The Hunting Times

I got up this morning and did a solo hunt - all by myself.  Kathy & Alex were still in Evansville doing the Thanksgiving thing.  Nick and Eric slept in.  Davey said last night if his light was off then he was not hunting.  His light was off. It was 6:55 am when I hit the course and 55F.  It had rained last night and there was a breeze at 17 mph from the SW.  I walked up 18, around 17, and E down 14.  I sat on top overlooking the creek.  It was a gorgeous morning and very pleasant as far as hunting conditions go. Sunrise looking at Hole #14's green on Sunday, November 30. The final day of firearms season in Indiana. I've been to the Pine Barrens in New Jersey.  I've been to the high desert in Oregon and the panhandle of Texas.  I've climbed the foothills of the Rocky Mts in Cimarron, NM and DeBeque, CO.  I've been to Australia, Cancun and Hawaii.  I've even been to a State Fair and two goat ropings.  All those places have a very specific smell

The boys (Eric and Nick) were either too tired or as they claimed, too ill to hunt this morning.  Poor wittle guys.  Davey and I let them sleep.   I picked up Davey at 6:45 am.  It was 34 F with very little wind.  It was actually a nice day to hunt.  There were not many other hunters out today. I sat in the bottoms on Marshall while Dave posted in the killing finger.  Neighbor Denis and his daughter Michelle sat in the W stand on Neal.  We saw no other hunters. I started walking N about 9 am.  Saw nothing until I rounded the last corner to the killing finger.  I could see Davey on point.  We were about 90 yards apart.  Three deer, a spike buck, a doe, and an 8-pt buck busted N-NW from me and ran directly at Dave.  I sprinted back to the E to try and force them W.  The larger buck made it E down the valley.  The other 2 ran at Dave - who cannot shoot as 0.5 seconds ago I was down range, although he could not see me now.  He waited for them to clear - and they did, stopping br

This morning we all met at my place and got ready:  Dad, Nick, Shane and I.  We picked up Davey on the way out to hunt Marshall, Vice, and Neal.  Shane and Dad sat on Vice.  Davey and I hunted Marshall and Nick was on Neal. Dad and Shane parked at Vice's - and then proceeded to shoot the bull for 45 minutes until it was well light.  We other three?  We hit the woods before 7 am because we Manned Up! We sat until 9 (for some that was 2 hours - for others that was 1).  I walked N and jumped 1 deer S and 3 North.  The three north ran toward Nick.  He took a shot to try and turn them - but they were over 130 yards E.  He got nothing but air and trees - and trees are tough eating! Nick's morning "kill" Due to hunters to the E of us across the creek, I walked up the top of the dump and promptly pushed two more doe out of the finger.  They ran due W never passing close enough for anyone to shoot. We all walked back to the vehicles and then met at Vice'

Tonight, Cuz Shane, Davey, Eric, Nick and I hit the golf course.  Shane posted on Hole #4, Davey overwatched Hole #5, Eric was overwatch on Hole #16, Nick was in the bowl on #15, and I sat on #14's tee box to block the North.  Trust me, Shane and Nick had the best of this deal - out of the wind. It was 34 F with 8 mph winds - making it feel like 24 - and it was a COLD 24. A flock of sandhill cranes flew over.  Look at the center of the first picture - there are close to 16 birds center frame. Sandhill Cranes flying over the golf course heading North We sat for about 90 minutes and then I told Nick to walk W and push deer to us.  He did the former, not the latter. The deer busted out in the middle of Hole #14 and ran due North - 4 doe.  I had a 300 yard running shot, that I wisely passed upon.  No one else saw a deer tonight. Looking E from #14's Tee Box. See that pine tree center frame?  The deer passed by there heading left (North). Sun

A very Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I am thankful that we live in such a wonderful country and for all the men and women who have given their lives to protect Her or are currently serving! And, I am thankful that our family is several generations worth of hunters who not only respect hunting, but enjoy being in God's Church trying to fill our freezer with sustenance.  Since I was 13 years old (that's 33 years ago for those of you playing the home game), I have been in the woods on every Thanksgiving Day.  That legacy continues with my children. Dad and Cousin Shane hit Carroll County this morning while Nick, Eric and I headed for the golf course.  Kathy & Alex, RePhil and Davey all had family obligations that kept them out of the woods. It was a calm wind, 5 mph, cool @ 24 F, and a sleet/snow mix this morning.  Eric sat on Hole #16, Nick walked down to #15's bowl, and I sat S on Hole #4. The first shot I heard was at 7:50 am, but it did not come

Once the children had outfitted their weapons of choice for hunting deer from my "store room," I was left with my Encore muzzle loader.  Mind you now, this is not bad kit.  Reloads are slow, sure, but that one shot can go out 200+ yards very accurately.  That was until it let me down on the large buck opening day.  Yes, yes, I know.  That was my fault.  Doesn't make me feel any better... So I was pondering what I should get.  I could buy another rifled barrel for the 1100.  I could buy an 870 combo.  I could buy a Benelli or Winchester.  All options seemed expensive until I stumbled upon a brand new Rock River Arms .458 SOCOM upper.  We have a winner! The .458 SOCOM (Special Operations COMmand) was developed to compensate for multiple rounds of .223 (5.56 NATO) required to stop hostiles.  It's .458" diameter or 11.63 x 40 mm and it fits on the .223 lower, using the same magazines, springs, etc from the .223 AR-15. I dropped off the .223 upper from Ni

I met RePhil at the golf course around 6:50 am.  It's a beautiful morning with calm winds, although it's hovering around 22 F. We sit in the truck and chat for at least 30 minutes.  The sun is well up before we head for the woods. RePhil walked E to Jenkins and sat in the middle stand.  I walked around 17's pond and sat near the pump house. We saw squirrels and lots of crows but no deer.  At least not until we drove out.  Three were feeding in the corn stubble south of the course - on property we cannot hunt. We were happy to be out on such a wonderful morning doing what we love to do - hunt!

So I roll in the lane coming home from work and I see a single goose sentinel on the pond.  I park the truck and see 5 more in the water.  I text Kathy.  She will not be home for an hour. I busy myself getting the gear ready (3 shot maximum and steel shot).  She finally arrives and we look, but it appears the geese are gone.  We walk over anyway.  We crest the N end and see 6 on the water.  We drop down and walk down the lane - hidden from view.  We pop up over the W end and they take off. Kathy drops the first one, the lead goose, with one shot.  I shoot into the group of four behind and nothing falls.  I shoot again and drop one on the grass.  Kathy's goose, of course, is in the water. The rest fly toward Dad's and then circle.  Kathy gets one more shot albeit a long one.  No more geese. Kathy walks back to the house and gets the Gator and a rope to fish her goose out of the water. We cleaned them, soaked them, and froze them for eating later.  They were

Sunday was a complete bust.  Rain all day.  Not just any ole rain.  Hard, nasty, cold stuff.  We got close to 3 inches.  No one went out to hunt - at least in our family. Monday = no rain.  Instead we had 50 mph winds!  Let's go hunting in that, said no one ever. But that's exactly what we did.  Kathy, Alex and I met RePhil at the course about 4 pm.  Kathy took Hole 15 because it's out of the wind.  RePhil walked over to Jenkins and Alex took overwatch on Hole 5 again.  I sat at the bottom of 17, walked up to 16, and then back down to 17. The plan was for RePhil to pick up Kathy at 5:30 and they both walk out toward Alex and me.  They pushed off two doe that promptly ran by the N side of the pond at Mach 1.7 and at 300 yards - they were on their way to the still standing corn NW of the course.  Kathy and RePhil are bad dogs and they got no treats. I guess I'm fortunate though.  I was out of the wind, got to see two deer (no one else even saw a deer), an

The plan was for Alex, Kathy, Nick and I to hit the golf course this Saturday morning.  Too cold and wet for Kathy, and Nick did not hear his alarm.  Thus, Alex and I headed for the golf course at 6:30 am. We ran into Krueger at the Trinity Church parking lot - he was completing paperwork.  We chatted for a bit and then headed out.  We parked and waited for it to get lighter before walking in at about 7:00 am.  Alex went to overwatch on Hole 5 and I sat in the bottoms of Hole 17. At about 7:30 or so I heard a shot.  Alex texted that he had a big doe down.  He asked if we should go get the golf cart and pick her up.  I said no, we should stay and hunt some more.  Then I heard shot #2 and then shot #3.  Funny story here.  As we were loading up, Alex said that since he had three loose shells sitting in the gun case, that was all the ammo he was going to take.  I convinced him to take an additional box.  Good thing huh, 'cause right about that point, he would have had a club instea

I left work a little early today to go buy a new refrigerator, as ours seems to have stopped working.  I made it home by 3:30 pm.  RePhil had to watch the grandkids, Kathy had plans, Alex was on a business trip, and Nick was working.  So, I called Pa Jerry and got him up from his afternoon napper.  We headed for the golf course at 4:00 pm.  It was 29F with 10 mph winds from the SW. At the course, owner Ken and winter worker Dutch came out to chat.  They asked about our success and told us a story about Sandy's 2nd cousin's once-removed husband (follow that) hitting an 11-pt buck on the road just S of the course.  $2,800 in damage to his truck.  Ouch.  The corn was finally being picked to the W - finally, can you believe that?  Corn is still standing on the 20th of November!  We laughed and cut up for about ten minutes and then started walking to our locations. I was in the grass, crunching snow and I heard leaves moving.  I figured it was the wind blowing leaves, when BOOM

Back up and at 'em at 6:30 this morning.  About the same scene as yesterday. RePhil shot first today - bagging a nice 9-point buck. Alex followed shortly thereafter with a 4-point of his own.  Alex's shot was excellent.  The deer walked 40 yards and died on the cart path.  No dragging required. As they all walked out, a small doe came by.  I had to turn and shoot.  I hit her, she dropped, rolled down the hill, got up and ran N.  The boys never saw her.  I figured she was dead in the woods. We went back and hot-wired a golf cart.  The boys loaded Alex's deer while I started following blood.  3 hours and 3 properties later, she crossed a line that we could not cross. The hunter to our E said he saw her come by, but it looked like a leg shot.  Damn, first shot at a deer this season and I sucked it up bigger than life.  No excuses.  My bad again. We cleaned Alex's deer and ran it up to Simpson's near Flora.  Then we sat next to a fire for the afternoon. Al

First off, to all of my loyal followers, I apologize for the delay in updating our progress this week.  It's been busy.  So here you go....a week's worth of updates.....enjoy..... For those of you in the know, Opening Day for Shotgun is like Christmas to Hunters.  In some states it's actually a holiday - because so many people are going to miss work and school that it just makes sense to call everything off.  Here in Indiana, we don't get the day off because Opening Day falls on a Saturday. So, on this Saturday, 15 NOV 2014, Nick, Kathy, Alex, and I met RePhil at the golf course at 6:20 am.  It was cold, like 19F.  RePhil walked to Jenkins, Alex sat on #15, Nick took the bottoms on #16, Kathy sat on #4, and I originally thought I would sit on #18, but Nick suggested I overwatch #5 - so I did. Kathy fired first at a buck that was crossing S at 7:20 am.  It never stopped and she got buck fever.  She called it a 6-point, but later said it was HUGE.  The buck was danc

Veterans Day, originally called Armistice Day, came about because...(source: US Department of Veterans Affairs) World War I – known at the time as “The Great War” - officially ended when the Treaty of Versailles was signed on June 28, 1919, in the Palace of Versailles outside the town of Versailles, France. However, fighting ceased seven months earlier when an armistice, or temporary cessation of hostilities, between the Allied nations and Germany went into effect on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. For that reason, November 11, 1918, is generally regarded as the end of “the war to end all wars.” Armistice Day was primarily a day set aside to honor veterans of World War I, but in 1954, after World War II had required the greatest mobilization of soldiers, sailors, Marines and airmen in the Nation’s history; after American forces had fought aggression in Korea, the 83rd Congress, at the urging of the veterans service organizations, amended the Act of 1938

Nick, Alex, and I met RePhil at the golf course at 6:40 am.  Nick walked N and then E to cover the ponds between holes 14 and 16.  Alex and RePhil walked E, with Alex covering the E side by hole 15 and RePhil continuing E to cover Jenkin's property.  I walked S to hole 4. It was about 30 F with a slight breeze from the S - SW.  There was some frost on the ground, but it was not everywhere. We did see a doe cross the road in front of us on the way to the course.  She headed toward the creek from the Conservation Club.  This would be the only deer Nick would see all day. Alex and RePhil pushed a large deer to the S.  It was still too dark to see if it was a buck or doe, but it crossed #4's fariway about 200 yards E of me and continued off property.  That would be the remainder of the deer we saw this morning. We called it off at 8:50, as church duties called.  We figure the standing corn to the E and W of the course are still holding the deer. This week-end opens the gu

Alex and I left about 6:40 am and headed out.  I dropped Alex off at Vice's and he was going to stage himself in the tree farm, just S of a scrape where he had been seeing lots of deer. I parked on Neal and walked to Marshall's top corner to hide in the fence row.  Boyd's corn was gone, but Neal's is still standing. I stood there with my Buck Bomb going off for an hour before moving to the corner of the woods.  I heard people talking N of me on Boyd and then the blue jays went nuts.  I knew something was coming and hoped it was deer and not people.  Not so much.  I saw a red hat bouncing through the woods, coming S toward the property line. I came out and talked with Jeremy Boyd.  He had rattled in a 10-point buck last night and stuck him clean, about four inches back of perfect (according to Jeremy), and got a complete pass-through.  The buck had traveled down the ridge and Jeremy lost the blood trail in the dark.  He was back trying to find him today. I

So Dick's Sporting Goods had jumbo Buck Bomb (33% more) on sale for $5 per can.  What the heck, thinks I, for I have surely wasted more money or dumber things before.  So I pick up two cans:  Doe in Heat Urine, and All Season Scent. Now, if you are not familiar with Buck Bomb, it's a pressurized aerosol can of scent.  You put it on the ground, push the button, and it disperses scent like you are fumigating your house.  Take a look at the product: My intent was to take the All Season can out on my next trip to the woods.  Oops, I grabbed the wrong can.  Oh well.  Even though it's a bit early for the rut, I figure that desperate times call for desperate measures.  I went ahead and decided to use the Doe in Heat can anyway. So I cut off the lid.  Yes, cut off the lid.  They are taped on so no one accidentally hits the button - cause once you start these things - there is no stopping them.  I set it on the ground and pushed the button.  Word to the wise - these thi

 Well, as of last Sunday, we turned our clocks backward one hour.  Thus, sunset is 5:35 pm now.  Kinda makes it tough to get home from work and get any quality time in the woods before it's too dark.  But, I did just that on Thursday evening.  Hit the woods about 4 pm. I walked in the bottoms at Marshall's and climbed up on top of the ridge above the creek.  I tried to get out of the wind, but was not too successful.  It was 41F with swirling steady winds at 14 mph; but gusts up to 26 mph. I saw four squirrels - and man are they FAT.  Really stocked up for winter.  So either these squirrels are going to have any easy time surviving, or we are in for a really bitter season.  I'm taking these four could have fed a tribe of pygmies for a week.  Mama June or Sunny D and Rum sized.  And please, if you've never seen Sunny D and Rum, you must go here now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYa-pFh_sHA Go ahead, I'll wait.  You have not lived fully until you have seen t

Just got back from a pheasant hunting trip to Ellendale, North Dakota.  Davey, Re-Phil and I drove 14 hours overnight Wednesday, 29 OCT.  We hunted Thursday, Friday, and Saturday and then drove home Sunday, 02 NOV.  This was our 10 year anniversary, as we first started hunting pheasants in North Dakota in 2005. We hunted private land W of Ellendale, just the three of us, with no dogs.  We bagged 75% of the roosters that got up within range.  We saw somewhere between 100 - 150 birds total.  Not near as many as we saw 10 years ago.  The wet summers and harsh winters have really put a dent into the population.  Well that, and all the loss of habitat.  There were almost no public lands in Dickey County where we hunted. We ended up with 8 birds in the bag and only lost 1 (downed buy could not find).  According to the other hunters that we ran into up there - that's fantastic!  They also gave us props for hunting without dogs - which is at least 10X more difficult than with a do