billc
Eight Pointer
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Post by billc on Jan 16, 2006 20:41:27 GMT -5
What ever is in season.
Squirrel, rabbit, grouse (ruff, blue, spruce), chuckar, Hungarian partridge, guail, ringneck, Redleg partridge, dove, band-tailed pigeon. Well that's the short list, about anything legal. However, I quit waterfowling when steel shot became the law -- I hated all the lost cripples.
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wasp
Spike
if the courts have no conscience,then only the people en masse can do justice
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Post by wasp on Jan 20, 2006 14:43:20 GMT -5
number one for me is the partridge (ruffed grouse) with a single shot 20 ga.
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Post by jnrbronc on Feb 28, 2006 10:32:23 GMT -5
I started hunting pheasants. Messed around with squirrels and rabbits, with many fine memories of both, but I tended to really focus on pheasants. I've shot a few quail and a couple hungarian partridge, but they were just opportunistic while pheasant hunting. The last couple of years, I've really shifted to whitetail deer hunting. I've maybe been out pheasant hunting 2 or 3 times a year now. About four years ago, I didn't shoot a rooster pheasant all season for the first time in 25 years. If you would have told me there would be such a year when I was in high school, I would have asked how my funeral went. ;D
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Post by wilmsmeyer on Feb 28, 2006 14:25:55 GMT -5
Woodchucks with rifles, pistols, Knight Disc and bow & arrow and this year....the Savage 10ML-II!
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Post by RAF on Feb 28, 2006 23:03:31 GMT -5
I used to shoot a lot of gophers with the 22-250 but lately I've had my eye on mice  . |
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Post by ozark on Apr 6, 2006 20:24:15 GMT -5
Squirrel hunting with a good dog and a good friend is hard to beat but I have to say that my lifetime favorite has to be coonhunting with a couple of good hounds. I used to do this with friends and many times alone. I am 77 now and can't follow the hounds or hear them well either. Only other coonhunters would agree or understand my choice. But for me the night was alluring and although I felt a little lonely when I left my vehicle and entered the woods alone the feeling soon faded and I felt a peace that otherwise couldn't be experienced. The stars, the drifting clouds the breeze and the sounds. Yep, for those who have ventured into this wonderful world will understand. After all, we do odd things. We boil tea to make it hot, put ice in it to make it cold, lemon to make it sour and sugar in it to make it sweet. We burp and say excuse me and pass gas and laugh about it. Most of us have some weird ways.
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Post by wilmsmeyer on Apr 6, 2006 20:45:55 GMT -5
I went coon hunting only once. I was 15 or 16 and my friend had a Saint Bernard and 2 "coon hounds" that hunted in a trio. We got off to a late start because one of his dad's cows had a calf that needed to be fetched. After that we went out (on a school night) I shot at the first coon treed with an open sighted .22 while my friend held the light. Down came the coon, deader then dead. I thought "this is easy". The next 2 coons were not as willing to give up the ghost and required a handful of shells and dog fangs to put them at rest! The 2 of us trying to get the dogs off of a thrashing wounded coon was useless and would have been made for some stunning video! Yelling, falling, tripping, growling, ripping and screeching. Whew!
It was fun, and in the dark was a bit wild and strange to say the least. That old Saint Bernard loved it! The barking and chasing under the moonlit fall crisp evening will remain with me. It was so very different.
Back then, a few coons would fetch $25-30 each and each shaking rip of a dogs teeth could reduce that number a bit!
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Post by E.T. on Apr 6, 2006 21:36:43 GMT -5
Have never experienced night hunting other than tracking a shot deer and hearing the haunting sound of drumming grouse nearby in the bush as darkness had just settled in.
But have many a morning well before sunrise hiked across a field and through bush to get to a favorite hidden duck pond. On one such adventure with a full moon giving the surroundings an eerie glow had coyotes howling less than 100 yards away that announced a kill and had to keep close watch on my dog so that his curiosity didn’t get the better of him as we made our way to the pond. For some reason that morning always remains etched in my mind as an ominous feeling stayed with me all morning. It was a good morning for wood ducks and mallards but always kept alert for coyotes that had a kill about 200 yards from my location. Nothing transpired that morning that could justify the ominous feeling but has left an enhanced memory of one outdoor adventure.
Ed
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