deliberateness and fluid of motion she quietly reached out between the slats of the cage and gently, almost imperceptibly, snagged the clothing of the volunteer with her long hooked front claws.

The hell-storm that followed her slow, quiet, and subtle movement was in such contrast to it that it served to numb the mind and motion of all within sight of it. What had seconds before been a quiet, passive creature caught helplessly, nigh, hopelessly, in our live snare was with much ferocity shredding not only the pant leg which had wandered too close, but also the leg it contained. Finally two or three of the more seasoned spectators, of which I include myself, sprang to the aid of our hapless peer, who with each passing second was shrieking even louder and more intensely than the one before, if that were possible. With her popping teeth, clawing reach, and shredding swipes she endeavored to eviscerate our mate while we attempted to wrench him from her controlling grasp. Our frantic tugs were countered with her steady pressure and unrelenting carnage, accompanied by the wails and screams of the poor fellow securely held in her grasp.

Finally, with much thrashing about on the ground, irreverent swearing, and general and comprehensive chaos among all present, she lost her grip and our friend was pulled clear of the clutches of the wild beast. While first aid was being administered to the by-now almost completely shredded leg of the volunteer, I noticed that she sat back against the bars of the cage, licking the blood and small hunks of flesh from her paws and watched with satisfaction, as if to say, "Anybody else want to come over here?".

When the patients condition was stabilized, the cage was secured on the back of the sled behind one of the snow machines. Believe me when I say not one person got within 5' of the bars of that cage during the entire process! What had up to now been viewed as a means of protecting the wolverine, the trap was now seen as the only thing standing between the volunteers and certain death should that beast get loose to institute her will on the party. The long ride back to camp was bittersweet, the successful trapping of the big she-wolverine tempered with the tragic events that followed, and the knowledge of the task that lay ahead.

Talk around the dinner table was understandably subdued that night. Now and then someone would murmur something under their breath, "Damn, never seen anything like that", or "poor fellow never saw it coming". In between bites of salisbury steak with mashed potatoes and gravy from the box, blank stares were occasionally interrupted with mumbled incoherencies. The mood carried late into the evening when one by one, all wandered off to their respective tents to try to steal some troubled slumber. For all of us, tomorrows chores, and one chore chief among them all, seemed to consume our thoughts and rob us of the confidence we had rested so solidly on just a few hours before. Even the steadfast Captain Brigg was taken aback by our turn of fortune, and that evening notified his higher-ups of the goings-on. The assorted bureaucracies above advised a go-as-you-go approach, putting caution at the forefront of any further endeavors, but determined none-the-less to proceed. After all, "The little wolverines must be returned to their historic range, come hell-or-what-may". Captain Briggs assured them that hell was indeed well on it's way, and that it would be delivered post haste and with the utmost sense of urgency.

Rick did his best over breakfast the next day to minimize the horrific events of #8's capture, trying to re-frame and re-characterize what we had all witnessed as just a procedural error, a mere clerical blunder in an otherwise boring and predictable sterility of doldrum activity. One that we would all be careful not to repeat, he added. Therefore, Cheerio, let's keep focused on the task at hand and get #8 safely transferred to her holding pen before moving on to the other chores of the day. Unfortunately, his glossing over of the wreckage of #8's physical damage had done nothing to address what was lying like a giant rock in each of our minds. The collateral damage done yesterday was far more widespread and deeper than even the gouged flesh and far flung strips of clothing. Clearly, #8 was no ordinary event, no clerical error, and would not soon vacate the psyche of anyone that had witnessed it. The inexpressible event of the day before had left an indelible impression that served to nullify our drive and even brought us to the place of deliberation of the wisdom of continuing with the program. A couple of the more timid spirits abandoned ship, as it were, citing "problems at home" rife with "mitigating circumstances". No one blamed them really, if anything they were admired for doing what many wanted to but lacked the courage to carry out.

As for myself, I stayed on out of dedication to the cause since I was after all a born and raised native Oregonian, proud son of a stubborn timber worker in my dad and determined homemaker on the maternal side, and also as a testimony to Rick and the Captains leadership, for which I had the utmost confidence in. But in reality, I was young, full of myself, and didn't really have anyplace else to be along about then, as fate would have it, so why not stick around?

With the morning meal behind us, we assembled near the sled still containing the trap and the once-again calm subject #8. The plan to transfer our by-now compliant captive to her holding pen was cemented, the individual tasks divided and rehearsed until each of us felt as though we could perform our respective tasks in sheer autonomy. The repetitive rehearsals had given us a small shot of confidence utterly lost the day before. We began to see that Rick may be right, this is just another small chore needing execution in a much larger program which would continue until completion. We had already nearly forgotten the "come hell-or-what-may" part of the previous days conversation between Captain Briggs and the bureaucrats while we blissfully prepared to execute The Plan.

I need to interject here that "The Plan" was before I had ever heard heavyweight champion Mike Tyson say, "Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the face". Now of course, in retrospect, when someone says "I have a plan", or "Here's the plan", I just assume I'm about to get hit in the face, and hard. And probably again in the head and neck, and all about the upper torso just for good measure.

As we approached the trap from all sides, each of us nervously clutching our various devices meant to keep us as far from the actual cage as possible, the wolverine, by now still nameless mostly due to the shell-shock we had all suffered the day before, as it was heretofore customary to name each animal at the time of capture, laid her ears back ominously, and crouched down, baring her canines ever so slightly in tense anticipation of whatever we would do to her. The poles for lifting the cage were inserted in their loops, the buckles securing the cage to the sled were loosed, and #8 was gently lifted clear of the sled and led to the door of her pen, still secured in the live trap we had fashioned for her. Rick led by example once again and shot to the pen entrance with a confidence that quietly buoyed all around him.

He deftly unlatched the snap on the pen door, lifted the gate leading in, and re-latched it up and open so his hands could then work the mechanism on the live trap. The pole bearers made sure the gap between the pen and the trap was at a minimum, and Rick carefully unsnapped the traps latch, and slowly lifted the gate, allowing #8 her first look inside her enlarged enclosure. At that very instant, Rick let out a yelp as he turned his ankle on a 1" pebble and went down next to the cage. Everything simultaneously went in slow motion and hyper speed as the wolverine saw a small gap open up between the pen and the cage. With lightning speed and unequaled deliberation she lunged for the opening and jammed three claws and part of a paw in the gap.

Leaning back with all her might she widened the gap, against six determined pole bearers what you would call average or better in stature, and managed to get first an arm, then her upper torso inserted in the gap and on it's way out. Rick was still in motion having just now realized that his footing gave way and he was on his back when #8 cleared the gate. Everyone able scattered at the prospect of the coming fury, while Rick lay helplessly off balance and upended like a turtle about to be pulled from his shell.

When #8 reached Rick he was flailing wildly with every tool in his box to fend her off, no doubt vividly remembering what she was capable of. As we all looked at once to our safety it was also impossible to ignore Ricks screaming as #8 lay into him. In what seemed like seconds, I now realize must have been 30 or so seconds, while none of us was yet able to formulate much of A Plan beyond, "Get the hell out of here", Captain Briggs had run for the double barrel 12 gauge shotgun leaning in the cook tent. It was thought a roaming bear might be cause for preparation and some forethought was given to ensuring no bruin interrupted our dinner or worse yet our nights sleep with a nocturnal raid on the grub.

Finding it where we had agreed would be central, he returned, senses on high alert, and with firearm trained on the ensuing melee in front of him, he unfortunately had to wait an agonizingly long time for the beast to clear Rick sufficiently so as to ensure Rick was not unwittingly the victim of the blast meant for #8. When the moment arrived, Captain Briggs steely nature became overwhelmingly evident as he fired at precisely the moment the wolverine leaned up and reached high for another swipe. The blast sent #8 sailing 15' and left a bloodied and battered Rick semi-conscious and incoherent in a pile on the cold ground. Medivac was called and Rick was airlifted to Anchorage, it being the nearest trauma center but still 3 hours airtime away. Three months in the hospital, many many operations, and three years of reconstructive therapy and Rick is as positive and optimistic as ever. Years later we can now speak of the wolverine transplant program in more detached, analytical, and scientific terms. That wasn't possible for quite a while after the events of '98.

In light of the inherent and undeniably dangerous nature of the wolverine transplant program, it was decided by the bureaucrats in Washington that wolverines, in all their majesty and largely due to their independent and predictably violent behavior, are perhaps best left to fend for themselves and enlarge their range, or not, as nature allows.

All funding was pulled, the program moth-balled, and the fiercely independent wolverine was left in it's northern home, never to roam the mountains of Oregon again, at least not at the whim of some college-educated wildlife management specialist with government money to burn and a name to make for himself.

I've stayed in touch with Rick, Stub now, over the years and as always, he leads by example with an infectious optimism that almost makes you wish you were him. Almost.

Here's to ya Stub, stay on the sunny side. A picture is worth a thousand words.

Great Story Fireball2

Today’s haul

Hell of a story, FB.

Yes it was...well worth the read.

And 100% bullshit of course.

But it was fun writing it this afternoon. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Yep. Wolverines are some bad mofos.

So, the Deflave detractor has become Deflave in abstencia?,

Not a photographer but always liked this one. 1906 '94 Marlin 25-20

Fun times, this years antelope camp no less.

Jonathan Brownings rifling jig (JMB’s father)

That' a good day. We were treated to fresh crab by my wife's coworker the other day and sure enjoyed them. Envious of you guys that can catch your own.

RUT ROH ! !

Thanks good folks, a lot of good viewing.

Nice boat.

Is that you, Wabi?

Oh chit! Back story pls.

That is me Doc. Did I break your screen?

Hunting camp, East Texas



Nice morning with best bud. At Venice, La.

Great pics and shooting, FB. What rig and load?

rigging needle for shark baits, my buddys 16yr old son. he was rigging a bait and the needle hung up so he but all of his 6.4ft 280lbs into it, when it went it went through the jack fish and into his arm all the way up into his palm. tip of that rigging needle is where my thumb is. pablo gave a shot of dope then i drove him down the beach 40 miles till we got pavement, poor kid yelled every time i hit a bump. several fire guys there when this happened.

Yep, great pic DMc.

Makes one squeamish just looking at that. I thought it was an arrow. Ouch!

Guests for supper!

has a barb for pulling the drops back through the bait, why we couldn't just pull it out.

Roughing it in elk camp with the boyz. October 2016

Seafire and moi shooting bowling pins several years ago at Armijo Spgs get-together.

Christmas feast in Texas!

That looks like a tough job Bob, I guess somebody's got to do it.

Rifle, $35 old SMLE #1

Scope $25 special at Academy

Nilgai bull at 100 yds, priceless!



(One of the south Texas ranch owner brother’s bull and his go to rifle he purchased as a kid)

You're a man of many talents, Jeff. Take care out there and thanks for the pics of things I wont see this side of Heaven.

Family Gathering on the Yellowstone



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KW, who is the handsome guy?

What a great bunch of pictures. You men lead interesting and exciting lives. Thanks for sharing.

Oh! That would be me sporting the Parabellum and Montana peak.

Anyone that can catch a bird in the air gets a tip of my hat.

The hard working machinist that gets us out of bad spots. Merle, and his good crew.

Great thread ! 👍🏻

Carne for this evening...

Kent

I’ ve always wanted to do Carne Kent... what kind of steak do you buy for that - Flank ?

Always enjoyed seeing this sign approaching Stanton, Texas from the east on Interstate 20. I took the picture in 2007. I'm not sure the sign is still there, didn't see it when I went through in early October.

Skirt is traditional, but I bought london broil for 1.97 so sliced it thin and it should work fine.

Kent

Winner !

Looks like fun to me !

Or 10-20 🤷🏻‍♂️ Depending upon how old she actually is

Does her papa know you posted this pic ? 🤔😳

I like this

Beautiful

outstanding!

Well done gents!

This is one of my BEAR baits----

Great pictures and stories!

Does her papa know she's dressing like this?

I apologize for the poor quality flip phone pic.

took a little dip a few moments before....

Calling Northern Dave.

He'll have it fixed up right shortly.

Geno

Bob,

when's granpa gonna get the kid a proper hat?

He needs a bigger one. Maybe a genuine south of the border sombrero.

Geno

Only time I stepped out of a perfectly good airplane.

You're one up on me.

My oldest son and grandson go for a ride

youngest son and the old lady when she was 42.

Rodger
Did the young fella have to have surgery?

they pulled it out after xrays, but it did get infected, they took care of it.

Pinche eyeball..

And the Road Runner got away again

Good memories

okok lmao....

yep......Road Runner got away........

I'm a 45 Colt kinda guy.........

Hahaha, I love it. Thanks for the memories.

Sunrise over my right shoulder on our firearms deer opener yesterday morning.

Like^^^^^^^^

Left shoulder.

beep beep

Hunting camp, East Texas



Nice morning with best bud. At Venice, La.

Rock the boss thought I could just scoot outta the way with an 8k# rubber tired skid steer.

A near by gun shop before it closed.

You couldn't?

Jag your hunting camp looks like a moonshiners hideaway.....

Wabi, wheres that thread about cheap knives. This WW sucker is cut yer thumb off sharp for $2.95. Its going in the fishing box.
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Is that her bra or her panties on the tractor seat?

Great pic, Wabi. Pleased to finally meet you and know what such a great fire guy looks like. Take care and God bless. RC.

Thanks, pendejo.

Roger can still communicate in the morning after a hard night fishing and imbibing but he cant talk till noon and only does sign language.

Jag, that is Classic!



Sorry Roger....grin

Shussh. And just how would you know what a moonshiners camp looks like?

Well, we all wished like hell you and gunner woulda been there.

good times, some of you don't know the good times you miss out on.

Moved it about 6" before the tires broke loose and that was all she wrote.

Two grandsons in Wabigoon, Ontario March 18.

Little guy that showed up this morning.

This was the first day my pup Babe worked like a champ.but the wind was up and we each missed a lot to keep the other from feeling like crap but any day with the gentleman DocR is and was a wonderful day. I only wish he didnt live so far away.
Doc Rocket is one of those who quickly go into ones Most Memorable Characters book and who expands the files of ones mental horizons. Of course, the same could be said about STX, Kaywoodie, Barry RockinBBar, Ed to many letters and Sandbilly.
Big characters who dont confirm to preconcieved norms and properly fill their boots.

Grandson Aaron preachin'.

Great pic, Wabi. Good job.

I'm sure it's a fun time....

As you say Sam, "These are the good old days"

You should have that bottom pic made into a print and sell them, Sam.

down here in Texas you could open a BBQ joint with that chain saw and maybe get a movie made about you.

Dynasty baby!!!!!

[align:right][/align]Gilbert showing me how to post on the 'fire.

Sweet lamp and shade cuzzin.

My sweet wife rules the roust hereabouts Sam.

Looks like Roger had too much of Jag's shine...

If you produced tit whiskey I would suckle.......laughing!

What Tractor

that's the one the pit bit...

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Darn, Wabi. How tall were you then.

Same height, less belly, (sad icon) I ain't gettin' any younger. Anyone know how to get younger?

What a deer.

Well how tall are you now?

5' 8"

I can wrap this up now, we all know everything about all of us. Time to get the high bid from the CIA

Cert,

Was just over in Fairfield/Suisun this weekend. You get them in the Bay/Delta, or have to goo outside for them?

Good to see y'all in PFD's.

Geno

PS, used to bring kid brothers trout fishing so we could stretch our limits too. Crab way mo betta though.

Not me.

You all know, we should get out more.

will we could post our outlaw pics... but we're to smart for that.

Big Jim is not joining our party, we could use him.

Roger, any of us that might have that kind of background know better..........................






Never cop to nothin'.

Geno

Some catch and grease trout



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Catch, and grease up the pan

lol a buddy posted a pick of two big bucks from back in the 80s on FB a while back.... told him they came from south of 141, he sent a message saying i was right on.

CZ and Leupold..

The Dog, Breeze (at another event in July, no fotos at yesterday's event)



The Course Yesterday:



The Results of his first run:



We had a long drive so didn't wait for the certificate for his second run. My wife was at the finish line catching Breeze, said the timer said around 6.8 seconds, so slightly over 30MPH most likely.

Even Usain Bolt doesn't run that fast

Geno

Hope they gave him some good drugs.

B&T Knives......my favorite pattern.

Now we're talking..

south texas..

world famous hog perforator...

Beautiful.

Great freakin pics. What was the pack train for? Elk?

Wats this we schiett, kimo SABI?

Yes Jag, elk in the Bob Marshal, the driftboat pic is the North Fork of the Flathead... glad you enjoy them

well no one will get to see pics of the 400 gallons of mash that was distilled over the last 4 days.

My Beagle Dolly watching her baby pictures on the computer


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Nice one irfubar, it will be awhile before you see a day like that again

My Roots----my dad and grandpa on the right. Oakville Iowa

What you want to see in Spring around here :

That is a very nice picture. I have seen very few Turkeys fly, and when I have, I never had a camera with me.

I wish that your picture is somewhat bigger.

hey irfubar

NICE picture!

Tell us more about that fine-looking boat!

That upwards bow and that much rocker should make that a dream to row and maneuver , even in rough water.

John

jpb,
That is a McKenzie river drift boat, it has a flat bottom with a pronounced rocker ,front to back, it is designed to be rowed down a river and to be fished from. They can take moderate white water and due to the bottom shape are easily rowed and maneuvered.

They were designed in Oregon and named after the McKenzie river. I built this boat from a kit by a now defunct builder by the name Greg Tatman.

A few more views of boat...

Oh and jpb, the boat is all wood. The bottom and sides are marine grade plywood. The ribs are western red cedar. The chines are oak as are the top rails. The bow rib is mahogany. This is going by memory as I built it 25 yrs ago

That's a nice boat!

All a man needs in a river or stream.

Took this pic on Friday on my way back to our cabin which is located on that ridge right in the middle below Denali. Picture is a little blurry as I snapped it with my phone through the windshield of my Argo.

Sweet!

I'm a woodworker myself, so I really appreciate the details and additional pictures!

Most folks have only rowed boats intended for motors (with that big fat drag-inducing stern), so they can't appreciate how easily a boat properly designed for rowing can move and maneuver!

It must be a great feeling rowing a boat that you built yourself 25 years ago -- talk about satisfying!

John

irfubar, when I saw your boat it reminded me of one my friend bought at the MORE show in Billings. Probably 20+ years ago. His was named a Wacky Boat! I think named after the builder.
I took many trips down the Yellowstone from Reed Point to Columbus. Caught lots of fish .Later
we put a long-shaft electric trolling motor for trolling at Cooney Reservoir..
He sold it to another friend that used it until last year and it is still being used by another guy in Columbus.

Are you familiar with that boat maker?

kennymauser,

I am not familiar with that builder. Interesting though. When I built my boat I lived in Billings. It has been down the Yellowstone and Bighorn many times. I also used to attend the MORE show back in the day.
Did you get any big walleyes in Cooney reservoir?

Red Desert country of Wyoming:

The view off our back porch.

Tod, and Phil, our crop insurance men. I've made a hobby of taking a picture of good folks we do business with, printing, and framing the picture, and giving it to them.

Dad's boots are too big.

Thanks for the kind words V’sD...
We crab outta Half Moon Bay.. and the kids are all just getting old enough to keep their legs underneath themselves

I have fished the famous McKenzie River many times. I lived about 45 miles from it for 25 years or so. That Mckenzie country is where I did one heck of a lot of blacktail deer hunting. Those boats are all over Oregon and they go by my house here on the Rogue River every day. Proven design.

Being a boat person you may like this book. I did.
Boys in the boat

They look hungry. You need to take those boys to Golden Corral.

This one was taken at Northern Dave's Camp Chickenbuck. 2016 ML season.

(grainy cell phone pic)

Looks like Venus.

You got good roots.

Nice elk but no bulls in the bunch.

Yeah, but they all look pretty fat, any one of them would fill the freezer.
Can't eat horns ya know...

They could feed lots of dimocraps on welfare.

While out fishing this past summer I rescued a tired swimmer. Staid on long enough til I got within 15' of the closest dock. Then he/she dove in, up the dock post and off into the big pines.

William Hall, my high school principal. In his nineties, a WW2 Navy vet. He drove landing craft at Normandy Beach.

recent young buck strolling in to one of my cameras.......

color & lighting interesting........

Drift boat theme, Colorado river.

postimage org safe

Maybe when that's empty you can get some beer in there.

Forget the plate. I wanna talk about that shotgun!

What about that knock off Stihl?

...some of our boys passing over the homestead the other day. Hard to see in the photo, but I think they were Blackhawks.

...tell us about the knife on the right?

It's a Gerber (can't remember the "model") that I've had for....oh gosh...probably close to 30 years now.

Excellent knife.

I like it. Probably no longer being cataloged. I'm not up on knife terminology, but I like the blade "shape" for general purpose hunting use; field dressing, skinning, and the like. It's a fine design.

Looks like a 925. Blade is a little short for a 950.

The 950 is my favorite knife. I have 6 or 8 of them.




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It sure is and has served me well.

I do believe that is it. The 925. Thanks!

That is a cool pic!

Kids don't have any fun these days....

I might have lost a job. Gilbert is taking over.

Was this picture taken in Minnesota ?? We had a unit from Boone Iowa activated about a month ago and they took their birds to Ft. Hood for an over seas deployment.

kwg

That is a very good book.

Fall

Where did you git a pic of me and my deer?

Summers

This has been a great thread.

I like the headlights on that Deere...

Someone's grandson.

It's been a "fun" thread, just as you intended it to be...

My buddy's dad has a string of mules.

He has a bunch of pack mules, has two teams of mules and some saddle mules.

His hired man says he would like me to ride one this winter.

The way rifles are supposed to look!

Really smooth ride and much more sure footed in the mountains than a horse might be.
Only problem is that they cost a lot.

Crown roast for Christmas dinner





Venison backstrap Saltimbocca in Marsala sauce with rosemary roasted red spuds

Great Stuff FUBAR!!!!

Wind in the west, fish bite the best.

What a wealth of , what a wealth. keep it up.

irfubar, Bannock???

That is a beautiful dog you have for a friend.. What kind is he/she?? Great photos too..

This thread has turned out as well as an old National Geographic magazine minus the topples pygmy's .
That may still turn up.

Awesome pics brother!

You live in some unbelievable country...😎

thank you Wyocoyo.... she is an Akita.... her and my wife are my best friends...

Thank you brother Beav.... Colorado is beautiful...

Great photos irfubar.

Thanks Roy.....

Little kid

Little horse


BIG smile!

Whaaaat! You dragged your couch all the way to Colorado? Well I’ll be jumped and kicked by a mule.

Tomorrow morning I’m licking windows on a plane as I make my way to Georgia to hook up with a bud to hunt up a couple of Whitetail bucks. Pard said the doe’s are hot and bucks are sniffing.

I called the airline and asked how much to check a couch?..Too steep for my thin wallet. I’m gonna just buy one in Georgia.

😎

Georgia? where is that? Russia?

I am not allowed to leave the West.... my couch has limitations....

And yes Colorado for anyone contemplating relocating..... it's awesomer...

My pards 12 year old boy “Little Wolf” found his first bull on the last day...He shot it with my custom shop 300 Wby that I had some smith work done to it. Lilja tube, trued action, new trigger, and bedded. Dad added the Leupold. Kids got himself a little hammer.

Cracks me up. I gave his dad the rifle for some future work I need done. Dad gives it to his boy. My pard is like that - his boy comes first and always will. A good dude and dad. 😎

Georgia, the land of big snakes, and gators. I’ve been well briefed on the dangers afoot and the reptiles are restless with the warm weather...Gawt Danm! I do hate a nasty fang-tooth with or with feet. 😎

Good luck on your Georgia hunt brother....

Thanks brother...If you don’t hear from me again. I was ate by a gator. 😉😎

irfubar,

Lots of nice pics of our great state.
Been to some of those places myself.

Thanks for posting them... and that Akita of yours is about as good lookin' a specimen as I've ever seen.
Great companion to have in the woods.

Thanks SBTCO, glad you enjoyed them.....

Thanks for the great pics. Where is this?

You ought to ride one, or two Jim.

Two Medicine, Glacier park....

raise ya one..........

Nice

Just for fun, this is piled high, not near as high as the campfire.

local band of Rams........

they're right at home among the BFR's.........

I'm a fat barrel guy..........6BR dog gun.......retired at 13K rds out

Great pictures gentlemen!

Now that one is starting to get interesting.

You too, 308.

Good to see Ringo still manages to get out hunting.

Gilbert showing grandma the way to church.

Irfubar, great pictures, great pictures from everyone actually. A great thread. Helps us remember the good things and not the crazy going on now. Thanks to everyone.

Salt Peak, looking along the Chinese Wall, Bob Marshall Wilderness

Lone Butte, looking down Juliet Creek, Bob Marshall Wilderness

Just around camp

The art of fine dinning outdoors

I don't do fast food...........

Jack the rock



Just Jack.............RIP buddy.....2005-2019

That’s more like it ! No veggies 🤠

Candidate for the annual family Christmas card photo right there!!!

LOL

Kudos to the OP for coming up with the idea for this thread and also to all the folks that uploaded the pics. Very enjoyable!,

Agreed one of the best threads on here in awhile!

Jake turned the cutting edge on the Cat loader yesterday. It took new bolts, one inch plow bolts are not an everyday item.

I saw a few pages back a picture of your grandson in the cab. What model loader is that? I had a couple that looked the same. I had a 1987 Cat 916 and a 1988 IT 18B.

It is an IT 28. The Balderson quick tach is very handy. We have the bucket, a bale spear, a fork lift, and a rock bucket.

Yeah, we replaced the old IT18 with a IT28 about 10 years ago. Last year the trans in my old 916 took a dump, so I got rid of it. I was lucky and found this 2002 938G for $90K. It only had 2100 hours on it. The thing got whole saled from Italy and ended up here. It was like brand new on the interior with all of the bells and whistles.

Frosty morning from the tree stand.

Sunrise from a different stand.

These are great folks, thanks!

A tiler fixing a couple of tile "blow outs". Concrete tile sucking dirt between the tiles. making a hole. They don't fix themselves.

What's a concrete tile, and what the hell are they doing underground in the middle of a corn field?

Is it a drain pipe?

Field tile drain excess water from low, wet places in the field. Terraces for the most part need tile to drain the water they slow down, and pond.

Clay, and concrete tile run from 3. to 12 inches, and even larger. They are mostly a foot long, and are laid close together in a line. The water can only get in the crack, or gap between the tiles.

Plastic tile that comes in long rolls have taken over, except for very large tile.

Pilot and Index Peaks , my neck of the woods.

now that's a handsome buck

No other way for her to pick her nose!

Great thread...might as well throw in...


Do you recognize these people?








Or how about this dog?

Hot damn best thread of the year !


So enjoying this. Some great photos, I’m impressed!

More...








Do you know these people?

You folks make me look like a piker.

This is the boot brush at the local elevator, I say you don't need it on the way in, rather on the way out.

Cedar Key, Fl and a Georgia hopper. Biggest grass hopper I ever saw.

those look like deer

Ruger 300 BLK

I-70 bridges........Emery County Utah.......

Eagle Canyon drainage

some miss the bridge once in a while.............

UHP.........different area recovery

Gods country.

Ohio. I get flyovers at least once a week, usually C130s (I think), sometimes Blackhawks, and I have seen a few Apaches in the past few years.

Great pic.
Prettier alive than dead, I'm thinking nowadays, unless I haven't had venison in a while, anyway.

Dead coon.

Black on white crime or interracial relations? Both are ugly.

What are the rpms when airborne

Rube Goldberg would be proud.

When somebody asks what you need an AR for...

Wow, that is a good one! Which volcano?

So that's how you end up if ya get it in the can....?

It is nice to post a picture without starting a new thread.

Father and son combo---In my back yard!
Name them! Hint, they drove a Prius!

Why you posting those ugly bastards dang man mucking up a perfectly good thread!

You know you wanted me to post those pics!

Airborne outboards need to be throttled back to idle or close to it while in the air. BTDT.

I guess there was another ugly bastard there.

Well at least no one can deny the setting was beautiful...

Pay attention, that was bud light lime !

Anyone else see a pattern here ?

Nice picture--brings back memories. What landing strip is that?

Bobcat in the back yard.

The niece trying to imitate her brothers

My Lady loves making meat !