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Thank God for supermarkets. If I had to hunt for food , I would have starved years ago.

Time is still off Mange fox pregnant doe

he also may just let the cows feed in the field.

Basic Features Three res settings...8MP is the highest. Black Flash - range of 40' illumination Up to three pic burst and a video option Time lapse Impression: Cam soaked for two weeks or so. I was impressed with the pic quality. I believe it's actually the same camera (actual camera portion) as the 2012 Black 60 - just with fewer LEDS to fire and packed into the 2012 MP6 body. Daytime pics are great and nighttime pics are what I call "good". The night pics are usable and motion blur is about the same level as the black 60 and on par with the higher-level black flash cams out there. It's black flash and has slightly less illumination than the bigger body Black 60, so that needs to be taken in context.It is also a legit entry level black flash cam. It would be a good "only" cam for someone or even for someone who wants to test out black flash. I have quite a few cams and I have no qualms about it performance wise. It also very small and compact. Trigger speed is always good. Three pics in 1.5 seconds or so. I did make a mistake...I somehow put the cam on high sensitivity. Which, in my experience is a big no-no with Covert cams as they are sensitive compared to most other cams (good thing imo). I also placed it in the worst possible place to put a cam with high sensitivity...reed grass. Guess what happened? 7,600 pictures in two weeks of those stupid things blowing in the wind. Dummy me. The good news - cheap AA batteries ( costing me about $2.00. And...battery meter was still showing full bars after 7,600 pics. Safe to say this cam will last a LONG time on a set of batteries. Sample pics are taken at 5MP, the mid-level setting.

Haven't gotten many photos of mature does over the past couple of weeks so I had to assume they were fawning. First sighting (photo) for this year. Okay, I'm going to adjust the date stamp. Should read 06-05-13.

pea trilage....mix of forage peas and triticale grain which is a wheat /rye hybrid....Deer will hammer it

Wonder if they could rig something like that to catch child molesters...hhhmmmm

Just checked the cam after a month soak n got some great traffic including a beautiful scene.. a momma and her youngin takin a stroll....

Uhhhhhg..., I heard those are delishious roasted and wrapped in bacon. Kinda like water chestnuts!

We needed it 3 weeks ago just not 3 weeks worths of it.

took this this morning.

Ok. S 240.33 AGGRAVATED HARASSMENT OF A POLICE OFFICER OR PEACE OFFICER. A PERSON IS GUILTY OF AGGRAVATED HARASSMENT OF A POLICE OFFICER OR PEACE OFFICER WHEN, (WITH THE INTENT TO HARASS, ANNOY, THREATEN OR ALARM A PERSON WHOM HE OR SHE KNOWS OR REASONABLY SHOULD KNOW TO BE A POLICE OFFICER OR PEACE OFFICER ENGAGED IN THE COURSE OF PERFORMING HIS OR HER OFFICIAL DUTIES), HE OR SHE STRIKES, SHOVES, KICKS OR OTHERWISE SUBJECTS SUCH PERSON TO PHYSICAL CONTACT. AGGRAVATED HARASSMENT OF A POLICE OFFICER OR PEACE OFFICER IS A CLASS E FELONY. It is quite clear. Is it a good law? Who knows. I don't really care. Just pointing it out.

The date was Nov 7, 2010 as I was hunting a treestand located where hardwoods transitioned to a wide open scenic landscape. Looking back, I had just deployed a lone wolf climbing stand on the previous day after scouting a new location, and locating a narrow stretch of woods that lead to a larger chunk known to be a bedding area. I hoped if a buck were to seek out the action in that woodlot he would likely walk within bow range of my stand being as this corridor was about 60 yards wide and I was planning to be perched over the heavily used trails all running parallel and within 30 yards of my tree. I decided to leave the stand idle that afternoon after placing it, but this was a very difficult choice as the whitetail sign that I had seen there was as fresh and heavy as any that I had ever witnessed. Hunting another location that afternoon, I was however feeling very anxious to hunt this “new” stand the following morning and had a very good feeling about it. I have had that feeling before and it didn’t pan out, but somehow this time it just felt right. The next morning from the time I woke up things started to go wrong. Checking my bow I found the top fiber pin on my Extreme sight broken and I scrambled to find a lighter and some glue to get a temporary pin in place. Next running late, I couldn’t find my car keys and checked everywhere 3x’s before finding them in my soft bow case. Very relieved I was now able to make it to my stand as first light was starting to break. I climbed up on that cold morning of Nov, 7 and started to get settled in, but after looking for my #1 release, I couldn’t find it and had to dig out #2 from the bottom of my pack. All good as #2 is about the same Scot release as # 1, but I better not drop this one. the tree stand: view from the stand: After 2 uneventful hours of seeing nothing I was disappointed and concerned that maybe the wind direction was affecting my chances as my scent seemed to be streaming towards the bedding area, and not one deer had appeared from that direction. I did however at that time rationalize that if a deer were to be seeking out that location it could likely approach from upwind of my stand. Hope restored I sat and waited. Not long after I saw movement coming from far away on my upwind side. As the movement got closer I could see that it was single deer and after raising my rangefinder I could now see that it was definitely a buck. The animal started to take a route that was not going where I would have hoped as the buck hugged the edge of an open field area as far away from my funnel location as possible. I could now see that this buck was a good one as he hastily skirted the edge at about 55 yards from my tree stand. If he were to continue this route I would not have a chance at a shot as he was well out of range. Feeling helpless I quickly pulled the Knight + Hale “pack rack” from my bellows pocket and cracked it together hard one time. The loud sound stopped the buck and what transpired next was the longest 5 minutes of tension that I have ever endured on any hunt. The buck would stare in my direction but not commit, moving only a few yards at a time as he “inched” closer. A few times he appeared to be done with the game and started to move away but another crack of the call kept him interested. Now looking directly in my line as he was about 40 yards away, I could see that he was a fairly heavy antlered buck, and I became nervous hoping that he was actually looking though me and not at me. All signs were that he was indeed still seeking out the source of the simulated antler sound as he again closed a few yards closer. Now at about 35 yards away the buck was in some cover and heavily quartering towards me, but if he were to keep his line of travel it could lead to a broadside angle at about 25 yards. I looked for a shooting lane if that were to happen and there was a fairly good one there. After again standing still for a number of minutes the buck started to make what would be his last move. Unfortunately he did not fully commit to my opening and started to tail away as I drew my bow. The situation had just become critical as I felt the mature buck had had enough and was now leaving in a hurry. I frantically made the ”Bill Jordan” mouth grunt to stop him and he did pause. I was able to get off a quick shot at the buck using my 20 yard pin. The “firenocked” backed lighted arrow appeared too indicate a low hit in the area of the heart and I was excited as the buck ran towards the bedding area. As it turned out a shooting mistake had been made here but I hadn’t yet been aware of what it was. Well I got on the phone with a few hunting buddies and told them the story, but after being a bit unsure of the hit I decided to wait in the tree for a while. As it turned out this wait turned out to be a very long while. An hour later a buck appeared to be coming from the direction that “my” buck had ran earlier and my first thought was that it looked like a good one. Then it looked very familiar as it was again skirting the field edge and I realized that this was probably the same buck that I had shot at. The buck looked to be acting oddly and it was soon apparent that it was struggling to stand up. Then he went down but got up and walked down the same trail from where he had originally come from an hour earlier. The buck now standing in the very spot where I had first noticed that he was a good buck, went down again; this time as it turned out for good. He was about 70 yards away and not moving but I waited in my tree an additional hour just to make sure he did not get up again and he didn’t. Now how lucky is that when a buck runs off and then returns an hour later and drops within view of your treestand. Maybe that luck is on an equal par with the lucky hit that I put on the buck. Upon recovering and tagging the buck and examining the hit, as it turned out the arrow had struck the deer much lower than where I had perceived the lighted nock entrance hole to be. Upon review the broadhead had entered below the heart and struck a main artery that runs low along the abdominal cavity. The buck had taken a while to bleed out and his hour long tour wound up ending right where it had started. the buck: Looking for an answer for the low hit I asked myself what had happened. Like most I have a few bad hits in my history but this time I thought I had executed a good shot. I did realize that “in my mind” this shot was going to happen at 25 yards and I also expected that I would be both stopping the buck for the shot and shooting low to counter “ deer drop”. I was mentally locked in on the 20 yard pin but looking back now I remember the buck stopping short of the 25 yard location and tailing away before I could stop him and get off the shot. With things happening fast and furious and with the situation critical, I made an error in shot distance shooting for 20 yards when the buck was probably more like 30. On my bow (410 grain arrow at 260 fps), I get about 8” of drop from 20 yards to 30. Thus, this is as good an excuse for the low hit as any that I could think of right now. At the time of the shot and after seeing the lighted nock hit around the heart area, I willed my self into believing it was a good hit when in reality it wasn’t. After the fact it is obvious to me that I screwed up the shot and got lucky, but nevertheless I also do credit myself for creating the chance to get lucky in the first place, and I am very proud of my buck. Sometimes that’s what it’s all about; give yourself a chance and see what happens. While I have had my share of bad luck experiences with big bucks this time the “deer gods” smiled upon me. Thank you! the mount:

Attached is a picture of my largest buck to date, taken with my bow. The story behind it demonstrates what a true friend and sportsman is. My buddy invited me to go hunting with him on his private land. On the drive out there in the morning he informed me that his back was really bothering him and he didn't feel safe climbing up to his tree stand. He said he really wanted me to hunt out of it, as in his opinion it would give me my best opportunity to get a deer. This friend is the definition of a "trophy hunter" but he stressed repeatedly that I was free to shoot anything that made me happy. It was only about an hour after sunrise when the biggest buck I had ever seen came walking towards me. It all happened so fast I had to litterally sit down, try to stop shaking, and recall what just happened. It took me a while to realize that in all the excitement I had seen the buck fall and sure enough he was laying dead only about 30 yards from the stand. As I already said this was by far my best deer ever but I also knew it was probably on the border as to if my buddy would have shot him. We have all heard stories of friends getting upset when you take a buck that doesn't quite meet up to thier standards, especially from thier property and out of thier stand. A couple hours later I tried to curb my excitement as my friend approached because I really wanted to see his reaction. Well, when he first saw the buck he screamed "yes, you did it!" out loud and immediately started to hug me (and no, neither one of us are known as being huggers). Both of ours excitement just built from there. It really was a toss up as to who was happier, me for getting my best buck ever or him for putting me in a position to get him. As I stated at the start of this post, that to me is the definition of a true friend and a sportsman. PS It took a couple of weeks before he finally admitted that he probably would have let the buck walk. Still, that did not diminish his excitement for me at all!

My Father and I decided to hunt together as usual on the morning of October 12, 2012. I got into the stand about an hour before daylight in hopes to not spook any deer out. It was cool and a little breezy with the wind blowing northeast, which was perfect for this particular stand location. At 7am I had a nice 6pt come behind me with a doe. He was about 50yds out in some thick stuff with no possible shot but I wouldn't have taken one anyway knowing I had better deer on the property. The one I was looking for was this beautiful 8pt that I had gotten trailcam pictures of. Around 7:30 a.m. a doe came in, she kept looking over her shoulder and ended up taking off. “Hmmm... I wonder why she did that?” I asked myself. I found out why about two minutes later when an 8 pointer showed himself at 45 yds. He was not the one I was looking for but a nice 8pt out to his ears. I slowly picked up my bow and got ready for the deer to come in under 40yds and present a broadside shot. As I was waiting, I noticed he kept looking over his shoulder and about 30 seconds later the deer that I had been hunting stepped out in front of him!!!! He was that beautiful 8pt that I had the pictures of and really wanted to shoot. I named him "BLADE" because he had a bladed main beam on the left side of his rack. I put the rangefinder on him and he was at 37yds broadside. I drew back my Bowtech Guardian and let one fly! The deer ran to the middle of the field and just stood there. I thought to myself, “Did I really just miss the deer that I have been dying to shoot?” NOPE, not when I saw the hole that the rage two blade put through him! Suddenly his legs got really wobbly and he could barely walk. He stumbled into the head row and died. He walked a total of about 40yds from start to finish. I was so excited and so happy that I shot this deer! He is the biggest buck I ever got with a bow! YES!!!

I hunted this buck for 3 days on the snow in Perryville, NY... each day tracking him to an empty bed in the same pine wood finger as he swung downwind of me before bedding. On the 4th day, I had only a short time to hunt before dark and decided to come in from the opposite side of the pine woods trying to catch the buck by surprise... I reached the empty bed at a bit before 4pm... I was upset for a second before noticing four other empty beds close by...the buck was with does.. so, with only about 1/2 hour of shooting time left, I decided to get on the tracks and try to run the buck down... off I went on a dead run out the end of the pine woods finger up a small hill to a ridge that ran along a cornfield... I thought to myself that I would keep running on the track as long as it stayed in the woods and didn't cut across the corn which led across the road to posted land. If he stayed in the woods it would lead him to a small ravine and I might catch him on the other side climbing the hill... sure enough the tracks stayed in the woods and I followed running to the edge of the ravine. I looked across the ravine about 125 yards away and there he was standing on the slope of the opposite hill. I pulled up my Rem 870 took aim and fired.. nothing! He just stood there looking away from me... I took a deep breath to relax myself from the five or so minute run.. took aim again and fired... and down the hill he tumbled... at the bottom he got up and started running.. I fired twice more, but he kept running.. with one slug left I took a deep breath, took aim... then suddenly he dropped.. no need for the last slug... later I found that I hit the buck with all three slugs having missed the first time. Rather be lucky than good any day.

yesss! Kill them all and then come down to Schoharie!