A Particular Bear-Hunting Adventure

Some hunts just go down in my memory bank as super special. Oftentimes it is just a little factor that elevates a hunt’s status to super unique. More usually than not, that “super” addition has absolutely nothing to do with the harvesting of an animal.

It may be a random occurrence, like a hummingbird trying to feed off my pink fletchings since it was convinced it was a flower. It could be something like the amazingly vibrant falling star I saw even though hunting at the sky one particular morning.


Being there with my son Jeb when he killed his very first large game animal with a conventional bow is what made this hunt super specific for each of us.

I saw it whilst anxiously waiting for the sky to lighten up so I could truly see the bull in the meadow that was bugling every handful of minutes. I know that long, vibrant flash could have been a meteor, or it could have been space junk hitting our atmosphere.

But since I am an optimist, I am going to call it an remarkable falling star. I never got that bull, but that hunt will often stick out in my mind simply because of the screaming bull — and that star.

The hunt I am going to share with you here started out typical, but it ended up being elevated to super-special status. I hope some of you relate to why it was so specific to me that I had to place “super” in front of it.

While hunting at our spot in Colorado, my friend Tom Phillips invited our oldest son Jeb and I to go on a hunt with a group of guys from Trad Gang. Jeb has a busy schedule, as he helps about our ranch and farm, and he also aids guide our hunting clientele when he can.

He is going to college for an AG enterprise degree. Luckily, this hunt fell more than his summer season getaway from college, and he was more than happy to trade out some perform time on a John Deere for a black bear hunt.


Jeb was far more than happy to trade time off from running a John Deere for a spring black bear hunt.

We introduced our boys to hunting, and they naturally took to it like ducks to water. We also never pushed them to shoot any sort of gear, and rather opted to let them attempt each and every weapon out there. Then they could make a decision for themselves if they wanted to be hunters, and if so, what gear they wanted to hunt with.

Jeb tried it all increasing up, and leaned toward a compound. He has taken frogs and rabbits with his recurve, but his preferred weapon for large game always been the compound. He has harvested very a few critters now, and we teasingly contact him “Lucky Jeb” since he just appears to get the biggest animals out of anyone else in the loved ones.

Two of our close close friends are Mike and Nancy Palmer, and they have known our boys since they were pups. Mike and his father have been constantly avid classic bowhunters, and they produced Palmer recurves. Mike’s father passed on to the Satisfied Hunting Grounds, and for Jeb’s birthday a couple of years ago Mike gave Jeb a specific gift — his father’s recurve.

Even though Tom made it clear that Jeb could take a compound on the hunt, Jeb wanted to take Mike’s father’s bow. I was a tad nervous, due to the fact I knew Jeb had by no means harvested a big animal with a classic bow.

On top of that, with his work and college schedule, he would be hard-pressed to practice significantly. My worries had been partially put in check when I saw how properly Jeb was shooting. He place in the time, and he was shooting quite properly out to 25 yards.

When we arrived at camp in Quebec, Canada, we realized right away it was going to be a fantastic hunt. The guys that had been on the Trad Gang hunt with us have been awesome. I elected to sit with Jeb to film his very first big game classic bowhunt, and to assist him out. He had killed bears with a rifle on our ranch, but he had never taken a bear with his bow.

Everyone drew for stands, and Jeb drew one particular known as “Moose Tower.” We waited quietly for close to eight hours our initial evening in the stand, but nothing at all showed up except for a few fat squirrels that worked on the bait.

The subsequent night close to dusk, a bear appeared on the far side of a small clearing, and then disappeared just as fast. At camp that evening, far more bears were hanging from the pole. Other folks were harvesting bears, and the stories had been flying. Some have been almost certainly even accurate.

We went to the exact same stand the following day. As silently as fog forming above the water, a bear gradually and quietly produced its way to the bait. That’s when it started. Gradually at initial, but gradually rising in its erratic nature. Jeb’s Muzzy broadhead — the head his grandfather had invented and named — started shaking and bouncing all over the spot.

I looked down at Jeb from my treestand above his, and realized his legs had been shaking as well. We have all been there. Here was a 20-year-old man, with a bear only eight to 10 yards away, and he looked like he was getting a seizure — I loved it! I wish I could say I was as calm and cool as an ice cube, but let’s just say I am glad a person wasn’t filming me.

The bear slowly left, and I guess I will in no way know if it was due to the fact it heard Jeb’s Easton shaft emulating a woodpecker on his bow’s wooden riser, or if it just decided to leave. Either way the bear was gone, and it left behind two men trembling from the excitement of getting a bear in that close. As we snuck out right after dark, Jeb smiled, his teeth glowing white in the darkness.

“I got fairly excited, and I don’t feel I could have shot even if I had wanted to,” Jeb mentioned. I told him to remain calm and just focus on generating a great shot if we got an additional opportunity.

Back at camp, almost every person had filled their tags. The stories have been as fun as the hunting, and I am glad there wasn’t a polygraph about. I might have even told a tall tale or two.

The next evening, we were back in our very same stand. Just like the evening prior to, a bear silently appeared before us, and with it so did the shaking. It wasn’t as pronounced as the evening ahead of, but it was there. I was performing my ideal to control it, but I was pretty excited. Jeb’s convulsions seemed to come in small waves. I was watching his broadhead and using it as a kind of Geiger counter.

The bear was in and out, and I was biting my lip. There had been several times I would have taken the shot, but I knew Jeb was the only 1 who could make that choice. At one particular point the bear was broadside and Jeb started to gradually draw, and then he gradually let down. I was going nuts. A brain aneurysm was a critical concern.

I was getting a hard time keeping it together, and I was restraining myself from yelling SHOOT! I could have temporarily blacked out from the stress, but as my eyes focused I saw Jeb drawing back again. This was it — the moment of truth. The arrow left the bow and my heart was singing.

It was a fantastic shot — as good as it gets. It is difficult to say which 1 of us was a lot more excited. It would have to be a close get in touch with amongst Jeb, me, Mike’s father, who I believe was with us, or Mike. That is how a conventional bowhunter is made. That is why to me, this hunt has a “super” in front of “special.”


Do not Sleep on Canadian Whitetails

The far more I believed about it, the weirder it seemed. In my 15 years as assistant editor of this magazine, I’d in no way hunted whitetails in Canada. I’d bowhunted north of the border for black bears, caribou and moose, but never for whitetails.


So, when I got an invite from Mossy Oak Director of Marketing and advertising Dustin “Shed” Whitacre to hunt deer in Saskatchewan with him in October 2015, how could I possibly say no? We would be hunting with Brandon Schreiber’s Buck Country Outfitters, one particular of Saskatchewan’s premier operations located in the tiny town of Goodsoil. This hunt would be filmed for Bowhunter Tv, so joining me was my good buddy and cameraman Bob Theim.

To get to Brandon’s location, you can fly into either Edmonton and then drive 4½ hours northeast to Goodsoil, or into Saskatoon and then drive 4½ hours northwest to camp. We ended up going the Edmonton route.

Shed and I had hunted with each other in the past, so I was not only seeking forward to my initial Canadian deer hunt but also obtaining the opportunity to share camp with a guy who is a real hoot to be around. The hunt was scheduled for October 18–25 — a time of year when the weather can be fickle.

Seasonal temps usually variety from lows in the 30s to highs in the 50s, but it is not uncommon for a sudden cold snap to plummet temperatures to close to zero. So I was advised to bring adequate clothes to cover the gamut, specifically because I would be sitting in a ground blind from dark to dark each and every day.

At initial I wasn’t really certain why I’d be sitting all day, every day, given the time of year. Then it occurred to me that baiting deer is legal in Saskatchewan, and it is the preferred strategy of hunting for most if not all of the province’s outfitters, such as Brandon’s operation. And, while deer could show up at the bait at any time of the day, peak activity at the bait web sites was generally amongst ten a.m. and 2 p.m., which is why all-day sits have been required.

This would be my 1st expertise with hunting deer over bait — alfalfa to be exact. I know a lot of hunters don’t agree with the practice, and I myself have always sort of been on the fence about it. But I’m also not 1 to argue with any approach of hunting, so lengthy as it is legal.

The number-one particular reason for Brandon’s use of bait is the vast Canadian bush his customers are hunting. How vast? Effectively, according to Brandon, he has access to around a half-million acres of Crown Land. By employing bait, Brandon and his guides are capable to draw deer in to specific areas and preserve them coming back, thus increasing his clients’ probabilities for a close, ethical shot chance at a mature buck.


Buck Country’s lodge alone is worth the trip.

Arriving in camp on October 18, I was right away blown away by the accommodations. The lodge is absolutely nothing quick of spectacular, and it speedily became apparent that Brandon and his great crew of guides and cooks (do not get me began on the culinary abilities displayed by Brandon’s new bride, Amanda, and his partner Dean Kuypers’ wife, Janda, during my stay there) operate collectively like a effectively-oiled machine to make confident everybody in camp has a excellent hunt, and a memorable encounter all the way about.

Following a great night’s sleep, we awoke Monday morning and had been treated to a amazing breakfast and a packed lunch that integrated a Thermos of homemade soup. My guide the 1st day was a young man by the name of Dub. He was a great-natured, huge-time hockey fan, and we hit it off appropriate away.

Access to bait internet sites was by means of ATV, every of which pulled a small cart. I have to say, the way Dub handled the cart-towing quad on the narrow and winding trail in the dark was quite darn impressive. On the ride in, I asked him what he knew about the bucks going to this particular bait. He told me there have been numerous very good bucks there that would meet Buck Country’s 140-inch minimum.

Then he stated, “Oh, yeah, a single more issue. There’s a 5×5 in here that, whilst he exceeds our minimum, we ask that you do not shoot him because he’s only 3½, and he’s got the possible to be one thing truly spectacular in another year or two.”

“Fair enough,” I mentioned. “Does he have any recognizable characteristics that will assist me identify him?”

“Yep…one of his brow tines is extremely brief,” Dub stated. “So if a massive 5×5 comes in, please make certain you get a appear at him from the front or rear just before you determine to let the air out of him.”

As soon as settled into the blind, we sat there in the dark for a good hour, eagerly waiting for it to get light. It had been a whilst given that I’d hunted in Northern Saskatchewan, and it is a diverse kind of quiet there — downright eerie to be completely truthful with you.

Shortly soon after sunrise, numerous does and young bucks came in to munch on the alfalfa. As this was my initial expertise with Canadian deer, I couldn’t believe just how huge-bodied they have been, and I’ve hunted deer several times in the Midwest! In reality, several of the does I saw each day produced the bucks back in my house state of Pennsylvania look modest!


Bruce Levy’s buck is one particular of the most significant-bodied whitetails I’ve ever seen in particular person.

Modest bucks and does came in and out of the bait all through the morning and into the early afternoon, maintaining Bob and I entertained and alert. Then, for what ever purpose, the action came to a comprehensive stop for about two hours. Just as I was beginning to doze off, Bob whispered that he saw movement off to our left. There had been two bucks, and a single of them had me immediately reaching for my bow.

As both bucks slowly made their way to the alfalfa, I could see great mass and four extended tines on every single side of the bigger 1. Now I just necessary to make certain it wasn’t the mid-140s 5×5 Dub had asked me not to shoot. Just before getting into the clearing where the alfalfa had been placed, the massive buck turned his head and looked right at our blind. Drat! It was the “off-limits” buck!

Each bucks fed for far more than 20 minutes, during which time the big buck gave me lots of wonderful shot opportunities. But I’d provided my word not to shoot him, so all I could do was sit and watch him. He really came back twice a lot more that evening, as daring me to break my word.

Bob and I returned to the identical blind the subsequent day, and just like the very first day we had action all day long. And, the massive 5×5 with the quick brow tine came to the bait 4 times over the course of the day, also. But, we had yet to see any of the other mature bucks Dub had photos of on his trail camera.

To give us a change of scenery, Dub took us to a various bait website on the third day. Just before we hopped on the ATV for the extended ride by means of the bush to the bait, Dub gave us the skinny on the region.

“For starters, you are in tight to the bait — like 17 yards tight — and you will not get considerably footage of deer prior to them becoming at the bait simply because it is truly thick in there, so you actually want to be stealthy with your movements,” he said. “There are a couple of great bucks in right here, and there’s also a buck in right here that, like the other bait, we ask you not to shoot because he is only 3½. You are truly going to want to shoot him also, since he has a four to 5-inch droptine off his appropriate beam…”

Shortly right after daybreak, a couple of does and fawns showed up to feed. All of a sudden the does picked their heads up, looked to my appropriate, and then bolted out of there. My initial believed was coyotes, but then Bob whispered that he could see a buck approaching via the thick brush to our proper, and it appeared to be a good buck.

Gradually, I picked up my bow and clipped onto my D-loop. When the dark-horned buck reached the bait, he turned and looked at us and, you guessed it, it was the droptine buck. This was only the third droptine buck I’d noticed in particular person in virtually 30 years of bowhunting, and it took all I had to restrain myself from shooting him as a outcome. At some point he left, and the rest of the day turned out to be slow, with only a few does and fawns observed.

Day 4 identified us at a new bait, and with a new guide — Josh Belyea — who took more than for Dub because he had to attend his grandmother’s funeral in Calgary. The bait was located in an location that Brandon said had not been hunted in a couple of years. It was a stunning spot, with excellent visibility in every direction. My only concern was that when I ranged the bait, I got a reading of 35 yards. Although that’s a shot I can make, I would have a lot preferred something in the 20 to 30-yard variety.

The only guests that day had been a handful of does and fawns, and one particular spike buck, which produced for a rather long, and at instances boring sit. Still, the area looked promising, so I asked Josh if we could go back there the subsequent day. He believed that was a very good idea, and the wind would be right for it, too. He also said he would move component of the alfalfa pile closer to the blind.

The next morning began out precisely like the earlier day, with does and fawns and the very same spike buck on the bait shortly following sunrise. As the morning progressed, a lot more does and little bucks arrived. Bob and I hoped this was a sign of very good things to come — and it was.

About 9 a.m., the deer that were feeding on the alfalfa kept searching down more than the hill behind the bait. “There’s got to be much more deer coming,” I whispered to Bob. “And judging by the way the tiny bucks are acting, I bet it’s a larger buck.”

My intuition was correct, as all of a sudden I spotted a very good set of dark-chocolate antlers moving from left to proper on the edge of the hill behind the bait. When the buck crested the hill, the rest of the deer, save one modest buck, scattered.

Reaching for my bow, I had already created the decision that I was going to shoot this buck if offered the opportunity. Ahead of feeding, the heavy-horned buck started rubbing his forehead on an overhanging limb, and then he feverishly worked a scrape below the limb.

It speedily became apparent that the buck wasn’t going to come to the closer pile of alfalfa. I ranged him at 37 yards, and as he turned broadside, I came to full draw and bracketed his chest between my 30 and 40-yard pins.

Gradually exhaling and then holding my breath, I touched off the shot and watched my Lumenok-equipped arrow streak toward his vitals. My arrow struck the buck in the shoulder, but I knew I got adequate penetration to be fatal. His mule-kick reaction confirmed this, and as he disappeared over the hill, I knew he wouldn’t go far.

When my shaking subsided, I tried to get Josh on the handheld radio he’d provided me. No response. I kept trying over the subsequent several hours to reach Josh, but to no avail. With no deer at the bait, Bob and I took it upon ourselves to recover the buck and shoot some support footage for Tv. Apparently my radio wasn’t working appropriately, as it was almost eight hours before we got a response from Josh.

With my buck loaded in Josh’s truck, we went to choose up campmate Bruce Levy, who had also shot a buck late that afternoon. When we recovered Bruce’s buck, I couldn’t stop shaking my head over the sheer size of his buck’s physique, and it took 4 of us to load the deer into the bed of Josh’s truck.

However, Shed didn’t fill his tag that week, but he saw a number of very good bucks that I most likely would have killed. He was just a tiny pickier than me. I cannot thank him enough for providing me my initial taste of whitetail hunting in Canada, and for introducing to me to Brandon and his crew, all of whom I now think about good pals.

In May 2016, I returned to Goodsoil for a spring bear hunt. But you’ll have to wait for a future issue of Bowhunter to get the complete story. Till then…

Author’s Notes: My equipment on this hunt incorporated a Hoyt Carbon Spyder, Easton FMJ arrows with Bohning Blazer Vanes and Wraps, Rage Hypodermic broadheads, Lumenoks, Spot-Hogg sight, Scott Mongoose XT release, Dead Down Wind scent-elimination items and Tink’s scents, and an Ozonics HR200. My rangefinder and binoculars were from Nikon. I wore Kenetrek boots and Cabela’s clothing in Mossy Oak Break-Up Country. To book a excellent whitetail or bear hunt with Buck Nation Outfitters, contact Brandon Schreiber at (780) 870-6510 or Brandon_schreiber@hotmail.com


Hunting Accidents and Security

It was a not very good month for hunting accidents in Mississippi. Since the very first of final January there had been two fatal hunting accidents within the Delta National Forest north of Vicksburg. A single accident was during a deer hunt and the second was in the course of a waterfowl hunt, obviously not connected. Each accidents are nevertheless under investigation by the state wildlife officials.

The 1st tragic hunting accident occurred during a father-son deer hunt in the national forest. Each hunters have been out-of-state residents of Louisiana. The Delta National Forest is a popular hunting place for all kinds of hunting like deer hunting and exceptional duck hunting, so lots of hunters can be found within the area throughout open seasons.

Certain information have not been released on the deer hunting incident, but the father allegedly accidentally shot his son during the deer hunt. As taught for the duration of all hunter education classes, 1 of the major guidelines of gun hunting is to positively recognize the target ahead of releasing the safety to shoot. By no means shoot at movements, shadows or other targets that have not been identified.

Also when hunting with higher powered deer rifles, make certain of what lies beyond the target you are shooting at. In no way knowingly shoot if there could be a farmhouse, vehicles, or other hunters in an location downrange of your position. Do not climb into a tree stand with a loaded weapon and hold your finger off the trigger until you are definitely prepared to shoot.

Numerous deer hunting accidents occur when a hunter blunders a movement or bush shaking or a sound in the woods for a game animal when it could be an additional hunter. This is an additional explanation to usually put on necessary hunter orange hunting garments to alert other folks of your presence in the woods. In most states at least 500 square inches of uninterrupted orange is to be worn. This most frequently means an orange jacket or vest and an orange hunting hat or cap.

In another hunting accident duck hunters were overturned in their duck hunting boat when striking a stump in a flooded lake prior to daylight. Initial reports indicated that the hunters did not have any lights or PFD life jackets on at the time of the incident.

One particular of the young duck hunters falling out of the boat apparently had his wader boots fill with water causing him to sink in the deep lake water resulting in a drowning. Once more, duck hunters need to wear life vests and use other safety procedures to move safely in the dark in a duck boat.


Sea Foam Combats Ethanol Fuel Negatives

Say what you want about ethanol fuels, but they can ruin gasoline engines. This is specifically correct with little engines like outboard motors, lawn equipment, and ATVs. What occurs more than time is that the ethanol gums up the carburetors, fuel lines, filters, and other components. Time to fight back.

A couple of years ago my aging 2000 Honda 450ES ATV started to turn into challenging to commence and remain running. Even choking the engine did not begin it up quickly. Letting it run a handful of minutes to “warm up” was no assure either. Placing it in gear would usually merely kill the engine.

Somebody in camp asked if I was running ethanol. Properly, of course, non-ethanol fuel was nearly not possible to discover. They told me about a fuel additive called Sea Foam, so I attempted it out. They warned me it would take a couple of tanks of fuel to get things straightened out.

So, got a can of the Sea Foam at the nearby auto parts retailer and added the recommended amount to the ATV fuel tank numerous occasions over the hunting season. Gradually but surely, I could tell this additive was creating a difference. When the season ended, I added far more when I essentially place the ATV in garage storage. Even then, I would crank it up at least after a month.

The following season, the Honda roared right into full energy. Admittedly, by this time I discovered a gas station locally that provided non-ethanol fuel, so I got a five-gallon can and am using that now along with Sea Foam. In all respects the Honda is back. It begins with one pull of the choke, and stays running, smoothly.

Sea Foam is a petroleum item so it is safe for all two-four cycle engines, seals, O-rings, fuel lines, gas program sensors, and other fuel method components in gasoline and diesel engines. So, if you have a rough operating or beginning gas or diesel engine that has been making use of ethanol fuel, then attempt some Sea Foam.

And just to be politically incorrect, not only does ethanol fuel result in difficulties in gas engines, this corn origin additive also requires this crucial resource out of the meals cycle. Less corn for cattle feed, and other food sources, causes your beef and other food expenses to rise. It is a double whammy of negative impacts to our economy.


When Eggs Are Left In The Chicken Home

Oops, I forgot to collect the eggs.  It happens to everyone who has chickens.  We forget to make the rounds from time to time.  We take a weekend trip, go on getaway or go to Grandma’s residence for Christmas.

Based on the time of year and temperature, this could not be a huge deal, other instances it is.

A lot of the answer depends on place, size of the flock, size of the chicken yard, are the chickens confined, do they free of charge variety, are the chickens in a rural or urban region?

Rotten Eggs

In summer time, eggs can spoil rather speedily.  If an egg has been fertilized by a rooster, they will start to develop when temperatures attain around 99 – one hundred degrees Fahrenheit.  Or say, July and August daytime temps in some places.

Want to talk about gross?  Crack an egg for morning breakfast and a partially created embryo comes out, or it is complete of blood rather than a yoke.

When eggs begin to rot, gases build up inside.  Rather than cracking, they explode.  One that is quite rotten will have a foul order to it.  When it explodes, it will sound like a 22 caliber rifle.  The stench will linger for hours, regardless of how a lot of occasions you wash with soap and water.

Hiding The Nest

Some chickens will hide them.  Just because laying boxes are in the chicken house does not imply all the hens are going to use them. When it comes to laying, chickens are some strange creatures.  Even even though they have laying boxes available and a chicken property, they will sneak off and lay a bunch of eggs.

At times a hen will hide her eggs so she can hatch them out.

At times a hen will lay a bunch of eggs and leave them to rot.

One of my hens was walking around two hundred yards from the chicken property to lay a batch. She created this trip nearly day-to-day for around ten – 14 days. I saw her generating the trip and was wondering what she was carrying out. Right after seeking about, I located her eggs below a tarp. She seemed to have abandoned the nest and has not gone back.

Freezing Temperatures

This has not happened to me as it hardly ever gets under freezing for extremely extended here in Southeast Texas.

Exactly where the temperature stays below freezing for extended enough, the egg will freeze and the shell will crack. When it thaws, the yoke seeps by means of the cracks, which tends to make a mess.

Broody Hens

For some cause, leaving eggs in the chicken property will make some breeds go broody.

Broody is when a hen enters a mothering phase. She will sit on the eggs hoping to hatch them. The hen will cease laying and will focus all of her time and power to sitting. She will only get up extended adequate to relieve herself, eat, drink and then back on the nest she goes

Chicken farmers who want eggs do not like broody hens as they cease laying although sitting. If all someone wants is egg production, a broody hen is frowned upon.

One particular way to avoid a hen from going broody is to keep the eggs collected.


Leaving eggs in the chicken house has the possible to draw in predators such as raccoons and chicken snakes.

I have identified some of my eggs close to 150 yards away from the chicken home broken open and eaten.  This is typically accomplished by a raccoon.

Chicken snakes, often named a rat snake, will consume eggs and infant chicks. Complete grown chickens are not the menu. Snakes will slither into the chicken house around dusk, swallow whatever they can, then slither back outside to their hiding place.

Not A Straightforward Answer

When a person asks what occurs when the eggs are not collected for a few days, the answer is not as straightforward as it seems.

If you want to do your portion to maintain predators out of the chicken residence, keep the eggs collected.

If you want hens to go broody, leave some in a certain nest. I like my hens to go broody. That indicates less chicks I have to get next year.

Overall, collecting the eggs day-to-day improves the hygiene of the chicken home.


The “Light Side” Of Fishing Pliers

Here’s a new and novel way to make utilizing fishing pliers easier in poor light situations. MadBite’s new and unique MadBrite Lighted Fishing Pliers allow anglers to concentrate a bright beam of light directly on a fish for de-hooking or for other angling work.

MadBite’s MadBrite complete-sized 7.5 inch hardened aluminum alloy pliers function an ultra-bright 18000 millicandela LED bulb that focuses an incredibly vibrant beam of light directly on the job.

Produced of durable hardened aluminum alloy, the spring loaded six.five-ounce lighted fishing plier’s precision jaws feature a split ring tool, replaceable tungsten carbide braided fishing line cutters, crimpers, non-slip silicone grip handles, and stainless steel saltwater corrosion resistant components.

These pliers eliminate the need to have to hold a flashlight during nighttime fishing, which can quicken catch and release.  The LED light turns on and off with a twist.

Cost-effective MadBite MadBrite lighted pliers do away with bulky head lamps or obtaining to hold a flashlight in your teeth.  A bonus is that the light is focused directly on the job so there’s significantly less possibility of shining a light on the water and spooking fish.

MadBite MadBrite lighted fishing pliers use effortlessly replaceable and readily offered LR41 batteries and are incorporated with the tool.  MadBrite 7.5 inch lighted pliers have an In-Retailer Retail Price tag of $ 47.98 and an On-Line Direct Value of $ 32.98.

They are offered online in a variety of colors at www.amazon.com/MadBite, and other on-line retailers.


Searching Forward To 2017 Hunting Season

Deer hunting season is almost more than in various states across the nation.  Here in southeast Texas, the late 2016 youth and muzzle loader season begins January 2nd and runs by way of January 15th.

For a lot of sportsmen, there is a lull between the finish of hunting season and spring fishing season or beginning a spring garden.  The climate is cold, the hunting season is more than, so a lot of sportsmen opt to stay inside and watch television.

The period between the finish of hunting season and spring is probably the best time to start off organizing for next fall.

Beat The Heat

A lot of deer hunters wait until summer time to move their stands and feeders. July and August are the hottest months of the year, bugs are out, it is just hot and miserable.  With the heat comes dehydration, heat exhaustion and heat stroke.

Why would any individual want to function in 90 and one hundred degree heat, when they can operate on a cool winter or spring day?

If the area exactly where you usually hunt is snowed in, then get out there as quickly as the snow melts.  Across the southern part of the United States, snow is not normally a difficulty.

Fresh Memories

Rather than waiting months to move a stand or feeder, do it although memories are nonetheless fresh.  Did you see a buck and say to your self, “Next year I am going to move the stand down by that creek!”  Why wait till subsequent season?  Go ahead and move that stand as quickly as you can!

Foliage changes between fall and summer time.  Things may not appear the exact same when you come back in six or seven months.

Go ahead and put the trail cameras out, go scouting, take photos and make mental notes.  Maybe record some videos with the cell telephone talking about what you would like to do next season.

Put those memories to use while the are fresh.

Winter VS Summer

Items appear different in fall and winter than they do in summer season.  Leaves alter color and fall from the trees.  If you set your stand up in late fall and early spring, you have an idea of how issues will look in fall and winter of the following year.

In summer season, every little thing is in complete bloom.

On December 30, 2016 my oldest son and I walked about the property and talked about where to put a deer hunting stand for next year.  With significantly less vegetation than in summer time, it was less difficult to stroll by way of the dense underbrush.  We figured out a good location for the stand.  In the subsequent few weeks we are going to use the tractor to brush hog a shooting lane and where to place the deer stand and feeder.  During late winter, we will set everything up.

Hunting Is Year Round

Deer hunting is a year round obsession.  Just simply because the season is over does not mean you have to wait several months to head out to the woods.

Go back out to the woods as soon as achievable.  Instead of last minute plans, commence setting stuff up months ahead of time.  If nothing else, a lot of states have open season on wild hogs.  Maybe you will see some wild hogs and get lucky.


The Keys to Late-Season Hunting

I initial became acquainted with an Ohio buck I named Curfew following the 2014 season, when he showed up on one particular of my trail cameras in mid-January. I had no prior images or sightings of the buck, but he hung around all through the winter and I was capable to locate a single of his sheds in March. As a 3-year-old he was a good buck, but I didn’t truly consider about him significantly during the off-season and I assumed he would return to exactly where he came from by fall.


Soon after pursuing a buck he named Curfew for 4 months, Ohio bowhunter Nick Pinizzotto was lastly capable to tag the deer on Jan. 15, 2016. He credits his success to being physically ready for a grueling season and a thorough scouting plan that helped him pinpoint the buck’s winter range.

Curfew earned his name by showing up so late the prior season, and when I didn’t get my initial photo of him in the course of the 2015/2016 season until Oct. 30, his moniker seemed even more acceptable. This time, however, he was a head turner. Even though he still sported just an eight-point rack, he added a lot of mass and grew a set of impressive brow tines that I would obsess more than for the next couple of months as I began strategizing how I could get close to him.

Shifting Gears
Admittedly, Curfew wasn’t my original target buck. Heading into fall, I was focused on a deer I had been following for the last 3 seasons whose rack scored an estimated 170 inches. I had two sightings of the 5-year-old buck, which I thought was an accomplishment in itself, but after 1 close contact and possessing him just 25 yards away in early November, he disappeared. No more sightings. No much more trail-camera photographs. Just like that, he was gone, and I was forced to adjust my game program.


The author got his very first trail-camera image of Curfew in January 2015. The buck was a good eight-pointer as a 3-year-old, but added a lot of mass and became a true head turner as a 4-year-old.

Curfew seemed to run with a small various crowd than my original target buck, and because of that I genuinely didn’t have a stand set in an area that gave me self-assurance. Still, I managed a single daylight sighting of him on Nov. 11, but he saw me too, and the outcome of that encounter is effortless to predict. I left two days later for a mule deer hunt with my dad in South Dakota, and I knew my ideal possibility to shoot the buck before gun season opened was now behind me.

I was capable to hunt a couple far more occasions ahead of Thanksgiving, but other than receiving a couple nighttime pictures of Curfew and seeing a couple of decent bucks, there was actually no excitement to speak of. When firearms season arrived, I chose a location that would enable me a affordable chance to see him, while also limiting the chances that I would chase him off the property and into harm’s way. The season came and went without any sightings, but when I checked my trail cameras I saw that the buck walked inside 20 yards of one particular of my stands on opening morning throughout the first half-hour of daylight. Yep, an additional near miss.

I grew quite concerned when none of my cameras captured a photo of Curfew following opening day, and I was left to assume that he either got shot or left the home. Soon after one more complete week without having a photo, I lastly got a grainy image of a large buck at the quite edge of the camera’s variety. I felt confident it was him, but I couldn’t be particular. Then, on Dec. 20, I got a beautiful picture of the deer that left no doubt that my pursuit of Curfew was far from more than. In truth, round two was just about to commence.

Round two
Curfew survived a specific, two-day gun season in late December and also the 4-day muzzleloader season in early January. Mother Nature did her part to aid by blasting the area with the nastiest winter climate all year, which truly limited possibilities for black-powder enthusiasts. I was able to devote time in a ground blind where I was lucky enough to observe Curfew from a distance and find out even a lot more about his wintering location.


The author set up this ground blind to much better observe Curfew’s movement patterns and winter feeding habits.

My operate schedule gets actually busy for the duration of January, so I was only able to locate about 5 days on the calendar when I could hunt prior to archery season ended. At one point, I believed it would be greatest to give up and concentrate on locating Curfew’s sheds in the spring, but I knew I would regret it all summer season if I didn’t give it a single final shot.

On Jan. 14, I loaded up a couple of stands and headed out to location them in areas I felt gave me a reasonable chance. If the wind was wrong for one stand I would just pick the other, as they had been about 300 yards apart. I laughed to myself as I assumed I was most likely the only person still hanging stands that time of year, but at least I would know I gave it every thing I had even if I came up empty-handed.

Despite my enthusiasm the day before, it was all I could do to get myself out of bed the subsequent morning. In reality, I lingered at my residence and ended up not obtaining to the farm as early as I must have. I checked the wind when I arrived and chose my stand accordingly. I spooked many deer on my way in, and it was already shooting light when I finally pulled my bow up. I scolded myself for getting so sloppy, particularly when I was trying to pull off what seemed like the not possible.

It was a busy morning in the deer woods, as I saw many does and even watched a couple of yearling bucks sparring about 100 yards to my north. It wasn’t terribly cold, and  the snow was truly starting to melt as the sun rose over the hillside. Regardless of the outcome, I was glad I pushed myself out the door.

About 150 yards beyond the sparring bucks I noticed a single deer feeding in an opening. Hunting by way of my binoculars there was no mistaking that it was Curfew. I watched him make his way gradually in my path prior to disappearing in a ravine. He didn’t quickly come out, so I assumed he would bed there for the day. Just seeing him sharpened my focus, and I could feel my enthusiasm level rising.

I saw several does moving by way of the location and most kept their distance till two adults decided they would comply with my boot prints directly under my stand. An sincere estimate of the odds of my hunt continuing without having becoming detected and referred to as out by the old nannies would be about ten percent, at very best.

Maybe it was all the difficult perform I had put in and I was getting rewarded for not giving up, but luck was on my side in far more techniques than a single. Shortly after those does passed without spooking, Curfew emerged from the ravine and headed in my path.

The old buck moved gradually toward the shooting lane I had predicted, and I tried to calm my nerves as I realized that this was genuinely going to come about. He stopped completely at 35 yards and I slowly lowered my sight pin to his chest. As I touched off the shot, I was horrified, as I knew I wasn’t really set. I watched in disbelief as the arrow sailed more than his back and stuck harmlessly in the ground.

The now-alerted buck took two huge leaps and then stopped to assess the predicament. Clearly, he didn’t know where the noise came from, so he wasn’t sure what his ideal course of action should be. My emotion went from heartbreak to a renewed sense of hope as Curfew calmed down and started feeding toward me. I gradually pulled an additional arrow from my quiver and got prepared for a prospective second chance.

As he produced his way closer, I ranged an location ahead of him where it looked like I had adequate of an opening to slip my arrow via. Again the distance was 35 yards. This time my nerves were replaced by adrenaline, and there was no way I was going to miss twice. I couldn’t wait to redeem myself. It seemed like it took him an hour to cover just a handful of yards, but he ultimately continued into the opening with his vitals in full view.

This time I settled my pin calmly behind his shoulder and released the arrow. It seemed like slow motion as I watched it bury deep into Curfew’s chest cavity. Like a bolt of lightning, he erupted into a dead sprint through the woods, with no care for the obstacles in his way. Soon after a few seconds, there was total silence. I never ever heard him fall, but I could stick to a huge blood trail in the snow with my binoculars to where he went out of sight.

I collapsed onto the seat of my stand and just sat there while the adrenaline eased out of my physique. I replayed the journey that brought me to that point in my thoughts. It is that feeling only an archery hunter understands, but it seemed ten occasions as intense given the situations.

Not wanting to take anything for granted, I known as my pal Zac and asked him to assist me with the trail. He arrived about an hour later and we speedily followed the trail to my downed buck. I hit my knees in both exhaustion and appreciation for the relationship I had with Curfew, and I stared from a distance before ultimately putting my hands on him.

I have had a lot of proud moments as a bowhunter more than the years, but absolutely nothing tops the feeling I had when I ultimately ran my hand along Curfew’s side. I spent months pursuing this deer and had an extraordinary respect for his potential to elude me and a lot of other hunters. It took almost everything I had to lastly catch up with him, and even then it took a lot of luck to ultimately reach the best of the mountain. It was the ultimate challenge, and I proved a lot to myself in the approach.

Ohio bowhunter Nick Pinizzotto is president of the National Deer Alliance, an organization devoted to wild deer conservation and protecting America’s deer-hunting heritage. Click right here for a lot more info on the NDA, or to register for a cost-free alliance membership.

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Overview: Glacier Stainless Microlite 500 Vacuum Bottle

Drinking is critical. We of the outdoors globe know this, which is why so several water bottles and Camelbak-style bladders are sold to us each and every year. We have several options of containers from which to sip and slurp our beverages of choice.

Enter the Glacier Stainless Microlite 500 lightweight, packable vacuum bottle. This is a nice-looking drinking bottle that stays slim even though providing the insulation benefits of a stainless steel vacuum bottle (believe Thermos, Yeti, and so forth). In my experience, it insulates quite well… but it is not that wonderful to drink from, and it demands a far more-secure latch.


  • Double-wall stainless vacuum bottle keeps cold stuff cold and hot stuff hot.
  • Flip-top lid signifies there’s no parts to shed (like a thermos lid/cup, for instance).
  • Slim design and style indicates it fits water bottle pockets/holders on packs and such.


  • Made in China.
  • Requirements a far better lock for the prime latch — it flooded my hunting pack with hot coffee.
  • Dispenses slowly you can not get a very good hearty swig.
  • Cleaning can be a hassle.

My Overview

I was favorably impressed when I received this bottle, and I liked the flip top and its lock, and the general top quality. So I took it apart and washed it up according to directions, which is not a huge deal but a bit of a hassle. “Always separate and clean lid spout, O-ring, and stopper seal,” says the directions, and in the finish you have four parts of the lid to wash, keep track of, and reassemble.

When the time came for a road trip to Colorado from Florida and back, I grabbed the GSI bottle. And it kept my soda cold for a good whilst, but somehow I constantly wanted far more of a swig than the little dispensing hole gives. Bummer.

Later in the trip, my buddy stepped on it… let’s just say that it won’t stand up to 250 pounds. Oops! But I got a replacement simply enough.

In further testing, I found that I nonetheless didn’t consider it dispensed beverage rapidly sufficient — but the final blow came when I filled it with coffee one particular cold morning, cautiously locked the lid shut, slipped it into my pack and headed to a deer stand to hunt.

Now, this wasn’t a lengthy hike probably significantly less than 200 yards. But when I got to the stand, I opened my pack to discover the bottle’s lid hanging wide open, half of its contents possessing been dispensed onto every thing inside of my pack.

The most woeful loss was my rangefinder, which thereafter refused to operate. Argh!

As I said, that was fairly much the final blow. A drinking bottle that won’t supply me with a good mouthful of my drink — but which will open itself and spew all more than my gear — is simply not for me.

That mentioned, it does have excellent insulation properties, and I identified it to stay cold or hot just fine.

(Photo: GSI Outdoors)

(Photo: GSI Outdoors)

Manufacturer Specs

  • Stays hot or cold up to 8 hours.
  • Thin walls are only 2mm, thinner than some single-wall plastic bottles.
  • 18/8 stainless steel.
  • Pushbutton, flip-prime cap locks closed.
  • Spring holds cap open for drinking.
  • Capacity: 500 ml (16.9 fluid ounces)
  • Weight: 7.9 ounces
  • Dimensions: 9.2″ tall, 2.6″ diameter at base
  • six colors accessible: black, red, blue, stainless, orange, and funky green.
  • Item quantity: 67115 (black)
  • MSRP: $ 25.95


The GSI Glacier Stainless Microlite 500 bottle looks nice and holds heat or cold well (unless it gets stepped on), and need to perform effectively if you like to sip your drinks and you do not need the lid to lock securely. But for $ 26, I believe you can almost certainly do much better.


Tested: PSE RDX 400

PSE continues to forge ahead in the crossbow industry with models that cover a wide range of applications and hunter budgets. It brings to bear numerous years of hunting and manufacturing experience as it focuses on giving loyal consumers what they want in a crossbow. New for 2016 is the RDX 400, which spices up the Reverse Draw platform with smoking rapidly bolt speeds.


PSE’s RDX 400 crossbow generates superb speeds with its reverse-draw dual cams and X-Tech split limbs. The skeletonized stock and foregrip are injection molded and give functions such as the raised comb and the ribbed pistol grip to boost the shooter’s experience. The black anodized aluminum rail serves as the bridge amongst the bow and stock and is also home to the trigger housing. Sitting atop the trigger housing, a Picatinny Rail is ready for PSE’s 3×32 Illuminated scope.

The RDX 400 attributes a skeletonized stock and foregrip, a machined aluminum rail, a set of reverse-draw dual cams, a stout riser, PSE’s patented X-Tech split limbs which are produced from market-standard Gordon Composite and much far more.

The Organization Finish
The RDX 400’s aluminum riser is each compact to match the general footprint and stout to offer the strength and rigidity necessary to help the intense power utilised to create quick bolt speeds. A set of dual RDX Backstop string stops are attached to the inside of the riser and attain out to quit string oscillation at the shot. The interface in between limbs and riser is very vital.

PSE’s complete-manage limb pockets serve to align and position the limbs precisely, permitting the general machine to operate effectively. Established and patented X-Tech limbs are constructed with Gordon Composite material, measure 12.35 inches in length and are split in kind. Each and every of the 4 limbs is outfitted with two vibration-dampening accessories.

PSE makes use of a dual-cam technique to power its reverse-draw mechanism, which is advertised to hit speeds in between 390-400 fps shooting a 400-grain bolt. In a reverse-draw configuration, the string spans the cam’s riser side and when drawn rotates the cams inward rather than the common outward motion. This adds length to the power stroke, and in turn increases speed. A foot stirrup attached to the front finish of the riser aids in manually cocking the 400.

The Bridge
PSE’s independently machined aluminum RDX Barrel rail bridges the gap among the bow and the stock/foregrip. At the front end it involves an open channel that accepts the cables and cable slide, although at the back end it houses the trigger housing and bullpup-style trigger linkage. All along the black anodized barrel are several cutouts to lessen overall mass weight.

The trigger mechanism employs Metal Injection Molded (MIM) components and is advertised to create a pull of just three pounds. As the bow is cocked, the trigger safety is automatically engaged and works with the anti-dry fire feature, which will not permit the string to advance with no a bolt loaded, to avert accidents.

A spring steel bolt stabilizer and machined Picatinny scope mounting rail are attached to the best of the trigger housing.

Hunter Interface
The RDX 400’s 1-piece stock/foregrip unit serves as the interface among shooter and crossbow. With that in mind, PSE equipped it with a ribbed butt plate, a raised comb with soft plastic overlay for comfort and fast target acquisition, molded finger indents on the front of the pistol grip, an oversized trigger guard for gloved fingers and a pass-thru foregrip for added handle and security. Other than where it meets the rail, this integrated unit is notably skeletonized to maintain mass weight to a minimum. The stock, riser and limbs are accessible in either black or Mossy Oak Break-Up Nation.

Included accessories are: a PSE 3×32 Illuminated XO Crossbow Scope, PSE Speed Loader, 5-Bolt Quiver, three Charger carbon bolts, 3 85-grain Bullet points, sling, cocking rope and rail lube.

At the Range
The RDX 400 lived up to expectations, clocking in on our chronograph at 375 fps with a 420-grain bolt. If you’re able bodied, the integrated rope cocker is the quickest choice with a fairly simple draw. Nonetheless, if you’re injured or just want an less difficult cocking expertise, the PSE Speed Loader is easy to master.

The test bow needed a considerable quantity of force to seat the bolt deep enough to move the anti-dry fire mechanism out of the way. Target acquisition was rapid with the XO Scope, which was bright and clear.

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