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  1. 18 points

    It is with great pleasure...

    ...that I present to you a picture that I took on Saturday evening. Lots of time and effort went into this, but Ryan made good on the shot this button buck offered him at 9 yards. The deer went 50 yards and dropped in sight. We literally jumped for joy, hugged, high fived, and shook hands. It was a big day for my ten year old boy, and for his dad too!
  2. 18 points

    HSO Deer Photo's

    My Dad took this deer opening morning. He's 92 years old! Pretty proud of my old man.
  3. 18 points

    Classy Gesture

    Guys, I posted about my dad passing away and truly appreciate all the kind words. Today we had the funeral and before the service my sister asked me if I knew who the flowers were from that said, "from your friends at HSO". I was floored. I've never personally met one person on this page unless I happened to know them before. My wife and kids kiddingly mock me all the time about being on this page very frequently. My daughter calls it my "blog page". I've told her it's not a blog and finally have relented and call it whatever they want to. When I showed them the flowers they couldn't believe it. I told her "I guess my blog page is a little cooler than you think." From the bottom of my heart I appreciate this classy gesture from my friends at HSO! We are planting the flowers in our garden tomorrow.
  4. 17 points
    Jim Uran

    Splash one!

    As a Native one thing we were always taught, the ice isn't safe until the white guys quit falling through.
  5. 17 points

    Tagged out!

    Last Wednesday my brother took Ryan out to hunt by our house. Ryan ended up shooting this five point buck at a whopping distance of 1 yard. He was in a ground blind in the deer was almost touching the outside edge of the ground blind when he shot it. His broadhead went right through its heart. Ryan was tagged out in Minnesota. I then took Ryan to North Dakota on Saturday. He passed up three smaller bucks and then shot this 8 point buck later in the evening. To say he is on cloud nine right now would be an understatement! Me too! eyeguy 54 likes this Like this Quote Edit Options Quote this
  6. 15 points

    Wild Turkey Photos

    This is the bird I called in for my buddy this morning. He saw the decoy at 80 yards and hung up. It took at least twenty minutes of soft clucks and purrs to close to thirty yards where he made the shot. i understood why he was so wary when I saw those spurs. 1.25"each side and really sharp and hooked. true limb hanger.
  7. 15 points

    My Old Man Still Gettin' it Done

    Yeah, yeah, I know, it's with a gun, but you guys know me, those over in the gun forum, not so much. At any rate, my Dad's 92 and I'm pretty proud of him.
  8. 14 points

    Pine Marten

    Here are a couple of pics from early Dec of a pine marten on a deer carcass that I have hanging in the backyard.
  9. 14 points

    HSO Deer Photo's

    After 6 years of trying to get a buck my best hunting buddy got one this morning. He was hot after a doe and she dropped him in his tracks. It was awesome.
  10. 14 points
    certified jumbo

    Archery Hunting Photos

    Well it all came together last night in the oddest of ways. I go to my money spot for a South wind only to find 3 deer bedded under my stand, they run into swamp bedding area and I can here more deer get up and running, splashing through water etc. So I decide that spot is ruined. I run to the truck and go to another spot about 1.5 miles north. I haven't hunted this particular set this year. Get in and there are trails and rubs around tree. Not long her comes a doe but she's going to skirt me at about 34 yards. Trying to decide if I should shoot her or not. Decide to wait in hopes for a little closer shot. She then hits my boot tracks where I walked in and is instantly very nervous. Then I here it, loud constant grunting, here he comes from corner of field running right at her. She bolts as he nears, but bolts right to me, he follows, never stopping. I tried the mouth grunt and finally basically yelled, I got hI'm to slow to a fast walk. I let the arrow rip hitting him a bit back. My heart sank. I immediately got binoculars on him and could see heavy blood coming off his side. He staggered about 80 yds into field and went down. He had his head up for about 10 minutes looking around. Then I couldn't see it anymore. I have him an hour went over there and he had retired. Thanks to MJ for sharing trail camera pics all summer, keeping tabs on the properties and helping hang it in rafters last night. Turns out we have no pics of this deer. That's all folks,
  11. 14 points
    Livin the dream

    Surf n Turf (Bemidji style)

    Had some family up and we found the crappies the last couple of days. Fresh fish and some t-bones. More pics to come..
  12. 13 points

    Wild Turkey Photos

    So proud of my 93 year old dad. It's getting tougher and tougher just getting him out there, but he still knows what to do once there.
  13. 13 points

    Big Bear down!!

    My son Dean took his first bear this past Sunday (9/13) and it was no average bear!! We had one bait station that was getting hit regularly by 2 bears, one being close to 2 hundred pounds and the other just a bit larger. These bears were coming in during daylight on a pretty regular basis,,,,,,,,,,, till the acorns started to drop. The bait was only being visited every few days and then only once in the last week. The regular visits had stopped and hopes of getting one of the average bears was not looking good. We were freshening the bait daily since season started but the bait was being hit less and less. This past Sunday it was very windy and a little warm but Dean decide to spend the afternoon in the ground blind at the bait. At 7pm a bear that we had not seen at the bait before came in. With the bear looking at the blind Dean had little time to analyze the bear, in fact he did not see the bear come in due to playing on his phone. He looked up and the bear was there at 30 yards. The bear turned his head to the bait and Dean was able to make the shot. I was near and heard the 300 win mag bark but waited for him to call. When he called he could hardly talk and I said im on my way. I was expecting a 200# bear to be laying by the bait. Well the bear bolted at the shot but only made it 30 yards but out of page of the blind. I walked down and saw the bear piled up. I got up to the bear and could not believe my eyes. It was a beast. We were in awe of the size. The big boar dressed at 420 pounds with an estimated live weight of over 500. We are still in disbelief of the whole hunt. This bear had not been seen on the camera all season. Right place at the right time!!! The first pick is off the trail camera before the shot.
  14. 12 points

    Muzzy 2018

    I put a blind up the week before muzzy opener for the boy and I to sit in at the same spot we sat the last day of gun season. We got out to the blind in the dark about a half hour before shooting time on opening morning. I was not sure how he would be walking into the woods in the dark but he had his headlamp and was a champ about it. We got situated and layed out the snacks and drinks and got ready. I didn't expect to sit more than a couple hours. I got the blind windows open and we waited. I was excited to hear him spot all the "deer" that we all see when the woods wakes up. This is my absolute favorite time to be in the woods. There's just something about being there when everything comes to life. He saw plenty of crazy things in the dark which all turned out to be stumps, branches, and weeds. About 7:30 a doe and fawn came by us. I again asked him if he wanted me to shoot and reminded him that we could shoot any deer. He again said he wanted a buck. A few minutes later another doe came by from the other direction and we both had a good time watching the action. Even though we were in the blind I used the opportunity to help him understand when you can move when there are deer nearby. After that he decided he was tired and curled up in the chair. I don't think he slept but I knew he was getting bored. About 8:15 he sits back up and asks how much longer and I tell him an hour. He's not all that enthused by that answer but accepts it. It's getting close to 9 and he's ready to head to the truck. I keep trying to stretch it out as long as I can but know we don't have much more time sitting. I'm looking out my side of the blind and he's watching his when all of the sudden he says "there's a buck". I look over and sure enough there's a deer standing 50 yards away broadside looking at us because he forgot to whisper. I asked him if he was sure it was a buck and he says " yeah and it's a nice one". I said ok, I'm shooting. Somehow the deer didn't spook and just started walking down the trail again. I got him to stop and took a shot. The deer takes off and we sit in silence for a minute or so. I look over at him and he's got the biggest grin and says " I told you we'd see a buck". I gave him a big hug and said I'm not sure how well I hit the deer and there's no certainty that he's hit at all. After 5 more minutes I went to the spot he was standing and looked and nothing. No blood. No hair. Everyone's had that feeling that's hunted but this time it was different. It felt like I let him down after all that. The shot felt good and I settled the crosshairs right on the shoulder. I go back to the blind and sit down with him and explain that I didn't find any blood but didn't want to go further and risk kicking him up. He tells me not to worry and that if I missed that one we'll just wait for another even if it takes all day. Another hug and I said let's both go over there and take a look. We start down the trail following tracks when the flood gate open up and he starts spraying blood. At this point we stopped and I explained that we know we hit him so let's sit down and give him a little more time to make sure we don't kick him up. We start back down the trail only to find him piled up 40 yards down just out of sight from the blind. We ease up to him to make sure he's dead and then get to take a look. I let the boy go up and grab him first since he spotted him. Again he says "daddy, I told you we'd get a good buck". He wasn't a huge buck or anything that I'd put on the wall but he was bigger than I expected. I haven't shot any wall worthy deer but thought about it for a couple minutes with this one. I'm the end I elected to just do a European. And of course a picture of him and I next to it. This was one of those moments where I couldn't believe things worked out perfectly. Him and I put a couple cameras out on this land in mid fall and got pictures of a bunch of bucks including this one. And I swear I had a dream the night before with this exact buck walking in from that same direction. It had had been a very trying year for me and this was something so perfect to close out the year that words can't describe. Now he's saying he needs a bow. I'm guessing Santa has already heard that request and is working on getting that order filled. This isn't the best picture and doesn't show how nice a buck he is but it's my favorite.
  15. 12 points

    How Would You Handle This.

    Well I couldn’t make it over there yesterday, so my son went over today after school to tell her thank you but he’s going to take his stand down. After a 30 mins conversation with her, he now gained bow hunting, shotgun hunting and turkey season next spring. She told him that he has permission as does the other gentleman and don’t worry about it. This is where it gets good. Cole went out to his stand and guess who shows up asking what he’s doing. The other “kid”. Asking why he is back out there, Cole explained to him that he talked with the land owner and sees no reason why they both can’t be out there. The guy stormed off. So I called him a while ago.....yes the first 15 mins were not some of my best moments, but I finally was able to get to the bottom of his problem. He’s never shot a deer, he’s never shot anything and only took up hunting 3 years ago. Whoever has been “coaching” him has given him some very bad information. Told him things that I’ve never even heard of. So I told him not only will we help set you up, but we will move your stands into good spots, I will hang a double set if wanted and either myself or my son would be glad to sit with you and help walk you through the first time, video tape it and even offered to let him come sit in my ground blind on my field and get him a shot a doe any night. We are all meeting tomorrow night so i can go over some maps with him and show him where I would put my stands at if I were him. I told Him instead of running my son off who could a complete asset to him, learn from him. He might be only 15 but he’s a wealth of knowledge and loves everything about hunting, not just the killing part. He just wants to be in the woods and help others. Looks like a bad situation may turn into a good one. I hope at some point this fall I can post a picture of my son guiding this gentleman to his first archery deer.
  16. 12 points

    MN Rifle Buck 2017

    Can't believe I have to be the first to post pics! 2 weekends in the books and our group did fairly well. My sister shot an 8pt opening night, I shot this one Wednesday morning, and my dad shot a doe Friday night. Overall we have a lot of fawns around our place, which is encouraging for future populations. Hoping this winter is an easier one and most of them will make it through. I shot this buck at 9am out in a 4 year old clear cut. He was chasing a group of does that looked like it consisted of a 2.5yo, 1.5yo, and a fawn. Kind of weird to see the does all together with a buck chasing them, but it all worked out. He stopped at 60 yards and I took the first shot, second shot I put in his body somewhere but couldn't tell where. I gave it 45 minutes and then went to look for blood. Spot of the first shot I saw I shot through a 1/2" sapling at least 20ft in front of the deer, so I think the first shot missed, no blood or hair. I then went to the spot of the second shot and only found a small piece of fat. My face was probably white as a ghost, I felt sick. I continued to follow his tracks in the snow, and found decent blood where he jumped over a log. Dark blood with more spots of fat. If I had my head on straight I would've remembered that this was a sign of a gut shot deer, but my head was swimming and I just slowed down but kept moving. Some how, I got extremely lucky though as I was able to spot the buck lying down 50 yards away through the thick poplars. His head was still up and moving so I quickly put another shot into the shoulder area, and that was it for him. Ended up being like I thought, missed the first shot, second shot was guts, and the last was right in the front shoulder. Being in the clear cut when the deer first came out and not wanting to spook the does, I was unable to get a full look at his antlers before shooting. So walking up on him was a very pleasant surprise, with no ground shinkage! He weighed 207 field dressed and has some really cool palmation on the one side. Thinking back on it, I couldn't understand how the my shots where that far off and so inconsistent. Before the season sighting in the rifle, I had it doing decent on paper, but still inconsistent. I didn't have a solid bench rest so I thought it was just me. So the day after I shot this buck, I shot a box of shells through on a good solid rest and the gun was all over the place. Missing paper and very inconsistent. I knew I didn't have that much influence on the rifle in the rest, so once I took it into Scheels in Minot and they ended up pulling the scope off and sending both the scope and rifle in to get inspected. Weird deal, never had any problems like that. The rifle is a Remington 700 CDL in 25-06, brand new 4 years ago. Scope is a Vortex Viper 4x12, brand new 4 years ago.
  17. 12 points

    Finally got a big walleye...

    I finally broke past the 28" mark... with a true 32" (11 pounds on the scale) walleye It has a cool blue hue to the tails and fins due to some type of parasite in the slime, really neat look, and very dark with yellowish bellies. (I hold fish close to me for pics, it was almost touching my chest, and I go about 240, it was a really fat fish.) It's still swimming. I figure I have to brag a bit, but only a bit because it was on Saganaga with a guide Even had an official Canadian shore lunch on a pretty little island surrounded by cedars. Pulling spinners/crawlers on rock reefs, this was the biggie, along with about 2 dozen more that were up to 27", but most under 18". Was a fun trip, great scenery and some lake trout for an hour or so as well (they were coming off the bottom in 80-100'). We did two days, and the 32, a 27, and a couple 25's were the biggies. I am sure this will be the biggest walleye I ever catch, but I won't complain, ha!
  18. 12 points

    Twice Baked Potatoes and Prime Rib

    Had my adopted son Tony and his girlfriend over yesterday. Made some of my twice baked potatoes and a prime rib roast. Pulled the rib roast out at 135. Was going to pull it at 130 but got distracted by conversation. Made the au jus and sliced the roast and put it in the au jus right away. Very tender was said by all. The twice baked potatoes is the same as the recipe posted on my page in the Recipe page. Scooped out the baked potatoes and put sour cream, butter, cheddar cheese, green onions and milk and mixed until smooth [salt and pepper also]. Then scooped it back into the potato shells. Covered the potatoes with bacon that I fried previously, more green onions and more cheddar cheese and put them in the oven for 15 to 20 minutes so the cheese is melted. good luck. Ready for the oven. In the au jus the slices go.
  19. 12 points

    Smoking some beef today

    Holy cow - literally! This turned out WAY better than I expected, given that before September last year, I really hadn't smoked a thing in my life besides maybe a rack of ribs on my gas grill. Here's the grand reveal. Thanks Reinhard, as always, for your wisdom. Followed mostly the procedure on your page. when my 8-year old says "Dad, this is WAY better than Arby's!" I did something right! Out of the smoker and into the foil to rest a while. As soon as I cut that first slice, I knew it was going to be awesome! Getting' happy in the juice! Voila! threw some sautéed shrooms on there and a big slice of muenster and put it under the broiler before putting the top on and chowing down! Lots of leftovers, too. Can't wait for lunch tomorrow - I may have to have it for breakfast! Also, I really liked the flavor of the cherry wood for beef. Will be doing it again, for sure!
  20. 12 points

    HSO Deer Photo's

    Decide to take the day off and hunt. Quarter past noon this guy comes walking out at the end of the clearing. 300 yards. I knew it was a buck, but was just concentrating on making the shot. Went about 40 yards. Oh boy did I get excited when I walked up to him. 13 points. Think l am still shaking.
  21. 12 points
  22. 11 points

    Battling Bucks

    Early morning bucks playing around in the back yard.
  23. 11 points

    Tic Toc- I'm Ready To Leave

    Well Day 2 was a complete bust. Warm temps and high winds along with a full moon kept any daytime movement to a minimum at best. Onto the next. Day 3 we got plenty of rest the night before and we’re ready to hit hard. We started off on the bluff where Cole had got his cow and before we could even sit down we had 3 cows at 600 yards heading at us. We lost sight around 500 and figured they would move right up the draw around 200 yards away. They didn’t follow our plan and disappeared forever. Around 10am we had some animals above us. We could hear hooves on the bluffs but never saw them. We had lunch around noon and then started still hunt ridge to ridge. Around 130pm we were on a sharp drop of when son says ELK! We immediately hit the ground as they were only 100 yards almost straight below us on steep bluff. We belly crawled to the edge and looked into the timber. We could then only see one standing looking straight away from into the wind. I slide my rifle up in front of me and placed the cross hairs behind the shoulder. My first opportunity at a Bull ever. Cole had him in the binos when I pulled the trigger. Not needed. He dropped right in his tracks. Cole tackled me and both erupted in laughter. Both of us total rookies had filled our elk tags 3 days into the season. Not sure if we are good or just plain lucky but either way it’s been an unbelievable experience. Now we had some serious work ahead of us. We literally had to pack him out an almost straight up vertical cliff. I have one really bad knee...all those years of jumping out of airplanes in the military have taken a toll on my knees. We each grab a rear quarter and made the first trek out. When we got back I was hurting. Cole said sit down Dad. I got this!! He then hauled out both fronts and loins in one haul. Went back down for the head and did that too. As I sat and watched him I was overcome with emotion. How did I get so lucky in raising such a grateful and helpful young man! He got back up to me and we both broke down in tears and hugged for about 15 mins. What an experience we’ve had. The effort and hard work you go through on these hunts is like nothing else. It’s been the best we could of asked for and then some. We took the morning off while my buddy went back out. We did some scouting this afternoon and think we found a herd for tomorrow to go after with him along with trying to fill our deer tags. More to come
  24. 11 points

    Nm Elk

    Got back from NM on Sunday. We had a great trip. Never found any truly huge ones but saw some pretty good ones that would make me more than smile. We were going to hunt for 7 days and on day 4 I shot a little guy that gave me too easy of an opportunity to pass up. The morning of day 7 my buddy shot his bull. Both were called in with mine coming to cow calls and his coming to very aggressive bugling- my favorite! The two smallest bulls in New Mexico but we're happy!
  25. 11 points
    Thanks guys. Your kind words means alot to me and my family. This was definitely a place dad could go and start writing to help take his mind off of the numerous Doctor visits and the rounds of chemotherapy. He was a fighter and fought a long 2 1/2 year Battle with cancer but in the end the cancer took him away from us too soon. As I look threw his writings I see alot of fictional and non-fictional writings but alot was so relavent to what was going on in his everyday life. This was the world that he created. My dad was such a gifted author, I know he talked about writing a book on the waters of lakeiwanttobethere but towards the end he just didn't have the strength to get that project under way. But he does have his stuff here and I'm so thankful that I can read it. Brings back alot of memories. Once again thank you everyone for your kind words. I attached some pictures I took today after his service of the den with his fishing poles and pictures of the fishing trips on the wall and a picture of us some 15 years ago on a trip we went on, so many great memories..
  26. 11 points

    Persistence Pays off

    This was the last morning my son and I could go out. We are glad we did. We took yesterday morning off as I needed to work and we were both dog tired from getting up at 4:00 Friday thru Monday. We had seen birds almost everyday but getting close was challenging. It seemed like the birds on this property really like to stay in the woods. So Monday when we left late morning I put the blind in the middle of the woods on a ridge top/pinch point where a couple mowed trails crossed. We heard birds in here both Saturday and Sunday morning and we could get in pretty quietly on the mowed trails. Kind of bold move as we knew we would be close to the roost and could bust them out but with this being the last day and I could only hunt for a couple hours it was worth the move. We got in pretty quietly about 4:50. I set up a hen and jake at about 15 yards. At 5:00 on the dot we had one gobble about 100 yards right in front of us. Perfect! he was pretty vocal. he was sounding off about 1 a minute. I was going to wait until about 5:15 as it was dark in the woods before I gave any soft clucks. About 5:10 a hen started clucking and she was really close. Maybe 50 yards but with the thick leaves we could not see her. Again perfect, I did not need to call as she was doing it for us. For the next 10-15 minutes every time he would gobble she would answer. It was kind really cool! Meanwhile we had others around us start gobbling. I seriously think this morning was one of the most vocal I have heard all season. We were trying to keep track. We think we had 7 different gobbles going in all directions. Guessing they were all within 1/4 mile. Kind of odd as we were here Monday Morning and only heard a couple a long ways way. About 5:30 the hen had been quiet for awhile so I gave a couple really soft clucks and a Tom Roared back from within 50 yards up in the tree. He must have been near the hen. Fun to see my son's eye almost pop out of my head. That dude was close! I gave a couple more, probably should not have as everything went silent. So I did as well. About 5:35 we heard 3 sets of wings fly down and away. Bummer. We sat silent for about 10 minutes. I was thinking of making a move to get in front of those birds when a 3-4 started gobbling to our right 2-300 yards. I clucked back and they answered every time and were slowly working closer. I think they were in the field but we were in the woods. Suddenly another one gobbled behind about 200 yards. My son wanted to move closer to him but I said we are in a good spot, a pinch point. And with birds responding we needed to be patient and see how it plays out a little longer. About 5:45 I gave a couple loud cuts and another gobble sounded back in front of us. The first Toms were coming back! Suddenly we spotted them at abut 75 yards. A hen, a Jake and 2 Toms and they were crossing in front of us but were not headed our way. So I gave a couple soft clucks. Both Toms puffed up, Roared, looked our way and as soon as they saw the decoys they sprinted up to them. Happened really fast! They again puffed up and circled the hen. I told Jake to wait for one to stop moving and then I clucked to get one to stick his neck out, as he did Jack dropped him ion his tracks! The other Tom trotted off a few yards and then came back to jump on him. Would have been an easy double! Jack's first Tom and a nice one to boot! Almost identical to the one I dropped a few weeks ago. 22 lbs, 9 1/4 beard. 1/2 spurs. Needless to say he was kind of pumped!
  27. 11 points

    Team 2 - Everlasting Gobble Stoppers

    22 3/4 lbs
  28. 11 points

    Morgan's first deer

    My little girl, Morgan, is now 10 years old and able to hunt in MN. She put a perfect shot on a doe last night and she only made it about 50 yards before we watched her drop. She and I are both thrilled with the outcome!
  29. 11 points
    Check one off my 5 year old grandson's bucket list. Since last year when he was 4 he wanted to "go Walleye fishing in grandpa's big boat"! Set him up with a 6 foot ugly stick rod and reel, lindy rig and leech and told him to hold on with both hands! I never prayed so hard when he hooked it that he didn't lose it at the boat or grandpa miss netted it! I never helped him reel it in or anything because by the time I turned to get the net he had it cranked up to the boat!
  30. 11 points

    Wild Turkey Photos

    My 7 year old got his first gobbler (or anything) on April 23. He missed with his 20 ga on April 17, but kept after it. I have never seen him so excited.
  31. 11 points

    Wild Turkey Photos

    Myself and my 9yo on his first turkey hunt. He decided Wednesday he wanted to try turkey hunting. He has never showed much interest in hunting before. Needless to say I think he is hooked! Oh and he shot a bigger bird than I ever have. 25.6lbs 10 3/4 inch beard and 1 1/4 hooks.
  32. 11 points

    A deer hunting story.

    I woke up, startled, why was there light peeking in the windows?... I found my phone, muted, saying "press here to snooze"... Threw on my clothes, grabbed all my stuff and threw it into the car because I was going to go straight home after hunting, not coming back to the cabin. The wind forecast was out of the south, and I had a good spot in mind that is ideal for a south wind. Also very close to the car in a large area of public land. I had to be home by late morning, didn't want to shoot something a mile back that would take forever to drag out by myself, especially in the heat. I pulled into the public land parking spot a few minutes before sunrise. The deer usually cross the road by this spot right away in the morning as they feed in a private field not far away and bed on other private land on the other side of the road. I have hunted this spot many times when short on time or the wind is right, today for both reasons. I always try to get there well before shooting time. Not today though. Since it was light out, I quietly worked my way towards the creek where they like to cross. Looking for fresh tracks as I went, since I hadn't scouted this area yet this year. There were a couple sets from the previous night. I crossed the creek and moved towards the far woods quickly so I wouldn't be caught in the thirty or so yards of open grass if one was coming down off the hill in the trees. Once across I picked up the trail quickly, good sign on it. If any deer were still coming, they probably would come right to me. It's actually a good thing that I forgot my tree stand straps at home. I realized it on Saturday afternoon when heading out to an evening spot and found they were missing. If I had to put up a stand, it would have ruined everything. So I stood next to a big tree very close to the main trail, and a lighter crossing trail. The small trees near my offered good cover if I could spot anything coming at a distance. I wasn't sure if I would stay long though, so didn't bother moving more than a couple yards off the trail. 10 minutes went by, and I heard a couple branches break up the hill and on the main trail. In the late fall I would easily have been able to see up there, but early season is different. A moment later I head more noise, it must be a deer. I quickly pulled up my bow and attached my release as I spotted antlers ahead. The deer looked plenty big for me, so I drew as he was about 25 yards out and still behind lots of leafy saplings. He quickly walked through the first opening, thankfully angling slighty off the main trail, otherwise he would have walked right into me... I was in plain sight of him, but he never took the time look my way. I would have shot but he didn't stop, so as he hit the next opening at 15 yards I grunted because I doubted he would stop on his own. He froze, and I put an arrow into him. The shot looked great, good height, maybe slightly back. He ran in a circle back to where he came down. And stood there and flicked his tail a few times..... I knew then that I probably hit liver. It was too far forward for guts. He was too far, and too much between us to take a hail mary shot. He walked a few steps behind some leaves where I couldn't see him. I waited only a couple minutes as he never appeared further ahead, so I slowly moved to the side to try to spot him. I couldn't see him, so I went back to the trail he had been on and crept forward. After a short distance and not seeing any blood yet, I had a bad feeling setting in. Then I looked ahead as I saw movement in the ferns. Antler tips were sticking up and he moved his head again. He had bedded in the ferns where I last saw him, licking his wound. He was surprisingly only 20 yards ahead of me, but hadn't seen me through the ferns. His head was swaying a bit. He looked semi-alert, so I had to think fast and didn't want to let him sit and suffer. The only thing between us was a lot of ferns, and I could see the top of his rump, and his antler tips, so in between would be vitals. I drew another arrow and sent it into the ferns where his center body would be. He bolted up in the air and into a small tree and landed back on the ground. I probably hit his spine, he was stuck against the small tree now and could see me but wasn't moving. I quickly drew again and sent one more into him, this time I finally put one in the lungs... He expired shortly after. It was nice and cool, no mosquitoes like last night, and I could comfortably take my time to get a couple photos and get to work. Of course I forgot my dragging strap at home. I had to get him out the old fashioned way. I thought I would go ahead to the car and get a drink, then realized I forgot my cold root beer, and the ice pack, at the cabin. I guess they will wait until later this season. I knew I was out of shape, but good grief, 300 yards of dragging was never so hard. And I still had to get him into the back of my VW wagon. Finally on the road, I stopped to talk to someone coming out the woods with blaze orange and a shotgun. They were squirrel hunting, and not familiar with the area, so I pointed them to where I had seen some grouse and wished them luck. I actually hadn't seen any squirrels while scouting, they were probably fat and lazy from gorging on acorns. The first gas station I came to was a welcome sight. I got a cold soda, and a 10lb bag of ice to pack into the deer to combat the heat. It was getting warm fast. Home an hour later, deer cut up and in the fridge as quick as possible, and I'm ready for a nap.
  33. 11 points

    Boars Boar!!!

    Holey smokes what a night, the story contines off of "This looks promising" and no theres no swapin underwear, LOL, so on wensday The big boy back out on my my buddy xx1957xx, he had driven all the way from worthington to hunt for the second time this season. So Pumpkin Head backs out, and we decide together that thats my bear to hunt, PH dont like the new player in buffette room. we let it sit thursday to cool down and get him comfetable, I had decided to let 57 hunt my private land which is offlimits cause of family members, to many fingers in the pie. but 57 came 6.5 hrs to hunt. Cant let him sit on the couch, other sites were dry and this one was picking up again. with recent pictures of the nice one from earlier this baiting season. He was very greatfully for that that. Heck he'd do it for me. So Im running to Pumpkin Head's buffette table to freshing it up, of course he'd been feeding of course and it was licked clean, half of an army duffle bag and two bucketts. Gone! in less than two days. Glutten! Im sitting in stand, and ya know, when youve spent alot of time in bear stand, ya just know wen something is gona happen, you get that feeling that all the hard work is gona come together, im comtemplateing this in my tree of solitude, playing with my new phone, eeeesh wat bad habit, but hey, that or a Tina Fay book my wife bought. so I set up google accounts and stuff. As Im sittitng there on a perfect killing night with tunnel vision cause of a head net and hoodie, thinking,"yup, its dinner time". I dont see him till he's right where he backed out on 57 two nights ago, just there. I love that, such amazing creature, so big but yet so quiet moving thru the woods. He's just there, Apex preditor in all his Glory. Just waltzing in like John Wayne into a saloon to belly up to the bar."Well i tell ya pilgrim" Maybe Clint Eastwood, " are ya gona pull them pistols, or whistle dixie" either way he owns these woods. John Clint PumkinHead Eastwood, circles the bait, gives me a broadside shot, BOOM!!! JCPHE HAS LEFT THE BUFFETE!! He made it 40 yards as I watch him drop over.and Im shakin, bad..... Feels like the first time!, now thats in your head boys. im trying to do this, text my wife, 57, icehole, anyone. just gota let it out crazy like! I finally settle down enoguht ot get a text out to 57, My freind got a nice one !!!! right at the same fipping time! Me and 57 double up! first thought was way to cool!!!! then "its gona be a long night" LOL but yeah! it will!! how cool is that. I get down, and this black form on the ground, gets bigger and bigger, and Im 25 yards away from it and this thing is keeps growing. I get up to it and Im astonished! hes huge! his head is massive! bigger than a lid on five gal bucket by far, ear are huge, paws are huge, toes, man his toes are as big as my big toe! well I start to make the calls for the calvery, this bad boy was shot at about 630 pm and it 10 before were home 20 min from home, thank God for a very cool night. I call my boss and he graciously lets me use the shop equipt with how many hoist I dont know. but the job just got easier. I put the scale on the hoist and pull him up and tips the scale at 340 dressed. Biggest to date! pushin 400 on the pad! so we get that job done and hide and meat are cooling dow, and on to bear number 2, again thank God for a very cool night, had no worries about 57's bear, down in the river bottom, actually hovering just abouve freezing way down in there, so after about another hour but with a 4 wheeler to help we haul out his prize, and what a prize! The dude shot a chocolate!, verified it at the shop in the light and yeah, xx1957xx takes a Chocolate that tips the scale at 205. Great job buddy!! normaly my river bottom is of limits but Im so happy that you had this opportunity, and You sealed the deal on a gorgeous bear! Im jealous dude, Im glad it was you! what a night. Whent to bed at 330 this morning and the adrenaine is still pumpin! Boars back on top!!
  34. 11 points


    I was wondering why I was posting this here since my dad didn't cook a ton, but was renowned for his breakfasts mainly because he was a bacon expert. My dad passed away yesterday at 86 years old (third from right in photo). If you could die perfectly he surely did that. He got to whisper "I love you's" to his kids and grandkids and a little while later peacefully moved on to be with my mom. Good timing since their Anniversary is tomorrow, Sept 20. He was awesome. He discovered Nueske's bacon before it's time and discovered Thielen's bacon 20 years before it was in the NY Times. He made thousands of pancakes (the thin Swedish kind) for his family and especially canoe shaped ones for his grandkids when they visited him at the cabin. Lowell Martinson was his name.
  35. 10 points

    What's on the grill

    Chicken thighs with wild rice last evening.
  36. 10 points

    Black Hills Adventure

    Friend Jeremy (Archery Sniper) and I spent a few days in the Black Hills near Sturgis this week and had a great time. He lucked into a big flock the first morning and ended up taking his first Merriam's. It took a couple days to learn some of their habits, along with a couple of "missed" opportunities before I was able able to put my tag on one. We even had time for a little sightseeing before we had to make the long drive home. All in all, it was a great adventure in some absolutely beautiful country.
  37. 10 points

    Team 3 "Strut Stoppers"

    After 3 dreary, windy, cold frustrating days trying to get my dad a bird, this big jake finally walked in front of his gun this morning. That's 3 in the last 4 years. Not bad for a 93 year old. Thanks to a landowner who put us in position this morning. He's called the last two days and said we need to get over there. Watching birds from his deck every morning. Now I can start trying again to fill my archery tag.
  38. 10 points

    2017 Fish House Build

    LRG goes out of his way to thoroughly detail yet another amazing ice house build. Goes above and beyond and included pics, links in his write up, and responds to many questions thrown at him to help out others several times. Probably had lots of PM's as well. Then you rip the guy for sharing a report. Cmon man......where is the dislike button good grief.
  39. 10 points

    Just Food and Drink

    We had T-bones tonight. I was really craving real meat today. Not lookin to gain weight but on weekends all bets are off. good luck.
  40. 10 points


    How about some pulled chicken. Here are some pics from my page on how I make pulled chicken. Good luck. I put my rub on the whole birds and cover them with bacon and tie the wings and legs. I put the rub under the skin, on top of the skin, and some on top of the bacon. Put them in the smoker at the top temp, 275 deg. Here are the birds when done. The bacon is nice and crisp. I let the birds rest under foil a bit to cool down for pulling. That bacon not only keeps the birds moist but I cut it up and put it right into the pulled pork mix. Here is the chicken pulled and mixed with my sauce and the bacon. You just want to put enough sauce in the mix to get the flavors to meld. I don't like pulled pork or chicken drowning in sauce. Then the sauce overpowers the taste of the smoke chicken. I serve the pulled chicken with extra sauce on the side for those who want it. And what would pulled chicken or pork be without some great slaw on top. I make my own Asian slaw for this. Close up shot. I like to brown the buns in a pan with butter.
  41. 10 points
    Well, I hit the big 3-8 today. B-days are no big deal to me . I'm not afraid of growing old (as I'm OBVIOUSLY getting better), so I'm not ignoring it - it's just another day. In fact you gotta set aside 30 minutes just to manage all the Facebook messages you get (If you do the Facebook thing). Anyway, one thing to look forward to is the good eats. My wife picked up fresh donuts from the bakery this morning as I'm not a straight-up cake fan. She's gonna bake some fresh carmel rolls this weekend when we have some more time. Then I had a great lunch with my awesome coworkers at Pepito's in South Minneapolis - all you can eat Taco bar - one of my favorite places to eat in the cities. Lunch was too big and the weather sucks! So we're going out to dinner to celebrate tomorrow at the Ranchero supper club in Webster, MN. Fantastic German and American Fare. Not sure what I'm getting but I bet it ends in "Schnitlzel," "Braten" or "Wurst."
  42. 10 points
    We got to the tracks and soon two other trucks showed up. Five serious and hard-core mountain lion hunters filled those other two trucks! We got out and met them and thanked them for their key help in trying to help me get a cat. From 5:00 – 7:30 AM we waited, told stories, and “hung out with the guys”. It was great listening to these guys! When it came to lion hunting, there was a nice mix of experience levels, but all of them clearly knew a lot (and importantly a lot more than me) and were fun to hang out with. Here are a couple pics of the dog boxes that the pooches rode around in. As legal light approached the houndsmen started to get their dogs ready. They kept them all on leashes, but got them situated and ready to “run the track”. Once we reached our legal starting time for the day they had the dogs “lined up” and they were off. After less than 100 yards the dogs seemed a bit confused and lost the track. One of the houndsmen kept saying “They’ll figure it out”, and he was right. Soon their barking and baying faded down the canyon. Ryan said “get in” and we headed down the road. After a few stops we heard the dogs again, about ½ mile downhill from our starting point and essentially straight up the steep mountainside from us. After a few minutes one of the houndsmen pulled up to us in his truck. He was looking at the gps unit that allowed him to see the location of his dogs (GPS collars on each of them). He looked at the GPS unit, then looked at me and said “Your cat is 260 yards up there”, pointing up the steep incline. He also said “My pup is 890 yards that way”, pointing almost the opposite direction. I wasn’t the only one in the mix who had a lot of learning to do about mountain lion hunting! Jake asked if the cat was treed and the houndsman simply replied “Yep”. We grabbed our packs, my hunters orange vest, and my bow and off we went. Even though it was only 260 yards to the dogs, it was just about as far uphill! That country was steep! It didn’t take too long though and I could soon see the dogs moving around at the base of a large ponderosa pine tree. Ryan asked if I could see the cat, and with a little help, I spotted it. As we got closer I started to take a few pictures. Within a minute I was above the base of the tree and nearly eye level with the cat. I ranged him and I was a mere 15 yards away. He was sprawled out in plain view. I took pictures and started to ready my bow a little bit. I took off my jacket since I had time and I was overheated from the hike up. As I was doing this the houndsmen were getting the dogs tied off so I could take a shot. Suddenly the cat went from comfortable and planning on going nowhere to up and moving. He walked down the branch he had laid on, turned around, then nearly fell when he got back near the base of the tree. He soon leapt out to a different branch and found a new perch. He looks very calm and still in this picture, however, his lack of movement was short-lived. He quickly relocated to a different spot. I nearly had a shot while he was getting resituated, but I didn’t think the dogs were all tied off and certainly didn’t want to do anything that resulted in a dog or a person getting hurt. Not shooting when I could have would be a far smaller mistake than shooting when everyone and everything wasn’t ready. One common theme that I hear talked about often in mountain lion stories is the chaos that inevitably accompanies a treed lion. I have to admit, I always wondered “Just how chaotic can this really be?” In my opinion if you’ve never done it before this question seems understandable. After being involved in one treed cat, however, I no longer wonder this. It was really unbelievable! Between the barking and baying and jumping and running around the dogs do, the tying up of the dogs, the houndsmen trying to be heard over all the racket the dogs are making, the cat doing everything it’s doing, and the adrenaline of the whole situation, it’s truly chaotic! It’s a really unique and incredible experience, but most notably loud and chaotic. Ryan called me over near him for a shot, but it was quartering to me much more than I liked. A houndsman at the base of the tree called me down to him. I had a nice clear shot at the cat from there, but it was almost completely straight up. I said “I don’t like this shot.” Ryan soon encouraged me to take the shot, since it was clear and the cat had already gotten antsy once. Another houndsman hollered at me to take the shot as soon as I was ready. It was clear they wanted me to shoot. I said “Are you sure you want me to take this shot? I’m not in love with this angle at all.” They both looked at me and said “Shoot!” I drew my bow and aimed up, up, up! It was instantly clear that my very vertical shooting at home wasn’t nearly vertical enough for a shot like this. The cat was about 45 or 50 feet up in the tree and I was well under ten feet from the base of the tree. Here’s a pic of the shot I had- the mountain lion was dang near straight up the pine tree and in one of the branches just a little to the right. The picture makes it seem like the shot was even less vertical than it actually was. If you’ve never tried a shot like this, which I hadn’t, give it a try sometime! To get my pin on the cat I had to drop my back leg down and bend my knee a long ways, then I had to arch my back and bend back at the waist as far as I could. As uncomfortable as I was, I checked all my shot checkpoints and everything felt good. I found my anchor point, I had clearance with my arm, my grip felt good, so I leveled my bubble, found my 20 yard pin and centered it on my aiming point. I was confident I could make the shot, in spite of the extreme angle. I let the arrow go and hit exactly where I aimed. The cat sprung straight up in the air from the branch and began to spin in my direction. I was fully aware of the fact that I was standing on the only flat spot anywhere near the tree and I had wondered if this might be an inviting location for the cat to land. As the cat rocketed up and spun it looked down directly at me and made eye contact with me for a split second. I immediately thought the cat was going to land right on top of me. I, of course, did what any real man would do- I ran like a little school girl behind a tree I had previously identified just behind me. The cat kept spinning, however, and went another 180 degrees before he passed below the branch he had been sitting on. He hit the ground and the houndsmen were immediately after him. I followed right away, going down the steep hill as fast as I could. Even I could follow the blood trail, in spite of being color blind- it was impressive! Due to a miscommunication a couple of the guys let some of the dogs go from up by the tree. Ryan and I managed to intercept two of them and Ryan grabbed their collars. A third dog ran around us and headed downhill. I followed and 20 yards later I saw one of the more experienced houndsmen standing his ground, pointing a 44 Mag pistol into the brush right in front of him. He yelled at me to get over there and get another arrow in the cat. I ran over and to my amazement, I saw that the mountain loin was bedded and staring right at us, not more than 10 feet away from him. I had to move past the houndsman to have a clear shot, so he lowered his pistol for a brief second to let me slide by him. As I passed by the cat let out a hiss, clearly indicating he didn’t like me or the current situation. I wanted to put more space between the cat and me, but from the cat’s bed the hillside dropped sharply for about eight feet, but then plummeted almost straight down after that. I walked into the opening about eight feet from the cat. While I stood in the last available inches, before the mountainside dropped almost straight down, I tried to knock an arrow quickly. The small ridge suddenly gave way and I fell backwards down the steep drop-off. I somehow managed to catch myself after one terribly ungraceful “flop” and without looking up, knocked an arrow. I had only fallen about six or eight feet, but I could no longer see the cat. I scurried up the hillside and found a solid foothold so I could take a final shot. Just as I was about to draw my bow the cougar let out a low, throaty growl that made the moment seem even more like a scene from a movie. It was absolutely surreal. I came to full draw, centered my pin, and let it go. The arrow blew through the cats vitals from the mere eight feet I was away from it. After exiting the cat it hit a rock and sent sparks flying up several feet high! However, I didn’t have a chance to admire these sparks because upon impact the cat pounced out of its bed straight at me. His front paws hit the ground and his back legs loaded under his hind quarters- he was like a loaded spring about to unload on me. He was about to make a final surge that I could have done nothing to prevent or even defend myself against. The houndsman stepped in and leaned forward as the cat shot out at me. However, he didn’t need to fire a shot- the cat didn’t have the strength to finish his attack and tipped over dead. He was less then five feet from me when he died.
  43. 10 points

    Daughters First Deer

    Macy passed her Firearms Safety training and was excited to hit the stand this year for the second weekend of the slug season. We allow kids to slug hunt our bowhunting spot and had a lot of deer on camera including some nice bucks. One of the pictures was of a buck we nicknamed Wide Boy - He was about a 250# 10 pointer with an inside spread of 20". Leading up to the hunt, she had her mind set on shooting Wide Boy. This was the first time Macy was going to hunt in a stand (double with Dad) and she was a little nervous. We got into the stand and I wrapped a camo net around it to allow for a little more movement. The double stands are really not big enough, so I stood on the top rung of the ladder to get her more room and a little sense of security that she wouldn't fall out. We had been in the stand for approximately 45 minutes when I looked down the food plot and spotted twin button bucks coming right at us. I asked her if she wanted to shoot one and her eyes got huge. She got into position and had the gun trained on an opening that they were going to pass through at 30 yards. She had shot her 20 gauge quite a few times and knew where she had to shoot for a quick-clean kill, but I was a little concerned about how her nerves would effect the shot. She did tell me that she was concerned that she would have to shoot a deer again if her first shot wasn't a good one, so she practiced ejecting shells so she would be ready. The deer passed right through the opening and I asked if she was ready and she said she was. I stopped the deer and she pulled the shotgun to her shoulder and settled for the shot. I watched the deer, but kept my eye on her too as she squeezed the trigger. Her shot hit just perfect and the deer did the "Donkey Kick" and took off running. Macy ejected the shell and swung around the tree and said she needed to take another shot. I grabbed her gun and said "wait and watch". The deer ran 25 yards and started to stumble and soon fell. We waited in the stand and celebrated for a few minutes and climbed down. She wanted to head right for the deer and I told her to wait. I asked her where the deer was standing when she shot. She walked to the spot and I asked her how she knows. She says, because that is where it was standing. I was trying to get her to pay attention to sign. She said he was right here because there is hair and blood. Then we started tracking the deer. "Dad, this is dumb, its laying right over there" I explained that this is the best case scenario, but she needs to learn about what happens after the shot and tracking. She tracked the deer and followed blood right up to where it fell. I pointed out the color of the blood, the bubbles in the blood the void where the deer was to show the shot went through. I think she learned quite a bit. Now when it came to field-dressing the deer, she said she will watch me do the first few of her deer and then start doing it herself. Another great day in the deer stand. Get your kids out hunting....they are the future of the outdoors!!! DL
  44. 10 points
    I've kept it under wraps over the last few months; because, frankly, I was pretty sure I'd fail . Not because I doubted my abilities (well, not just that) but the old fridge that I chose for my vessel was in really rough shape. However, it was FREE! So I kept tinkering here and there and ended up persevering! I had wanted to do a project like this for a LONG time. Store bought smokers are nice, but I ultimately want to do my own venison processing so I wanted a larger capacity and I also wanted something I wouldn't feel bad modifying as I get more versed in cold-smoking and curing. This route gives me capacity and flexibility - plus, it's just plain fun. Here's the whole story: My wife, kids and I were taking fall pictures last year at her Grandma's old farm property. In one of the outbuildings sat this old Kelvinator, rotting way on its side. After some inspection, it looked rough but had the metal interior that I was looking for and it seemed to be just the right size--so I got permission from Grandma-in-law. She was happy to get rid of it, so buddy of mine and I hauled it out of there. Pic above is the starting point. Removed the coils, compressor/tank and freezer box as well as the only plastic, which was the inner door panel and the rack pegs. Still a mess, almost wrote it off at this point. Couldn't believe I was actually thinking of cooking food in this thing. but kept going. Using a piece of scrap wood, I poked, prodded and pried all the old, stale insulation out from between the inner and outer box. Time consuming but worth it! Happy to say I found no evidence of mice. That might have been a game-stopper. Shop vac'd out ALL of the remains and let it sit open for a few days to air out and ensure any dampness would dissipate. Stuffed in fresh insulation tight all around the inner box and finally washed it out. I was surprised how well it cleaned-up inside. Any old musty smells were now gone. I cut some Aluminum angle stock to make rack mounts and salvaged some old oven racks that I cut down to fit. Ended up with a 5-rack capacity. The element is just an aftermarket replacement burner for store-bought smokers that I picked up online for $40. in the pic above, you can also see the two vents I cut in below the element on each side which I put standard household louvered vent covers on to control air flow. I put the dampered stack on for a classic look and it was time to fire it up. I hooked the element to the control unit that I also bought online which is REALLY slick. I wanted to heat it up good to burn out any bad smells and season the unit. So I cranked it to 300 and continued to feed it Apple chips for a few hours. It maintained temp to within a degree and generated smoke awesomely! For the second test I decided to see how low I could go and still get smoke. 180 deg with vents wide open seemed to be the temp where I could get good smoke could get it below that, but it was pretty weak. Going to by a smoldering tube for anything that requires sustained temps below 180. The best news is that there was absolutely no foul odors, the time I spent cleaning it out really paid off. And finally, What's a home-built smoker without a cool name! I gave it a good, fresh coat of BBQ black Hi-temp spray paint and made a stencil - goofy, I know, but it adds to the fun and that's what smoking is all about. That drippy paint was an accident, but ended up making it look even cooler! All-in-all, I'm really happy with the outcome - but I can't claim total success because I haven't actually cooked anything yet! Going to fire-up some ribs this weekend and that will be the true test. But there's no reason to think that it won't work after testing. I'm sure there's a LOT of trial and error along with a many modifications to come. I would urge anyone else out there that's thought of doing this to not hesitate. It's a blast and you learn a lot - and the learning will only continue I'll keep everyone posted if I discover flaws.
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