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  • April 30, 2010

    Bluegrass Bulls-2

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    Tick, tock. The clock is running on your chance to win what might be the most coveted big-game tag in America, one of 125 permits for a trophy Kentucky bull elk.
     
    You heard right. Elk hunting is alive and very well east of the Mississippi, and Kentucky’s management of wapiti make it one of the most remarkable wildlife restoration stories in American history.
     
    You can participate in the story, but time’s running out. Tonight (April 30) is the deadline to enter the lottery to win one of 800 permits to hunt Bluegrass State elk this fall. Go to Kentucky Department of Fish and Wildlife Resources’ excellent web site to get an overview of the lottery and hunting opportunities, then follow links to enter the drawing.
     

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  • April 30, 2010

    Gayne Tries to Kill the Smell in his Ice Chest-11

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    “What is that smell?!”  I barked.  “It reeks!”

    My wife looked up from her newspaper to answer with a question, “What’s smell?”

    I finished the last of my beer.  “That smell!  That fishy smell.  How can you not smell it?”

    “I don’t smell anything.”

    I shook my head at her being olfactory challenged and pulled another beer from the ice chest.  I popped the top and went in for a drink.  The smell grew stronger.

    “God!  How can you not smell that?  The whole deck smells like cat food.”

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  • April 29, 2010

    World-Record Tom?-3

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    Word is there’s a new world-record gobbler on the ground, a toad of a Midwest turkey with six beards and decent spurs. Todd Pringnitz has details at his website.

    The story is captivating, and the fact that the gobbler was taken with an arrow by a hunter who has endured serial bad luck for the last few years makes it even better. This may be the only spring turkey hunter I’ve ever seen wearing shorts in the field.

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  • April 19, 2010

    You Are a Wimp Compared To: Ed Stafford-15

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    Outdoor Life correspondent Gayne Young looks to the past and the present to find the outdoor personalities that prove just how wimpy the rest of us really are.

    As of this writing Ed Stafford is on day 745 of walking the length of the Amazon River.  Yes, walking.  And for those of you that are math challenged – such as I am - 741 days is a little more than two years.  What have I done in the last two years?  Other than spend about 2 months on hold with my internet provider, watched several days worth of Jonny Quest reruns with my kids, and cut my life expectancy through excessive beer consumption, pretty much nothing. 

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  • April 16, 2010

    The Windfall-8

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    It’s fundraising banquet season for conservation organizations in my corner of the world, and if you aren’t buying $20 tickets for one fundraising raffle or another, you’re just not pulling your weight for wildlife, are you?

    These raffles are insidious excuses to dream a little. Most are for guns, and while I’ve never met a firearm I didn’t want, how many camo-clad Mossbergs or blah-wood .22s do I really need? I could have bought several of these guns for the multiple $20 bills I’ve plunked down over the years for raffle tickets to win one.

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  • April 16, 2010

    Now, Where Did I Put That 16 Foot Shark?-12

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    Vic Hislop has the type of problem most big game fishermen dream of having: Where to put his 16 foot hammerhead shark?

    Actually, the shark is more than 16 feet long.  It’s more like 16 ½ feet long and weighs over 2,600 pounds.  It was caught off Australia’s New South Wales coast last month when the crew of the shark fishing vessel Santrina hooked into a smaller shark.  As they reeled the first shark toward the boat the monstrous hammerhead took the smaller fish as bait.  After a lengthy and extremely tiring fight they managed to bring the goliath in.  Once the shark and news of its capture made it to shore it was purchased by legendary “shark hunter” Vic Hislop.  Some news outlets have reported that Hislop, who has caught several sharks almost as large himself, paid upwards of 13,000 Australian dollars for the specimen.  So far neither Hislop nor the crew of the Santrina will comment on the price paid. 

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  • April 15, 2010

    Hall to Lead Ducks Unlimited-0

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    This just in: Former U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service director H. Dale Hall has been tapped as the chief executive officer of Ducks Unlimited.
     
    Hall, who led the USFWS from 2005-2009 and won nearly unanimous praise for his even-handed, practical approach to wildlife conservation, will take over the reins of the continent’s oldest and largest wetlands-conservation group early next month.
  • April 14, 2010

    Robert Mitchum: Hollywood Bad Boy and Squirrel Hunter-6

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    Robert Mitchum: Hollywood bad Boy and One Helluva Squirrel Hunter

    Original Hollywood bad boy Robert Mitchum once acknowledged his well-earned reputation by stating, “There are all kinds of rumors about me.  And they’re all true.”  Among those “true rumors” were the fact that once got so drunk he left his wife in bed to rush home to his wife (man, that’s drunk), clocked a horse in the head because he was mad at it, and beat up a costar for trying to sober him up.  But before all this bad behavior in Tinsel Town, Mitchum was a bum that rode the rails looking for a job.  It was during his time as a tramp that he developed his excellent squirrel hunting skills.

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  • April 13, 2010

    The C Word-18

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    Last week, while at the spa having my shoulders oiled and massaged by two completely gorgeous Japanese women, it was suggested that I have a doctor look at a few moles on my back.

    “Whatever do you mean Kiki?” I asked, tilting my head to the side for another sip of the bubbly.

    Ok, it was a beer.  And it wasn’t a spa. It was my back deck.  Likewise it wasn’t some Asian models; it was my wife.  She was shaving my shoulder hair with a dog trimmer and her reminder was a yearly one.  “Think it’s about time Dr. Stafford checked you out.”

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  • April 13, 2010

    Fire Season-2

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    I was on my office phone last Thursday when I spotted the first of the smoke, drifting over town on the wings of a 40-mile-per-hour southeast wind.

    Within minutes the smoke grew black and billowing, and I knew it was bad news. With winds like that, gusting to 60mph, no fire is intentional. I wouldn’t know for hours that the blaze hit very close to home—literally. It was my neighbor’s barn, torched when a power pole snapped in the stiff wind. The old barn was consumed in minutes. It was all volunteer firefighters could do to contain the blaze to the structure and prevent it from catching the dry prairie, including my fields and pasture.

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