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Mom and Triplets are good to go as of Christmas! Pretty surprised they are intact, a good Mom.

I just had some smoked hind quarters from log city. Man was it good. Neighbor had it done and it sure was worth it. Taking a 1/2 hour power nap then going for a walk in the woods. Would like to see a few tonight. Don't plan on shooting would just like to watch. GL guys.

ON THE MURDER OF ROBERT BROOKS That thing where they had his handcuffed arms pulled up backward over his head, the North Vietnamese did that to John McCain and our other prisoners of war. And the boot stomp to the groin, while he’s bound and restrained, Solzhenitsyn wrote about that happening in Stalin’s prisons. And the standing around, maybe grinning, doing nothing, assenting through inaction, that’s what they had at Auschwitz. And at Marcy. An anonymous backwater New York prison where a few weeks ago a 43-year-old inmate from Rochester seems to have been sadistically and systematically beaten to death by a handful of corrections officers. He was Robert Brooks, and he was seven years into a 12-year sentence for savagely stabbing his girlfriend. It was charged as attempted murder and pled to assault and he went away. He came back a few days ago, in a box. Today, his family is memorializing him. A few days ago, they watched the video of him being killed. The video that has since spiraled around the Internet, sickening all who see it and revealing a horror that few could imagine and none can deny. In the prison system of the State of New York, under a weak and unpopular governor and an acting corrections commissioner up to his eyeballs in nepotism, under a legislative scheme that has overcrowded prisons, undercut correctional officers and stripped most legal means of disciplining prisoners. Not in some dark and distant unenlightened day, but this month, in this country, while Christmas music played on the radio. A savage, methodical beating conjured up in the depths of hell. A powder keg that made the old people think of Rodney King and the young people think of George Floyd. A handful of uniformed white guys beating a handcuffed and barely conscious black man. One monster rearing back like a mule and putting a karate side kick into his crotch, rupturing his scrotum. That was on America’s phones, and on its evening news, and forever on its heart. Somehow, the prisons of New York had become so poorly governed, the screening and supervision of correctional officers so failed, that this could happen. That it could be carried off in a manner that seemed almost commonplace. That such torture as this could be happening amidst a group of more than a dozen professionals and not a one of them had the morals, the courage or the integrity to object or come to this man’s aid. It was a nightmare come true, a nightmare that took a man’s life and from which his family can never escape. A nightmare that lends credence to claims of institutional racism and a criminal justice system designed to warehouse and degrade black Americans. I, personally, don’t believe those claims. But I can’t deny this event, and I can’t argue against the conclusions people might draw. When word first came that an inmate had died, I said that I wasn’t confused about who the good guys were, and that until we got more information we needed to give the correctional officers the benefit of the doubt. I almost immediately heard from people in the criminal justice community, people who also wear uniforms or go into courts to seek justice for victims. I learned that Robert Brooks had been handcuffed when he was assaulted, and I learned the specifics of the injuries, and I learned the horrific details of the video, and I reported all these things, and then we all saw the video ourselves. It turned out I had been confused about who the good guys were. It turned out that the most progressive state in the nation has possibly the most oppressive prison system. At least it did that day in that room in the case of that man. As I watched and rewatched the video, I couldn’t help but notice the American flag on the uniform jackets of the correctional officers. I was enraged that these men had disgraced that flag by carrying it into such a dishonorable deed. But it is what it is, a reality to which we all are now witnesses. And justice must be done. The officers involved ought to spend the rest of their lives in prison. The commissioner and his siblings should be fired. The Department of Corrections should be overhauled from top to bottom. The legislature should impose greater accountability standards for both inmates and officers. The prisons should be properly staffed and funded, and cameras should be everywhere all the time. And the governor should be held accountable. This was on her watch. This is her state government. She rules with an iron fist, and she is responsible for this. this was copied from a local rad dudes writing

Yea me too ,, but it didn’t look like he was resisting at all He was cuffed behind his back ,,, don't these officers realize they will probably do jail time , lose pensions , lose jobs … They have to know they are not going to get away with this

Yeah, I saw that on X yesterday; pretty messed up. Having said that, I am VERY much a law and order guy and advocate harsh sentences be meted out to offenders committing violent crimes, but it appears that these guys may have went a bit overboard in their attempts to get him to comply .

Or, you could do some hunting while doing something else ala Honest Abe Lincoln!! Read somewhere that he used to bring a squirrel gun with him enroute to school everyday and hunt squirrels on his way there and home!!

Now that a good number of bucks have dropped antlers here, I take my best pair of binos with me. If light conditions are such, or any doubt in my mind at all, I don't shoot. Had a six one half year old, that I had two encounters with at 275 yards. Shots were not safe, so forced to back down. Know the deer well. Sure he has lost his horns also. Era on the side of caution, is my moto

Great pic!! thank you for sharing

Friday afternoon sit produced a lot of eating machine young ones. A few antlerless bucks and yearly doe also came in. The bucks seem alot more at ease without their horns. Saturday am. brought in a surprising number. With the thaw in progress, easier eating without having to paw through the snow. Looks like tonight could be a good sit, if the winds stay light.

I planned to hunt this morning. But with a house full of family sleeping here since last night, I didn’t want to disturb anyone. I’ll grab a couple hours this evening. 7M

The shows achieve their objective. They are entertainment, and fun to watch for many people. Very true! While salmon do fill many peoples freezers every year, at least on the Kenai Peninsula, and can take a big load of the food bill, there is always McD’s, Dairy Queen, and scores of other restaurants/diners, etc. to keep you fed. Other than the, they are going to starve if you don’t get a moose, squirrel, spruce chicken, rabbit sort of show material, the other stuff, like working around their homestead, is pretty much on point. I would cross paths from time to time in the community with some from the Last Frontier, and they always struck me as nice, friendly people, going about their daily lives just like everyone else. I even sent a note on a napkin telling him we enjoyed his show and paid for Ottos’ lunch one day at Rockys Cafe, when me and my wife were there eating. : )

My Buddy and I got a few productive hours in before the rain came down. Lone injured male I called in after hearing it barking during set up of our first stand of the night. 143 yards. SJC

It looks very active and family oriented...I particularly took notice of the monthly winter steak bakes and sportsmans flea markets!

I think The Last Alaskans was the only realistic “wilderness” show. The others- Last Frontier, Mountain Men, and other such shows are pretty much staged.

You have to wonder if hunting, fishing, and trapping would become more like a job when you have to rely on it for eating. Maybe it becomes more of a job than a hobby. I have to say that the landscape and scenery would be pretty easy to enjoy. The feelings of self-reliance would have to provide a certain amount of satisfaction. But a steady diet of fish and caribou sure seems to leave a lot of other vitamins and minerals lacking. Most of them have no garden, so they either buy vegetables from somewhere or have a supply of wild greens and such to balance their diet. Also, I am surprised at the nice shiny new snowmobiles and ATVs that most of them seem to have at their disposal. Looking at the prices they are getting for those things you have to wonder where they are getting the money to afford them.

Gotta really wonder just how reliant they are on the land. I was on a fishing trip in Alaska several years back and the subject came up. The Captain and first mate laughed about one fellow that was on one of those shows. Basically the show had a lengthy segment of one fellow out hunting squirrels. The show made it out like getting a squirrel was a life and death issue. Long story short, they knew the guy and said he could have walked into town and bought a burger in less time than the show made it look like he was squirrel hunting!

I often think of how different it was when you didn't have the safety net of being able to return to civilization if the life got too hard. There was no one to call to come save you if you got into trouble. No planes flying in provisions or carrying you to a hospital if you got sick. Much different when it is a choice and not the reality of life. Still an impressive feat if you can do it.