New York Hillbilly

Never been there, but looks like a good choice.

With me still working full time at my age, it would depend on when and where. I would like to attend if it is possible. It looks like you all are north of me, but I am no stranger to the North country.

Yes! I was not able to open this site yesterday either. I too thought it was the end for this group of people to get together here. I went on FB (never saw this site on FB before) to see if anyone was saying anything there. Nothing! So, now that we seemed to have had that close call, what is Plan B if it does happen? Has anyone considered this yet? Sort of like a meeting place to do a head count during a fire drill at work. lol. Even though I don’t get a chance to post a lot, I would hate to lose touch with the few that never abandoned ship. I like almost everyone who remained, enjoy reading the posts, and the back and forth conversations.

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. : )

Happy Birthday!

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas! I wish you and your wife a speedy recovery!

Ever have one of those sits when you just aren’t feeling it? When you keep thinking you should have gone to one of your other stands? Or the way this wind is blowing maybe stayed indoors to watch football? lol.

Good luck this afternoon. I’m headed out again myself.

I kicked out a spot beside a scrubby little bush/tree. It seems to have turned into a funnel of cover they keep using between two of my fields. The wind is not in my favor but it’s too late for me to be moving now. I should at least see deer. I think!! Lol Good luck to who ever is out there this evening.

I’ve been up since 4:30AM listening to the boiler run. Ten degrees outside. I suspect the deer are curled up in balls with their noses tucked in, conserving energy. I’ll approach the cut over corn fields this afternoon from the cornfield side, and try to catch them coming out of the woods.

You would have to be a real hardcore bow hunter to be out there in these temperatures.

I agree! I just texted my buddy a few minutes ago, the same plan. : )

I want to go in the morning, but don’t think I can tolerate 10 degrees for very long. I’m not sure I would want to be gutting or working on one in those temperatures. Anybody planning on braving the cold?

Don’t worry! Don’t believe your lying eyes! There are no drones flying around! You can trust we will tell you the truth! It’s just another conspiracy theory, just like the balloon story! Just like the Covid virus story! Wake up people!

I would think twice about being around that house in the middle of the night with my pants pulled down!

Looking better all the time. For some reason, I can now also picture the addition of a few strands or raw hide with feathers tied to them adorning this creative work. : )

I think I’ll pass. The idea of cheesy feet is rather unappetizing! lol

Thanks for sharing the video. I just came in from plowing snow for over an hour, and it made great watching as I warmed up, drank coffee, and ate my breakfast. Now it’s time to go get ready for work!

I haven’t said anything about this in 9 days. So, I’m not sure why you decided to troll me? I would have anticipated this type of comment or behavior from a bunch that jumped ship for greener pastures, but shocks me coming from you. I didn’t realize there was any bad blood between us, or between me and anyone else on this site for that matter. Especially surprising from you, considering you previously writing to me about coming and hunting coyotes on my land. As far as breaking away from anyone in NY's teat, it’s not that simple. At my age, the thought of being forced to move away from ones children and grandchildren, with the prospect of being faced with dying alone is a sad reality. It's a hard decision for me make, as I suspect it was for the exodus of seniors (and others) who fled to Florida, Tennessee, Texas, Carolina’s, etc, to survive financially, leaving their family behind. The ammunition issue is just the icing on the proverbial cake for me. Learning or not learning to reload is not the rub for me in itself. It is being forced yet once again to suck it up, and find away around the bull$hit that comes from living in this State. Until I read your post to me, I did not plan to mention, or “complain about it” any further here. And, after this response to your question, I will make sure not to speak of it again. I try very hard to avoid being drawn into Pi$$ing contests and controversy these days. I have neither the time, patience, or interest in bickering with others after all that has gone on in the (and my) world over the past decade. I hope I answered your questions. I wish you well. Have a nice day. NYH

Glad to see you went back, and were able to find her.

I was just telling my new (this year) hunting buddy the same memory. I also remember being a little kid, watching and listening in awe as my uncles talked, told deer stories, and laughed while hanging deer in the garage. I remember the fire being lit in me at such a young age to be able to join their hunter ranks. I remember spending hours laying on my grandparents living room floor, reading Field and Stream, and Outdoor Life magazines, with my feet under the end table, keeping them warm by the air blowing out of the register, dreaming and wishing for me to get old enough to go hunting. There was no such thing as youth season back then, and for me the wait only fed my interest and desire for the day to come. I remember my uncles taking me target shooting every now and then before I was old enough to go hunting. I remember them teaching me about firearm safety, and telling me many times if they ever caught me doing something they thought was stupid or reckless with a firearm in my hands they would kick my ass and wrap the gun around my neck. And, I never doubted for a minute their love for me, their concern for my safety and those around us, and the reality that they would make good on their words. They kept me on the straight and narrow. (With me now 65 years old, I remember my uncles who are long since passed, with every approaching deer season, and every time I go hunting.) I remember walking to the armory in Utica when I was 14 to take my hunter safety course, and how proud I was walking home with my card saying I passed. I remember then buying my first hunting license. I remember my youngest uncle taking me to buy my first rifle, a Winchester .22, from a gun shop in Waterville, NY, and then letting me pay him back by working every weekend cutting insulation board for the roofing company where he was employed. I remember my first opening day of deer season with them, and every day they took me after that. I could go on and on. So many memories. On Thanksgiving day, I’m thankful for them.

Good gravy! That buck has a body like a mule deer! Is the time correct, 10:45am?

Happy Thanksgiving to you all, from a very snowy 7m.

I like it. I would back up to it and use it as a back scratcher if it wouldn’t tip over. Better than the doorway!