May 9, 2008
You’re 12 feet up in your treestand, bowhunting for deer, when suddenly a young black bear cub scurries up your tree, passes you, and perches on a limb above your head. Then, after it realizes what it has just done, the frightened juvenile begins bawling loudly for its mother.
Kevin Schulz of Ladysmith, Wisconsin didn’t have much time to think when he was faced with that scenario Friday evening. But he’s got time to reminisce about his ordeal now, as his wounds heal and he recovers to bowhunt another day.
Schultz, 42, found himself in a bear sandwich when a sow he estimated to weigh 300 pounds started up his tree to recover her stranded youngster. He first tried kicking her away and pushing her using his bow.
“She got me by the side and by the armpit and tried to drag me out of the tree, but I had my treestand strap holding me,” Schultz told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. “Then she tried to pull my leg. She actually pulled my boot off. I think she thought she had me.”
During the hand-to-paw... [ Read Full Post ]
If you haven’t heard the news, Remington Arms was recently acquired by Cerberus Capital Management, a private equity management company. (It’s the same company that bought Chrysler from Daimler-Benz). Cerberus also owns Bushmaster, and gun fans been waiting to see signs of “synergy” between the two firearms manufacturers.
At a recent Remington new product seminar, the company unveiled the first such venture--the new R-15 VTR Modular Repeating Rifle. Fans of the AR platform will instantly see the Bushmaster heritage at work. This is an important product launch for Big Green, as it really needs to start offering some new products. That’s no knock on the 870 or Model 700, but you can’t grow a company by constantly going to the same two wells. [ Read Full Post ]
How do you know when the whitetails are about to come in to rut? When you discover active scrapes in the woods? When you spot rubs high up on large cedar trees?
Yep, the rut's right around the corner, for sure!
It was about 10 a.m. Tuesday morning, when Bonnie McCullough and Brenda Adelson were in the process of concluding a vocabulary lesson with their class of 19 fifth graders.
"We heard this crash; I didn't know what to make of it," Ms. McCullough said. "It sounded like glass breaking, and I didn't have time to look too much, and there was this brown blur."
Without touching anyone, the deer charged straight through the room and headed through an open door, turning down the hallway.
The young buck's next stop was the infirmary, where he introduced himself to Rosalie Preuss, the school nurse.
"When he saw me, he started climbing in," Ms. Preuss told the New York Times. "I thought... [ Read Full Post ]
This interesting series of images purports to be high-speed X-ray photography of bullets doing all kinds of crazy things. Are all these photos legit? Maybe yes, maybe no. But before I reveal my guesses, I want to hear from the Gun Shots readers. So tell us: Which images are bona-fide and which are as enhanced as Pam Anderson’s cleavage?
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He had been hunting “Splitter” for 3 years. He got one Cuddeback picture of the buck in 2005, at night, when the deer was 4 years old. The next summer he got tons of photos and even filmed Splitter once in full velvet. But Jay never saw him during the 2006 hunting season. "A more fitting name for the buck might have been Ghost," he said. This past summer he never saw the buck, but he got lots more photos.
Jay Gregory sent me a couple more pictures and some details on how he shot this fantastic 190" Midwestern Monster last Wednesday AM:
Last fall, Jay had hung a tree-stand set close to where he thought Splitter/Ghost might be bedding, but he was only able to hunt it once--one day in November--because the wind never was right.
Last Wednesday, October 10th, Jay and his wife, Tammi, made their way to the stand in the early-morning darkness. They had not been in there since last year, but they were excited because of the early-season north wind. (Just as I had thought, that... [ Read Full Post ]
In a judgment equally unprecedented and ludicrous, a Colorado district judge yesterday ruled that a convicted game law violator be required to donate $500 to a radical animal rights organization as part of his sentence.
Craig Miller, 44, of Little Canada, Minn., pleaded guilty before District Judge Chuck Buss in Aspen Monday to killing a black bear out of season, wanton waste of game meat, and illegal use of bait. As part of his plea agreement, prosecutors dropped a felony charge of willful destruction of big-game wildlife.
Buss sentenced Miller to two years of unsupervised probation, loss of hunting privileges for five years, and fines of $5,300.
Then, the judge added a zinger to Miller’s sentence.
In what today’s Aspen Times refers to as “an unusual requirement,” Judge Buss ruled that Miller donate $500 to People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) in lieu of community service.
“Unusual requirement??” Hell, it's quite possibly the most absurd judgment ever handed down in a court case involving a poaching violation.
To offer the radical, publicity-seeking nutjobs at PETA an ounce of legitimacy as part of a wildlife-related court ruling is... [ Read Full Post ]
Among the differences between hunting with a rifle and hunting with a bow is how we manage to miss with each. As a general rule, when shooting a game at rest, rifle hunters miss by shooting high while bow hunters miss underneath. I’ll leave the psychological explanation for this phenomenon to you.
John Snow [ Read Full Post ]
A couple of posts ago, I mentioned that I began deer hunting with a slug gun. I can still recall the afternoon my best friend turned 21 and graduated to a “real” rifle—a bolt-action .270 Winchester Model 70. (No, this was a few years after 1964). I was standing next to him the first time he shot, and his smile was 9 yards wide. He killed a lot of deer with that rifle—and he still has it.
So, to me the “adult” deer rifle is a bolt-action, and most of the hunters I know—and their kids--use bolt-actions—mainly in .243, .270, or .30/06.
But there was a time when deer hunters favored lever actions and semi-autos. I was reminded of this when I was thumbing through a dog-eared copy of Larry Koller’s Book of Guns, first published in 1956 and long out of print. Here’s what he said regarding his deer rifle: “My choice for the ideal woods weapon for whitetail is the .35 Remington caliber in the Model 336 Marlin carbine. It is sudden death in the deer woods…Highly recommended also for the woods deer hunter is a pair of fast Remington rifles—the 760 slide-action and the 740 autoloader.” Here’s what... [ Read Full Post ]
There are lots of ways to miss shots on game—if you’ve done much hunting you probably already know this first hand. The good news is that most things that cause errant marksmanship are under our control. For example, if you’re unable to trot 50-yards uphill and get your crosshairs on target because you’re blowing like a whale and seeing spots you might want to rethink your pre-season conditioning. Or stick to hunting on your butt.
Another great way to send a bullet sailing into the ether, rather than into a deer’s vitals—is to use a complicated scope. Reticles that calculate bullet drop, distance to target and other ballistic data are, with precious few exceptions, more likely to hurt rather than help your shooting. [ Read Full Post ]
Looking at the photos from the Racks calendar, I was reminded of some of the back and forth discussion among the editors that takes place as we put together every issue of Outdoor Life. The truth is we don't always agree. Here's an item that was originally slated for the Snap Shots section of the magazine earlier this year, but was (probably wisely) cut out because of the "suggestive" nature of the product.
But because the Web, like television, is just one big morally bereft dumping ground of infotainment, I figured what the hey. Here's what OL readers missed:
From Hunt Club to Strip Club
Few products so aptly combine a typical guys two favorite things—hunting and women—like Camo Booty’s line of camouflage. Realtree or Mossy Oak it isn’t, as the pattern meant to leave game confused and fellow hunters amused is created by printed, overlapping silhouettes of naked ladies in various positions of repose. Finally, somebody has invented a product that will impress as much in camp as it will at the strip club, and you don't even have to... [ Read Full Post ]
Here comes the bride, all dressed in camoooo…
We’re not sure, but at least that’s what we think the words to the Wedding March might have sounded like last week when Brook Davis married her longtime sweetheart, Jason Michael, in a ceremony taking place in Delray, West Virginia.
The two have been inseparable since they were youngsters, so their marriage was really no surprise to their many friends and family members who attended the ceremony.
However, Brook’s choice for a wedding gown caught most folks off guard when she entered the church last Saturday. And no one was more surprised than her soon-to-be husband.
That’s because her dress design reflected her love of hunting and the outdoors, something that she shares with Jason and his family.
“I had the gown made out of the new Mossy Oak Break-Up camouflage material,” Brook proudly told the local newspaper, The Hampshire Review.
The ceremony began with a slide show that included “hero shots” of Brook, Jason and their family members posed with numerous hunting trophies taken in recent years. To the strains of the song, “Born Country,” ushers wearing khaki suits with... [ Read Full Post ]
“To me, the great outdoors is mainly a private place. It’s where you can go to try things out--a new idea or a new hat, a different gun or rod, or a thought that needs working on. It’s a place to ask ourselves important questions or look for answers, a place to wonder about the same things you wondered about when you were 12 and 20, a place to enjoy being older or to indulge yourself in the little sadnesses of age. It’s considered trite and common to dwell on the questions and mysteries of bass ponds and duck marshes, but if they weren’t there, I wonder how many of us would fish and hunt just to exhibit some small skills and come home with only something to eat?”
“A Matter of Privacy”
Field & Stream, 1980 [ Read Full Post ]
I know in the Constitution or Declaration of Independence or somewhere that it says that all calibers are created equal, and for the most part, as a good American, I try to take that to heart.
But among the pantheon of cartridges—and I’m talking specifically hunting cartridges here—there are some lesser gods, the least of which in my book is the .243 and its 6mm relations.
I’ve tried, but I can’t warm to the .243. It’s billed as having three great attributes: it’s death on varmints, it’s adequate for deer-sized big game and it is a great cartridge for young hunters because of its moderate recoil. I think it is a poor second-choice—if that—for any of these tasks.
Varmint shooting? I’ll go with a high-octane .22 over a .243 any day. I’ve tried to come up with a scenario where I’d be better served with a .243 over a .223, a .22-250 or a .220 Swift and can’t with the lone exception perhaps being low-volume shooting in very windy conditions, which frankly doesn’t sound like a very fun day of varmint hunting. On the other hand, it is easy to picture where the .22s would be much more pleasant, and effective, to... [ Read Full Post ]
It is a horrible creature, more like a gigantic obese-bellied eel than a proper fish. Not something you’d want to meet while enjoying an evening swim; nor would your dog that could conceivably be eaten. If legends were provable, this might be the world’s largest catfish. But science has yet to verify stories of reputed 600-700 pounders from the 19th century. In all likelihood those fish were sturgeon. Not to fret, if you’re headed to the right place you’d have a good chance of catching one of the fantastic wels cats in the 100-pound class, and if you kept at it long enough, perhaps a 200-pound creature. Or bigger.
According to the International Gamefish Association (IGFA), the legit all-tackle rod/reel record now stands at 228 lb. 6 oz, from the River Mincio in Italy. That fish was taken by Guenther Schwierzy on 3/25/06. Interestingly, IGFA lists the wels by itself as it does the South American lau-lau, rather than including it beneath the catfish heading. Close on the heels of that wels record is the 226-pounder taken by Carl Smith on... [ Read Full Post ]