On August 26, 2010 I posted a column on Outdoor Life magazine’s website entitled Gayne Has Putin On His List. You can read the piece here.
The column detailed my admiration for your adventurous lifestyle, mainly your fishing and aid in wildlife research. I am especially impressed with your assisting with a sedated polar bear and tagging a gray whale with a crossbow. I sent a copy of this article to you through the Ministry of Forgeign Affairs of the Russian Federation on Sept. 9 but have yet to hear from you. This is certainly understandable given your duties and schedule.
"You should write about Bossk. He hunts Wookies for their pelts."
Yeah. I'll do that.
As soon as I figure out what the heck you're talking about. Actually, I understood part of the suggestion. I mean aside from my father-in-law, who doesn't know that Wookies are the gorilla-looking aliens from the Star Wars movies? Apparently we can add my wife to that previously stated short list as she just looked over my shoulder and asked, "What the heck's a Wookie?"
This is a trail camera pic from Oak Creek Whitetail Ranch in Missouri. The owner of the ranch, Donald Hill, has a pretty good idea of what this monster might score based on the photo alone. Think you can guess Donald’s estimate?
Ok then, how about guessing what the buck might score.
Put your guess in the comment section below. Whoever gets closest to the staff’s guess wins two pair of Russell Moccasin socks!
While most of us this month are preoccupied with antlered critters, or maybe a few early-season grouse, a few forward-looking folks are peering to the north, and they like what they see.
They’re monitoring snow goose nesting conditions, and according to Delta Waterfowl this is shaping up as a banner year for snow geese. Biologists say prime nesting conditions means great juvenile goose production, and as every goose hunter knows, young geese mean naïve, easy-to-decoy geese.
Just a few days into his Grand Slam adventure, OL contest winner Steve Chafin got his chance to kill a bull. Chafin is hunting for a trophy elk with OL editor Gerry Bethge in New Mexico at the Lodge and Ranch at Chama.
As a come-on line I thought it was genius. I was talking to a very svelte blonde coed at the University of Texas where I was attending a conference. During one of our few breaks I ventured outside for some fresh air and to admire the mall’s many century plus oak trees, which are apparently homes to several hundred squirrels.
The tree rats were everywhere; in the trees, on the benches, in window sills, in the gardens, circling some guy practicing with a ninja sword – yes, a guy practicing with a ninja sword – and sitting atop the recycling bins that are placed every 30 feet or so. I had just tossed an empty can into one of these ever so convenient mini-recycling centers when I noticed the blonde sitting by herself. “.17 or .22?” I asked again.
People in the affluent Cape Town suburb of Constantia, South Africa are being overrun by drunken baboons.
Ok, not all of the baboons are drunk. But many are. All of them however, are destructive, frightening and deadly.
At the 325-year-old vineyard Groot Constantia the primates have stripped vines of fruit, entered and raided kitchens and other rooms, and ripped thatch off the roofs. Some have eaten fallen grapes that have fermented in the sun only to pass out. Away from the vineyard, baboons have killed farm and ornamental birds (such as peacock) and pets as large as a Great Dane.