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Don't u bring me into this. You have no idea the hours I've spent weeping because of the mockery I've gotten on this site. This slander talk cuts me, to my core. I may post like it doesn't bother but deep down I am broken. The only uplifting thing I look forward to here anymore is to see if wolc has killed any delicious, tasty, tender and sweet button bucks,and of course what their chest girth was. I also like pygmy. He's seems nice. I bet him and I could have some good times rolling through towns in my van. No, it doesn't have windows... And yes, it has free WiFi. ( Candy is no longer a viable tool ). But other than that, you guys are all a bunch of jerks. Except for the member formerly known as FSW, he hates everybody. I appreciate his consistency. Sent from my XT1650 using Tapatalk

One time I decided to take my G/F with me woodchuck hunting on my bro-in-laws family farm. We could see the chucks dotting the field from the road when we pulled in, so I wasted no time holding her hand once the car door shut. I made a quick run around the barn and down the tractor path where my skinny azz slipped through the fence and into the cow pasture. She was a bit of a curvey gal that couldn't quite keep up with my bunny like speed, so being the gentleman that I am, I rushed her along from the pasture as she chugged down the dirt road to the field edge. Keeping my eyes on the chucks, I turned around at the last second when she finally caught up and grabbed ahold of the electric fence with both hands to crawl through the strands! I thought I was gonna have to kick her in the ass to get her to let go as her body stood there trembling from how ever many volts of electricity were lighting her up! That was the ABSOLUTE funniest thing I've ever seen in my life! I was laughing so hard I was crying......, and she was crying just because I think she lost all control of her bodily functions and fluids,lol.

Back in the mid-80s, four of us guys from work went on a moose bowhunting trip. We went to a place in Ontario Canada called Shining Tree. That was the location of our outfitter's camp (legally compulsory). We got our licenses and then drove for miles on some dirt road to a good sized lake, parked the trucks, unloaded an 8 foot motor boat which towed two canoes a few miles to the other end of the lake, a 150 yard portage into another lake and then all the way to the end of that lake. We pulled up to an open spot on the shore and pitched a tent camp. We were in deep! Now, flash back a few weeks before we left. I had a dog that loved to play tug-of-war with an old towel. While she was doing this, she would work up a terrible low growl with snarling and all kinds of menacing sounds that were absolutely ferocious. So using a portable tape recorder, I taped a long tug-of-war session, and hid the tape player in my sleeping bag. So that first night in camp jillions of miles from anywhere, we were all sitting around the campfire swapping stories and remarking how desolate this place was with absolutely no sign of humans or civilization. Pretending that I had to go out into the darkness to take a leak, I snuck the tape player with me. I had put a 15 minute empty leader on the front of the tape so I could get back to the fire and everybody would just forget that I had even been out there. All of a sudden there was this loud, bone-chilling, terrible, snarling, and growling threat coming out of the darkness not all that far from the camp. The damn thing was loud and really quite terrifying. Of course this was a bowhunting trip so there were no guns, and everyone was diving for flashlights, knives, arrows, and any defensive thing they could lay there hands on. The panic was hysterical, but I kept myself under control and played along. Then with my best conjured up bravado, I volunteered to go out into the darkness and chase the thing away from the camp. Hey man, just like John Wayne. Amazingly enough, the others followed as back-up …… but way-way back. Stalking my way in the pitch darkness, I finally got to the tape player and dove on it and wrestled around on the ground a bit before I finally held up the player and declared the intruder dead. Things got a bit tense for a few minutes as they all discussed throwing me in the lake. But they all took it well and realized that they had been had. Fortunately I didn't wind up in the lake and it is something we still joke about whenever we run into each other.

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I was duck hunting with my uncle, who had only hunted ducks once or twice in his life. After a slow morning on one swamp, we drove to another to check it out and spotted a single bird swimming around at the far end.. It seemed to be the only game in town, so we planned a stalk.. We emerged from cover within range of the bird and I saw my uncle standing, gun ready, looking at it...I immediately realized it was a coot rather than a duck, not worth shooting, so I said to Uncle Rodger, " Coot".... BANG !! He plastered the bird on the water....Somewhat taken aback, I said " Didn't you hear me say it was a coot ?" Uncle Rodger, who didn't know a coot from a canvasback, said " Coot ? I thought you said SHOOT !! " True story.....

A old coonhunter I knew who has since passed was out hunting one night and lost his dog. (This was before the days of tracking systems). So he walks back to his truck and drives around the block stopping occasionally to listen for the dog. He would wait for a little bit, drive some more, wait a little bit, and drive some more. This went on for about four hours and since he couldn't hear him anywhere decided to give it up and try again first thing in the morning. He pulls in his driveway shuts the truck off and the dog jumped out of the back. At one of the times he stopped the dog jumped in and he never knew it was there. Who knows how long he was driving around with him in the back

Stuffed pork loin, twice baked potatoes and green beans almandine. Before picture. I’ll try to get after cooked pictures but no guarantee. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

Damnit all, you promised you wouldn’t post that.........

Depew I believe. TurkeyFeathers deserves the most credit for setting it up. Sodfather came, TCIII, Me, Moog, Phade, Jeremy, GMen, Culvercreek, Pygmy, Moho, Lawdz, Larry (now Nomad), and several others..... Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

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Quiche bitches! Lol Had to do it! Smoked applewood sausage blended with eggs and spinach and cheese dip. Damn damn good. And a side of venison breakfast sausage. Don't judge me.......

Three guys in a 15' Coleman canoe coming back with two deer in the boat along the Erie canal. There wasn't more than an inch of 'freeboard', and a beaver starts calmly swimming along beside us just checking out the situation.The beaver starts to slap his tail on the water, repeatedly, as if he was intentionally trying to swamp the boat. Of course my buddy takes a swing at the beaver with his paddle. Let's just say the ballast was suddenly redistributed and we all went swimming. We weren't far away from safety and my truck had a good heater so we all survived, and I imagine the ghost of the beaver is still getting a chuckle out of it as well.

This one's for my Dad who just had a double lung transplant this morning: "To faith, family, a tenacious positive attitude and many more years to come. Salut!" In the spirit of respecting TF's prior post about his parents, please no quotes or comments. Prayers are more than enough.

I am more than happy to participate in some good natured jokes at my expense and the expense of others that choose to participate. Since Grow hasn’t chosen to participate, let’s pick on Biz, Big Val, Jerkman TF, Rob, tree guy, me or anyone else that enjoys it and is on here. Reminds me of my college buddies or the locker room. We all picked on each other CONSTANTLY. If we didn’t, there would be nothing to say. But no one took it seriously. So have at it, but no fat jokes. I have heard em all (unless you really have something original).

My “use up what’s left in the fridge” lunch. Shrooms and venison. Was darn good.

Korean Russians whacked it Thank god the Beer thread made it through

This is a sad story about teens illegally shooting deer to use as bait to illegally kill eagles - http://www.miamiherald.com/news/nation-world/national/article195484319.html On the bright side, here are some photos from this week. Some coyotes and a fisher, and a few bald eagles and ravens. We are getting a few golden eagles but I haven't gotten any good shots that I can share. Maybe soon.

My old Mathews MQ-32 is only 9 years old and still killing deer, so I probably have a lot of other things that are more worthy of spending my cash on. Hopefully it will be the bow that I am clutching in my cold dead hands up on the hill on my last hunt ..... lol.

For Release: IMMEDIATELY, January 19, 2018 Contact: Mike Fraser, office: (518) 455-3751; cell: (518) 859-8518 SAFE ACT DEADLINE CAUSING CONCERNS ACROSS NY Legislative Column from Assembly Minority Leader Brian M. Kolb (R,C,I,Ref-Canandaigua) When the SAFE Act was passed in 2013, few expected its implementation to go smoothly. The secretive and offensive process by which the bill was rammed through the Legislature was only the beginning of the issues to come. Today, localities around the state are preparing to overcome yet another logistical nightmare the SAFE Act has created, thanks to a cumbersome pistol recertification process that is causing problems for both gun owners and municipal officials. It’s no surprise the law is, again, a point of contention for New Yorkers as it was haphazardly passed in the dead of night with little time for legislative input or public discussion. As a result of the SAFE Act’s passage, gun owners are required to recertify their pistol permits with the New York State Police by January 31. COUNTY CLERKS ARE UNDER THE GUN The recertification requirement might have sounded like a good idea to politicians drafting a bill in Albany. But the practical application of the law isn’t going over well with the men and women who actually have to carry out these new duties. County clerks across the state, who will verify the information submitted to the State Police, have expressed frustration over the tremendous administrative burden the provision will create. In addition, there are legitimate concerns that too many gun-owners are unaware of the requirement and unsure of how to proceed. I have written to Gov. Cuomo recommending that the state extend the deadline one year to give county clerks, many of whom were newly installed just a few weeks ago, a chance to prepare for the full brunt of this unfunded mandate thrust upon them. Further, sheriffs, clerks and other local officials have struggled to adequately answer questions from gun owners, as the law is simply too unclear. More time and information are needed before moving forward. Otherwise, we risk doing far more harm than good. DESPITE FLAWS, IT’S CRITICAL TO COMPLY WITH REQUIREMENTS Since its inception, I have said the SAFE Act is the worst piece of legislation I have ever seen. The law does more to punish law-abiding gun owners than keep New Yorkers protected. Its original language was so convoluted that the bill, at times, contradicted itself. As a result of the recertification provision, which requires paperwork on guns already legally obtained, owners risk confiscation of their weapons. This is an affront to law-abiding gun owners and our Constitutional rights. Further, failure to recertify could potentially carry a felony conviction, which would result in the forfeiture of all firearms. I will continue to advocate for common-sense laws that protect New Yorkers while respecting the Second Amendment. Until the SAFE Act is repealed, replaced or amended, the governor must consider the ramifications the January 31 deadline carries. And, to legal gun owners, I call upon you to stay apprised of the many requirements the SAFE Act imposes and encourage you to comply with the law until a more effective and judicious system is implemented. What do you think? I want to hear from you. Send me your feedback, suggestions and ideas regarding this or any other issue facing New York State. You can always contact my district office at (315) 781-2030, email me at [email protected], find me by searching for Assemblyman Brian Kolb on Facebook, and follow me on Twitter. -30- Contact Assembly Minority Leader Brian M. Kolb District Office: 607 West Washington Street, Suite 2, Geneva, NY 14456, Phone: (315) 781-2030 Albany Office: 933 Legislative Office Building, Albany, NY 12248, Phone: (518) 455-3751 E-mail: [email protected] Find me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter

No Zima ? Wine cooler ? Disappointed as they go better with Pamprin

Do you say, “blended with eggs?” We’re losing him boys!!! Hold on Rob..Don’t forget the hunt and fish part of your name...soon you may become “neilandbob_who_used_to_hunt&fish” Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

C'mere coyote, fox, or raccoon or other legal game species. You Can't Beat My Meat!!!

Sweet and sour chicken done in the instapot over wild rice and a side of green beans.

And you didn't salvage the LIVER ??,,,DAMN !!!...

Not to sound like a dick, but that little fawn might have been dying before the dog came along to do it a favor by finishing it off. It hasn't exactly been an easy winter for them so far, and I'm sure it's taking a toll on a number of them. Ultimately the dog will take the blame/credit for the kill, but I'd almost be willing to bet there was more going on there than just that.

I did drink one of these on the 26th and lived to tell about it

Somebody had to make it!

@Belocheck out archery talk classified adds I just picked up a 2016 Prime Rival in mint condition for $400. Will be here on Monday , lots of deals on that site. These guys get sick of there $1000 bows in 2 years..

Heck no. That potato soup was awesome. Daughter requested this one. I flew all the way to Africa to hand pick these peanuts too. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

To build on Wooly's 'electrifying' story, did any of you, ahem, advanced fishermen ever have the electric worm-getters? We used them all the time. Wood handle and a steel rod with the hot AC wire taped to it. Shove it into the ground and up come the nightcrawlers. Having your buddy dare you to grab it or pee on it was the drawback. Especially if you were stupid. I was a teenager, I have an excuse.

Did you get a second date?

Two blondes came across a set of tracks. 1st one said they might be moose tracks. 2nd one said it's definitely deer tracks. 1st one said no, I'm pretty sure they're moose tracks. They were still arguing when the train hit them.

Here's one for you, TJ: Is this your meat by chance?

I was out of my go to Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill.

I sure hope at some point you eastern NY'rs can kill a deer during this late season. We gotta wrap this thing up at some point.........

Maybe they will, that’s all I was hoping for. Remind people to keep their dogs home where they belong Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk Pro

Does Pygmy know about that beer ?

Seems like they would at least look around the neighborhood and ask a bit.

8 1/2 years old ? Mrs Nomad would maybe move it to the front of the shelf , so it gets used before the 10 year mark .

The deep state is no joke

O yea I can believe it its all most a open Secret even on Wikipedia it even says Anderson Cooper worked for the cia before getting the news job and now he is on cnn from what I understand once your in the cia its for life . .

As we say on the FD, worry when they’re not breaking your stones.....

two hundred yards , or just being out of sight from camp is plenty far to be disoriented at times. there was a small area where I used to hunt that had a number of steep small hills very close together, thick with pines. If the sun wasn't out it was very easy to get turned around there, and I knew that area like the back of my hand. Usually I just stood still to wait for the sound of traffic on the nearby road to orient myself. I have a GPS, (several actually), and although they have their purpose, for hunting the compass still reigns supreme. GPS still can be sensitive to weather/ overcast and tree coverage. Batteries die, electronics malfunction. Nowadays you can get maps of any area to orient yourself to landmarks, and a quick glance at the compass bearing before leaving the car/ cabin gives you your direction. No fumbling with gloves, punching anything in, stone cold reliable and a basic outdoor skill everyone should know. No place I hunt has cell phone reception, and of course they are prone to the same battery foibles of everything else.

There is a brewery in Chester that brew a beer called gimme somoa that. Tastes like the girl scout cookie. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

No shit thats a real thing?! Sweet! You Can't Beat My Meat!!!

Beer is my diet "ace in the hole". If i ever really needed to lose weight id switch to booze

I have to manyto list,We were out of school for Thanksgiving and my dad and family/friends went out for a day of hunting,I was 10 at the time and my mom also hunted she stayed back to prep/cook dinner she got every thing cooking baking and said lets take a walk and see if the deer are eating apples today Mom gets me allset in my clothes and puts her jacket and boots on we go over the road to the apple orchard and not even 20 feet from the road she says stop shouldered her 20 singleshot Bang is all I herd Mom shot an alfa doe fun times

If I had to dream it would be something big with a bow in Alaska or a trip to habitat flats on a flooded timber or rice field hunt.

Yea, good door prizes