New York Hillbilly

I would be looking close buy at anyone with four wheelers. To move six all so fast means they likely cut the chains, tipped them over and dragged them off intact with the sections secured together. Even though they are portable, anyone familiar with using these types of stands can tell you they are not light. To hustle six out quickly so no to get caught would be a very busy evening, likely the work of a couple of people, with four wheelers, and nearby by those familiar and comfortable with the area. I agree with the comment about them being "scummy". Fitting description for people who would do such a thing. Check with the local scrap yards they might very well tell you if your stuff ended up there, but my guess is they are tossed in a big heap in some ravine by the culprits who took exception to where you were hunting. Good luck, I hope you get your property back and justice .

We"re singing from the same hymnal Wildcats 160!

The first animal I killed was a woodchuck. I was with my hunting mentor, my uncle Pete, and I was 11 or 12 years old at the time. He stood next to me watching the woodchuck through his binoculars, while I lay in the grass staring through the scope mounted to his .22-.250. He quietly coached me through the shot, reminding me to breath in and out slowly, then ease the trigger. It was as if the gun went off on its own and with the shot the woodchuck was no more. I put the safety on and left it on the ground resting on its bipod. Uncle Pete was all over me with the "way to goes", and "damned good shot"as he was patting me on the back. I think he was actually as surprised that I connected, as was I. We walked out to the woodchuck and at the sight of what I had just done, I cried. I'm not embarrassed to say it. He took the opportunity to explain what I just did was right, at many levels. He also said it was ok for me to feel the way I did, and did not make light of or make fun of my reaction. I guess thats why we were so close. To this day I still sit and reflect quietly over the animals I shoot and kill. Thankfully, I no longer fall apart crying like that day. I leave that for when I'm watching movies like "Ole Yeller", "The Biscuit Eater", or "Where the Red Fern Grows". They get me every time....LOL!

Just an observation and not to freak you out, but, you may have another one as big hanging out there. I was just looking at the series of pictures again and noticed something. If you read that bears body language you can see he was looking in the direction of something that was making him mad, or challenged. Look how he goes from ears up and looking off to the side to head down, ears pinned back, third picture in the series. That is the way all the bears I ever saw when I used to bow hunt them, would respond to another bear they saw they needed to get tough with. Any big bear just swaggered in like they owned the joint with a lesser bear around, but if they saw one they thought might give them some lip they would lay there ears back and put their fighting face. I'll bet there is another bear out of range of your camera that the one you see is sizing up and sees as a challenge. Food for thought!

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welcome aboard!

Remington 700 BDL 30-06 scoped

Enjoy my time in the woods is my main goal.

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The short version of a long story. Started out in the housing projects as a child. I won't go into that saga! At 12 or so I started mowing lawns and shoveling sidewalks. Then started my own "worm business", picking at night and became pretty well known as the kid to go to when the bait shop ran out. LOL. Spent a summer on an uncles dairy farm and then several summers cleaning stalls on an area horse farm. Worked doing residential and commercial heating and boiler work, got my state certification in all position welding and worked as a pipe fitter. Then went to work in a factory where I basically bathed in toxic chemicals and ran lead and other heavy metals thought my hands every day for about eight years for a guy who became a multi millionaire while I worried about developing cancer, as several of my coworker friends did, and died. It was there I was quite an outspoken rebel as I protested the unprotected exposure to the stuff we worked with. It was there in a fit of rage one of the big bosses cornered me at my work station and yelled in very direct offensive terms filled with expletives that I was "nothing but a machine operator and that's all you'll ever be....on off on off ...click...click...click...click.. Now shut your f...n mouth and run the f... n machine". After all those years, I quit. In part because of the my being viewed as "nothing" and also out of need to take care of my then handicapped son. I became an LPN. I loved nursing! I rather make half the money and help people than poison myself for twice as much for people who viewed me as non human and all to make one man rich, and a handful of his henchmen financially comfortable. Since that time, over the past 23 years, I've worked my way through college from LPN to Masters Degree Board Certified Psych NP, and will be completing my doctorate hopefully in a little over a year. It is very long hours, huge responsibility, and very stressful most of the time. But I still love my work and the feeling of helping others! I'm very lucky to have found my niche in life. Oh, and once I finish my doctorate I would love to write a book about my experience, especially my time at the factory. In fact I would dedicate the forward to the man who said I would never be anything, and remind him of what he said to me that day, and sign my name and list after it.... A.A.S., B.S. Nursing, M.S.N., FPMHNP-BC, LPN, RN, DNP. Click.....click!!!! Oh.....and for the record, I'm 54. Message here is to believe in yourself even when others don't, never give up your passion or dream once you have found it no matter how hard the path, and you are NEVER too old!

WNYBuckHunter.......perhaps nothing to you LOL, but a lot to me! Just sharing my story. To each there own as far as eating raw meat goes. Exactly how fresh is fresh is really sort of a guessing game I think unless you kill it and butcher it yourself. I used to even like my burgers a little red inside at one time, but after my episode, no more for me. For those that do like it though......bon appetit!

NO NO NO!!!! I had a buddy show up at camp once years ago with a pile of so called "smoked venison". He said he smoked it in just a couple of hours and let me tell you it was RED inside. He left it out on the table saying it didn't need refrigeration and like an idiot I ate on the the stuff for days. Well lo and behold I got sick like nobody's business. I went to the house and puked, crapped, and sweated for days, and was having all kinds of nightmares in a food poisoned delirium. Days later the fever broke and I asked my wife what she was thinking and why she didn't call for an ambulance. I was not kidding! She told me she figured every time I ever got the flu I told her to leave me alone to sweat it out, and she thought it was the same thing. WOW....I have not eaten smoked venison since that time prepared by anyone since then and will NEVER again as long as I live. No sitting out on the table red meat for this guy!

12 out of 13 myself! Fun but not true as far as "always" able to tell bucks from does by presence of "dew claws" in tracks is concerned. There are some pretty small, light weight bucks out there in comparison to the does on my property. If it's a big mature buck, yes. But these little skippers.....no!

Looks like it ran head first into the side of a car or something, and messed it's skull up. Whatever the case, I agree that it is one ugly looking situation.

Cracks me up....."float like a butterfly.....punch like a flea....jack! That Sy is a riot!

Welcome to the site...............lol! PS....if I had a DMP in either of those areas I would have given it to you just because of the welcome wagon that just ran you over. Peace!

Nice bucks!!!! Giving me the itch! Hey...ncountry, I just noticed your just down the street from me. I stayed in Red Mills all summer since moving up this way. I guess there are deer up here after all, judging from your wall, Nice!

Which leaves go with that plant. I cant' tell from the picture. Are they the little 5 pointed ones on the left or the bigger light green ones on the right? If they are the little leaves (5 pointed), Virginia Creeper?

"Udder" catastrophe!

Hey Crappyice...... Now that is just too freaky. Lol! That guy could be hunting out of your stand and use his ear hair for a pull up rope. Lol!

I have an uncle who has white/ yellow hair hanging so much and so far out his ears it looks like corn silk. My mother used to tell us boys clean your ears before potato's grow in there. Maybe he grew corn instead! I think I'll give him a new nic name....."Husky"!

Hey Grow...... I was just funnin with ya! I needed a good chuckle yesterday because it was a rough day, and your little scenario did the trick. Thanks! I even thought about when I got up today and wondered if the "hamsters" we're still there or if I caught them in the live trap I set with sunflower seeds as bait, on the night stand by the head of my bed last night. Lol!!!!

Wow.... Where did this all come from? Lol! Now I think you should change your name from "growalot" to "smokes a lot". Judging from this post we now know what your "growing", and "what your smoking". Lol!

good luck in your decision.

To me they look no different than a bunch of petroleum industrial storage tanks. I laugh at the idea of selling them as "wind farms" as a means of painting a pretty picture for people.