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Just got this report in from my friend Pat. He was out shooting some ground squirrels yesterday with a .221 Fireball and had this to say:
I hit a couple that popped up at close range with the Fireball, and the top half of them went probably 12 feet in the air. Higher than a basketball hoop. It was incredible. If the wind had been wrong on those, the torsos would have landed on me.
Wow. His rig:
Remington 700 Classic, .221 Fireball topped with a Leupold 4.5-14x40mm AO Vari X-III, fine duplex.
His ammo:
40-grain Sierra Blitzking, 20.0 grains of AA-1680 gunpowder and a Federal 205 Match primer. MV=3,450 fps.
The results?
Very messy. Lots of shots were 50-75 yards, with a lot more from about 100 to 150 and a few at 200 yards plus. The baby squirrels were out, which are about the size of one of those little cans of V-8. Hard to hit at long range, that’s for certain!
Good shooting, Pat. Next time bring a raincoat.
—John Snow [ Read Full Post ]

One of my hunting partners, Tim Herald, and I decided to switch stands the other night. He is bow hunting up here and hadn’t tagged a bear yet and really liked the looks of the bear I had seen a couple nights ago but had passed on. At the stand he had been hunting a large bear had been lurking around the edges but hadn’t approached within bow range but was certainly within range of my slug if I wanted to take him.
So we swapped hunting locations and it worked out perfectly. He arrowed this beautiful boar and caught the whole thing on video. His big bear never showed, but at least I saved my magazine.
—John Snow [ Read Full Post ]
I guess when a state game and fish agency offers anglers cash for catching a specific undesirable fish species to help protect a popular sportfish, they have to expect a few scofflaws will come along and try to cheat the system.
This week, officers with the Oregon State Police Fish and Wildlife Division cited two men who were allegedly attempting to defraud the state’s Northern Pikeminnow Sport Reward Fishery program, in which anglers receive between $4 and $8 to catch a predatory fish that thrives on juvenile salmon in the Columbia River and its tributaries.
Funded by the Bonneville Power Administration to the tune of $3.7 million, since the effort began in 1991 nearly 3 million Northern pikeminnows (commonly known as squawfish) have been removed from the lower Columbia and Snake Rivers.
Anglers are paid $4 each for their first 100 pikeminnows exceeding 9 inches; $5 each for the next 300; and $8 each for every fish after that.
To help prevent cheating, fish must... [ Read Full Post ]

Some hunters prefer a buck with long symmetrical even points that make the perfect typical rack. While others dream about non-typical bucks with thick headgear sporting kicker points, a lot of trash and even drop tines. As for me, just about any type of big whitetail rack can kick my adrenalin and heartbeat into overdrive. However, for whatever reason, I love looking at bucks with odd or unusual racks that have some type of distinguishing characteristic that separates them from others. With that being said, checkout this highly unusual buck that I dropped during an October muzzleloader season a few years ago.
When I shot this unique buck it was making a rub on a cedar tree on the next ridge over from my stand and it appeared to have a typical rack with four nice points on its left side. However, upon recovery I was floored by the opposite side of its rack. It only had one... [ Read Full Post ]

It was an improbable sequence of events that I suspect has never happened before and I seriously doubt would ever happen again.
As I usually do, I took some reading material into the stand with me last night. I’ve gone through all the books in camp so I had a couple of magazines that I picked up during the last trip to High Level—specifically the latest issues of Harpers and the Atlantic Monthly.
It’s a fact of life that when hunting from stands stuff falls and I hadn’t been up there long before my copy of the Atlantic sailed off the perch. (The night before my knife fell and the night before that my headlamp made the leap.)
Toward the end of legal shooting light a medium-sized bear approached the stand. He looked an awful lot like the bear that had visited me earlier that afternoon but I wasn’t certain whether it was the same animal.
He didn’t show any interest in the bait and instead walked underneath my... [ Read Full Post ]

In case you’ve never noticed our sporting Canadian brethren are a bit different from us, eh?
Go into any Canadian store that sells hunting stuff and you’ll see that the ammo section usually features an ample supply of ammo in .303 British, which was certainly the case with the local hardware store here in High Level.
Converted sporters chambered in that venerable British military cartridge are still very much in vogue with hunters who call Canada home.
One of the guides in camp, Randy Erasmus, wouldn’t shoot anything else.
“I have a .303 and shoot a 180-grain,” he says. “My dad brought that rifle from the Army and gave it to me. That’s the fastest gun I’ve ever had. That’s my baby. I have a new .30-06 I got a while back but it is covered in dust. I don’t even know why I bought it.”
The standard 180-grain load has a muzzle velocity of 2,460 fps more or less and generates 2,418 foot-pounds of energy. Sighted in about... [ Read Full Post ]
The sprawling Louisiana State Penitentiary and prison farm is home to lots of tough characters--both inside and outside the maximum-security facility.
The roaming and unconfined residents on the grounds of the 28-square miles of piney woods and farmland include rattlesnakes, wild razorback hogs, alligators and at least 8 black bears, including one estimated to weigh more than 400 pounds.
The Associated Press reports that an inmate spotted the enormous bruin for the first time last week as it was crossing a road. Judging from the size of its tracks and the eyewitness report, the bear was thought to weigh around 450 pounds, according to Warden Burl Cain.
The warden embraced the idea that the big fellow is roaming the backwoods and believes the knowledge of its presence alone may act as a deterrent for any prisoner who may consider an escape attempt.
“I love that bear being right where it is,” said Cain. “I tell you what, none of our inmates are going to try to get... [ Read Full Post ]
“If you spend an appropriate amount of time stomping around in the woods, you’re going to see fungi. They’re all over the place. They seem to spring up like mushrooms. And as you observe all those different sizes, shapes and colors, you will surely become curious about them. Some, according to Mexican Indians and that longhaired creep who lives down the street, are hallucinogenic. And some will cure all of your problems, including that of continued breathing.”
-Galen Winter
“How to Pick Mushrooms”
Backlash, 1993 [ Read Full Post ]
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—Brian Lynn [ Read Full Post ]

It’s been nearly four years since Brian Andrews’ massive bow-killed 253 1/8 Iowa state non-typical record whitetail mount was stolen from his family's Buchanan County home.
Andrews was only 16 when he used a borrowed compound bow to take the 26-point whitetail—the second largest taken with a bow in the entire country for 2003. It was less than a year later, on June 18, 2004, when the spectacular trophy was taken.
Since then, there have been no substantial leads in the case and no arrests have been made.
Thanks to the efforts of Les Davenport, a Mt. Sterling, Illinois hunting writer who has taken a special interest in the Andrews’ case, outdoor gear mega-retailer Bass Pro Shops has stepped forward to offer $5,000 in products for information leading to the recovery of the deer mount.
“Bass Pro Shops listened to my story about this young man’s deer and without much hesitation agreed to offer a $5,000 Bass Pro Shops gift card to... [ Read Full Post ]
America's recreational boaters are being touted to help fight the war on terror—and the effort will likely hit their pocketbook. The Bush adminstration wants the country's 80 million boaters to keep an eye out for suspicious behavior on our coastal and inland waterways, and to report anything usual to local authorities—much like a neighborhood watch program.
According to an intelligence report obtained by the Associated Press, "The use of a small boat as a weapon is likely to remain al Qaeda's weapon of choice in the maritime environment, given its ease in arming and deploying, low cost, and record of success."
While the government has intel and procedures to check up on big super tankers entering our waters and ports, they're virtually blind when it comes to small, personal, recreational craft. The government's first idea was to create a federal licensing program—which was immediately shot down by boating organizations. While the government has backed down from the licensing idea, a continuing strategy... [ Read Full Post ]

Went back to the stand I hunted the first night and saw the same bear. The more I watched him the better he looked. I had lots of time to size him up and he is a fine boar with thick shoulders and I would put him at between six and a half to seven feet.
I got one really good look at him around 9 o’clock when he took an intense interest in my stand, which is when I snapped this photo. He circled underneath me twice and started sniffing the wooden steps of the ladder leading to my perch. He then stood on his hind legs and started to climb the two-by-fours.
As soon as his back leg got off the ground I leaned forward, stared him in the eyes and gave him a loud hiss.
He tumbled off the ladder, ran about 50 feet and turned and watched me. After 30 seconds he walked off and went back to gnawing on the beaver carcass that had been... [ Read Full Post ]

No one holds the wild turkey in higher regard than I do, but there are times when sheer exasperation gets the best of me. Take last Saturday for instance. A long-awaited hunt with my 15-year-old daughter Amy was at hand and we were instantly confronted with a pig-headed longbeard that decided to quickly close the gap on our setup—from behind. He’d gobble hard whenever I called at him, but he had absolutely no intention of circling out in front of us to where Amy could shoot him. Time moved excruciatingly slow and although Amy sat rock still with the 20 gauge resting on her knee, I knew that the showdown could not last forever. At the 20-minute mark, the gobbler got quiet and I knew for sure that he was either coming or going. Wrong! I eased around our setup tree for peek behind us. There he was—25 yards and looking hard. With enough screening cover at our backs,... [ Read Full Post ]
Last night we went to bed with the sight of the aurora borealis shimmering in green waves across the sky. We woke up to the sound of wolves howling outside our tents.
My bunkmate Mark Nelson went outside to take a look and quickly came back to report that there was huge black wolf lying down on the ice on the frozen lake just outside of camp. By the time we got back the wolf was trotting to the far side of the lake. We watched him in our binoculars.
“You know,” Mark said. “Last night we shot all those bears, I saw the Northern Lights for the first time, heard my first wolf howl and then saw my first wild wolf. This has been a really good 12 hours.”
Hard to argue with that.
—John Snow [ Read Full Post ]
Even though I live in the East, my heart belongs to the intermountain West. Anyone who has experienced an aspen grove ablaze with fall colors and echoing with the screams of bull elk knows what I mean. The same goes for the sensations evoked by the sound of the wind whistling across a rolling grassland or the foreboding geography that defines the Badlands.
Not surprisingly, lots of sportsmen feel the same way, and this affinity for these areas of the U.S. were part of the reason so many places from Montana, Utah, Wyoming, Colorado and Idaho ranked high in our list of the top 200 towns for sportsmen.
Of course, not everyone agreed with our picks. Some were miffed that we listed their particular town, worried it would trigger a flood of Mercedes-driving out-of-staters who would crowd them out of their honey holes and drive up housing costs.
Others felt we overlooked a town dear to them that should have made the list.
Such was the case with reader John D. Farr who sent us an email extolling the virtues... [ Read Full Post ]

The bear hunting turned on yesterday. No doubt about it, the animals have shaken off the winter doldrums and are on the move looking for food. We took five bears last night, beautiful thick-furred black specimens including Linda Powell’s whopper that’s pictured above.
My bear wasn’t huge, but his pelt was too thick and too perfect to let him pass. I shot him at less than 20 yards and he folded up right there, which was good for me because the spot where I sat was surrounded by 360 degrees of swamp. If the bear had gone any distance tracking it could have been interesting.
The ride to the stand last night was a bit of an aquatic adventure. My guide and I had to cross a couple of spots with the water coming up to nearly the top of the quad’s seat. And on the ride out after the hunt he managed to sink the front end of the ATV in a fast-flowing creek when... [ Read Full Post ]

Over the years, I have seen some pretty wild looking whitetail buck racks, but nothing like the headgear on these two bruisers. Both of these bucks have an extra brow-tine or point located smack dab in the middle of their racks—like unicorns from some mythical fairy tale. The first buck was taken by Johnny Anderson during gun season and sported a total of 18 points with all of the kickers, stickers and trash on its massive rack. This giant field dressed just over 210 pounds and was taken on a spot-and-stalk hunt in November right on the Tennessee and Kentucky state line. I don’t know about you, but I would love to have this unique rack hanging on my wall.

Hunter Rocky Moses took the second buck and it also has a strange point located right... [ Read Full Post ]
The reports of shutmouth gobblers are starting to come in by phone and email as the early peak of gobbling fades in some parts of the country, and dominant male turkeys settle in with their hens. They may gobble on the roost (to call hens to their position), and go silent (once the girls arrive). Nothing unusual about this, but some guys quit when it happens. Don’t. Pay attention to the evidence turkeys leave behind . . .
Hunters use the term “sign” to speak of one or many examples of evidence left behind by the quarry they’re hunting. Look for this . . .
1. Damp droppings say turkeys were there recently.
2. Concentrated feathers, old and new, can indicate a roost site when slightly dispersed, or a predator kill when tightly compacted in a small area.
3. Mixed sets of new and old tracks indicate turkeys use the area regularly.
4. Raked areas in the woods, along field edges, or in food plots, often indicate feeding zones. Hens go there. Spring gobblers follow.
5. Track size can indicate the sex and age of... [ Read Full Post ]
A fierce rainstorm tore through camp last night. The water and the high winds made me glad for our sturdy wall tent with its wood-burning stove, which kept me and my hunting partner, Mark Nelson, dry and warm.
Before coming on the hunt I went over the suggested packing list put together by the outfitter. One item he said to bring was a soft gun case for transporting firearms to and from camp.
There are a handful of high-tech soft gun cases that have come on the market in the last couple years, notably from Bob Allen and Envelop. Both these cases contain fancy moisture inhibiting materials designed to protect your guns from the corrosive effect of moisture. Both work. I like the Envelop because it looks like a “regular” soft gun case but has a lot of technology under the surface. The Bob Allen Intercept is much beefier with all kinds of padding of other protection built in—perfect for your duck blind or deer camp. But neither made sense to bring on this trip.
[ Read Full Post ]

Had another good bear hunt tonight. Spent most of the evening with a very hungry six-and-a-half footer that came into the bait every hour on the hour starting at seven. It would hang out for a few minutes at a pop, eating with vigor before easing back into the woods. When my guide came to pick me up at dusk at 10 p.m. the bear was right underneath me and didn’t leave until the quad was about 100 yards away.
The bear was bold, something I learned the second time it came in. Instead of hitting the bait, the bear walked right past the food and stood at the base of my stand looking at me. We stared at each other for about half a minute before it turned around and slowly made its way to the food to have some more to eat. It knew I was there but didn’t care.
After watching how quickly the bear was able to climb the crossbeam holding the... [ Read Full Post ]
This time of year this far north there isn’t much night. It doesn’t get dark until about 10:30 and by the time 5 a.m. rolls around you can see fairly well. Which means there is a lot of time to burn in camp before heading out to your stands.
I spent this morning watching our outfitter, Wally Mack, preparing his “secret” brew for bears. He is cooking up vats of caramel that he dilutes with water and then blends in a combo of oats and chewy candies to create a sweet and sticky mash that bears can’t resist.
I ate some of the caramel (sans oats and candy) and have to admit it was pretty tasty.
The other course on the bears’ menu isn’t nearly as appetizing (to me at any rate). Beaver carcasses supplied by local trappers are hung from high crossbeams and the riper they get the more the bears enjoy them.
My plan for the rest of the day is to set out... [ Read Full Post ]
Spent the day sorting through gear, checking zeros and trying to pass the hours while waiting for the sun to get low enough to go hunting.
Happily, both my firearms made the trip here unscathed and, better yet, with no change in their point of impact.
Because the distances we’ll be shooting at are short—50 yards at most—we set up an impromptu shooting range that put us about 40 yards from the target. I put two shots through my .375 and two through my slug gun. Both were right on.
We have a pretty good mix of calibers and guns up here. One hunter in camp is toting a break-action single-shot 12-gauge slug gun. Another has a bolt-action .300 Remington Ultra Mag, one is using an autoloader chambered in .35 Whelen and the last guy in our party is bowhunting. There is also a father-daughter pair in camp that has come here from Colorado. I’m pretty sure the young lady (she’s 12) is shooting a bolt-action .270. Her father has brought along a 7mm Rem. Mag. Good choices all.
During the first evening I... [ Read Full Post ]
Northeast
Ric Bourn at Anglers and Archers in Leominster, Massachusetts reports that the local lakes are full of rainbow trout and land-locked salmon. Folks fishing from shore are using ¼ to 5/8 ounce Kastmasters, Al’s Goldfish and Colorado spinners while boaters are having luck trolling small Joe’s Flies. Fort Pond has been producing trout for anglers trolling flies or working the shore with Powerbaits sweetened with a piece of mealworm. Ric said that perch and black bass in the pond are falling for shiners. A few salmon have been fooled by the old nightcrawler-under-a-bobber trick. Ric added that smallmouth bass are just starting to move off their beds. He recommends fishing area rivers with small baits or live shiners.
Southeast
From the mountains of North Carolina, Nathan Mitchell of Curtis Wright Outfitters (www.curtiswrightoutfitters.com) reports that trout fishing has been fantastic. Anglers fishing the delayed harvest streams are required to release their trout so there are plenty of fish for everyone. Nathan says that the stocked streams in Smokey Mountain National Park are filled to the brim with fish while... [ Read Full Post ]
Made it up to High Level, Alberta yesterday to kick off a spring hunt for black bears. High Level is known as the Las Vegas of the North—at least that’s how the folks around High Level think of it.
The strip of hotels in town plays into that. The main drag has a Sahara, a Flamingo, a Stardust and a Frontier. I guess this place really comes alive in winter as the last stop before you run out of civilization, catering to the truckers and workers in the energy business.
Right now everything is just muddy. Spring has not arrived in High Level even though winter has released its grip. The lakes were covered with skim ice as we landed at the airport and nothing has greened up as yet.
But it should make for some awesome bear hunting. The warming weather is going to make those bears active and they should hit our baits with enthusiasm in an effort to recover the calories lost during the long winter. We’re going to head to camp this afternoon, check our zeros and get... [ Read Full Post ]
As turkey hunters around the country go at it at full bore, the Strut Zone e-mail box begins to fill up with stories and photos from successful hunters. Here’s one of my favorites sent in by Cpl. Larry Rucker, U.S.M.C. Keep those cards and letters coming folks—Gerry Bethge

I'm a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan, so as you can imagine there is not a whole lot of hunting opportunities for me here. This whole hunt started in early February when I found out we would have some leave coming up, I got excited—it had been 2 years since I had turkey hunted. I got home 5 days before the season, and much to my amazment they were already gobbling. After about 5 days of close-but-not-close enough, I went with my cousin Alex to his hunting club in North Mississippi. We were to hunt a beautiful creek bottom. At about 5:50 the birds started sounding off everywhere. We heard one bird... [ Read Full Post ]