Another blast from the past

This guy was rutting hard...dig the neck

Should have had this one mounted...

And a blast from the past

Keep in mind that this was from my "Rebel Hippy Hunter" days

Me Rockin' the Suburb(an)

Whazzat?

Keep in mind, these are the same animals that outsmart us on a regular basis...

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......

Well Steve and I went out to Nebraska to spend some time freezing our 'winners' off. I was going to write this big long story about how we saw all these deer and passed up a bunch of big tirty pointers but I just cannot tell a lie. I can say this though, it was tons of fun, and I really enjoy going back, spending time with the Shaffers and stealing stuff from their mini mart.... I was told to, I swear.

The weather was cold and the mornings early, but everytime I have a chance to spend time in the woods regardless of how early or cold, that is where you will find me.... until next time......

Roy says:

Well I will be going out to Nebraska on Thursday to deer hunt with ShitHead. Last year was fairly warm and dry, this year it looks like it will be a different story with some snow on the ground and it will be somewhere in the mid 20's most of the weekend. Last year I was skunked in Nebraska, but ShitHead killed a nice little doe, so I was able to live once again vicariously thru him. I am looking forward to getting out deer hunting as this will be my first time out this year after receiving many pics from friends of deer they have already harvested. Anyway, thought I'd post something for once... back with more after the hunt....

Rifle Season

So, thought this year I would be more choosey and wait for a bigger deer rather than take one early. Didn’t work out so well the first weekend. I had some good shots at some smaller bucks, but held fast to my plan. Second weekend I was ready to shoot the first decent buck. This one showed a lo9t of ground shrinkage, but the meat is about as good as it gets. So I got that going for me. Still have the muzzie season to look for a bruiser.

Shot was around 100-125 yards, walking (both the deer and I). Shot placement was about 6 inches back of where I would prefer, but lots of vital damage and a quick end.

Deer season is beginning to affect me differently than it has in the past. Someday I’ll discuss, but not right now.

Meat = Good

Okay, so I lied.

Remember last year's sob-story about the "Last bird in Kansas", yada yada yada? Well, turns out that the house did sell, but the closing date was the Monday after opening day in Kans-ass. So, I thought i would get Sammo out for another hunt. Turned out to be a good decision bird-wise, but was not the same. Sacked out on the front-room carpet, house was pretty empty, etc. Still, we managed to knock down 7 birds in a day and 2 hours of hunting. Roy got two, I shot four, and Les got one on Sun. morning. Yeah, I look fat in the pictures. I cry myself to sleep every night. Get over it.

Ready to go the night before

Sam is a hunting fool. Likewise with Roy and Shithead

The Crew. Les was tipsy all weekend long. Rock on!

Yeah, we got birds

Sam eats feathers, and it tickles when she poops

Pheasants in Nebraska

Went out on opening day, really only had one spot to go. Saw lots of birds, Sam did a good job on finding the downed birds in the tall weeds. First time I have ever shot a limit in Nebraska within recent memory. Sam was stoked to be out again. Three birds, never made it to the freezer.

I felt like Pheasant nuggets tonight. That, and Negro Modelo.

What goes "oink, oink, bang?"

So me and a couple three yahoos loaded up the Dodge and kept on truckin' down Texas way. Centerville, to be exact. Met a gent by the name of Joe Langley, and shot some of his wild boar. Dad shot his WW II era 30-06 Springfield, Ryan shot my Bush Sr. era 30-06, Roy his smokepole, and I my 30-30. They all worked. Cool place, and we'll probably go back sometime.

That part of Texas is more south than others. Dry county, and there was a revival happening when we went throught the ville proper. Both people there looked to be well on their way to salvation.

Joe turned on the "country gentleman/backwoods guru" and everyone seemed to eat it up. His ranch was less than 20 miles from town, out in the sticks, and we passed two small country stores along the way. Cool.

We stayed in an old ranchhouse, which luckily had AC. It was hotter than the hubs of hell, and just about as humid as it can be. Bugs weren't too bad though.

Mr. Langley

Shit-head

Gene-O, Shithead, Ryan.

Mr. Roy Cavender

Herro again

The resurrection of the blog. “It lives”. “It’s alive”. There are so many good quotes. Forgot “I’ll be back”. Just like a cold sore, as in “they never go completely away.”

“Shot Across the Bow” ceased to be, I suspect, because hunting season was over. How much can you write about a grown mannish boy that sets his ass on a bike for hours or more? Pretty much heard it all if you’ve heard it once. So, I shitcanned it. Now, hunting season is back. I have new pictures, stories.

So, read’em and weep. Or something like that.