Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Had my nice time of reflection over coffee this morning, thanking the Lord for His goodness this past year. Then the toddler tornado woke up. Now I've got the antelope ham in the oven and pralines on the stove.
Definitely situational for me. For deer hunting here at home, evenings all the way. I've killed almost every deer in the evening because of the way I hunt. I can slip in in the afternoon and find fresh sign to set up over without blowing deer out. In the mornings, without an established place to...
My boy will be out there hunting as early as his desire to be out there and his ability to handle a rifle both coincide. Maybe that's when he's 7, maybe it's when he's 12. Time will tell. I'd say that for here in the Southeast, 12 would mean he's got a pretty thick skull disregarding safety or...
I think he's smart and setting me up for another one. Because now I'll say "alright, little bonk" and he will go "not big bonk, little bonk" and give me the noggin tap. I'm not falling for it, I'm keeping my reflexes sharp to dodge one when he thinks I'm being complacent.
I heard about a guy that took a 700 yard shot on a big mule deer without ranging and blew its leg off. Slowed the deer down enough for him to catch up and finish it off. Some other stuff may have happened in-between but who cares. What a shot.
Alright, this kid is getting too big for his britches, we may have to throw down. Since he was an infant, he's liked to do a little head bonk instead of a kiss. So he was telling me goodnight as I was laying on the couch so I picked him up to do our nightly bonk. I go "alright, little bonk" and...
Nothing crazy interesting going on at work recently. Well, there were a few welds up against the ceiling but there might have been some not postable climbing methods involved.
Made some stainless pans to collect hydraulic oil under molding machines. No idea why they didn't let us make them...
I just couldn't get worked up about the situation. I mean, obviously the guys a jerk and pretty low down. But goodness gracious, how are you lobbing that many bullets past 600 yards when you're obviously not capable? I just have a hard time feeling sorry for someone in that situation. 100 yards...
Yeah the landowner that cussed us for camping on blm said he was suing the game and fish commission for not letting him kill all the elk he wanted. Said it was costing him half a million in crop loss.
Then he turned around and had his family herding elk away from public back to his private.
Points are the test of whether someone is going to join me or not. Whenever I get back from out West, someone inevitably starts asking about going. I tell them how the draw process works and tell them if they want to go in the future they need to put in for points.
Guess how many ever do?