Suilleabhain

You had me at the topic. Thought you were for real fired

Things take strange turns at times. Thye bride is Irish born, Brooklyn raised and her idea of outdoors is an open-air shopping mall. Last Saturday I think it was, I taped a bunch of Top Shot shows. So, I'm sitting there watching this and the bride comes in and sits down. Now, when I'm watching hunt shows she usually breezes thru but doesn't pay attention. Top Shot caught her eye. After watching 3 shows in a row, I get up and she says "don't stop now I want to see how this ends" So we play thru to the finale where Big Mike screws up loading the Bennelli and the young guy cleans his clock. Next thing she does is go to the TV listing to start DVR'ing Top Shot. I said, you know, we can drive up to the club and do this anytime you want. I can see she'll have my Ruger and a brick of 22's and I'll have a book to read and sore fingers from clip loading.

I like the kidneys too. I split them, brush them with butter and pepper. They go in the broiler for a minute or two until they get real brown on top. Kidneys are 1st thing after the clean-up, liver is for shoot night's dinner and next days breakfast and the heart gets done when I get home.

My wife is on it....always. Its great for talking with Ireland & Scotland but getting the 'look at this' crap is too much. I could care less that my nephew went out and got crocked on Friday night. So I sit down in front of the TV while she is on and it turns out she has the TV crammed with the Kardashians, Joan Rivers and all that Idol crap she is saving on DVR. So I have to read.

Wait a cotton-pickin minute. You were just a grand-dad and the next thing is you're on a PIG HUNT. LMAO!! You surely are either blessed or about to get your arse handed to you.

heart-stopper today, bacon, liver and eggs

That is one hot spot. I get a kick out of raccoons. When I lived in Merrick I had a pine tree outside my dining room window. A mother and 5 kits would come by at night and while we were eating dinner the kits would hang upside down from the pine limbs and watch us eat thru the window. They did some damage to the tops of my trash bins though. Chewed some pretty good holes in them.

I agree. Had to see that one coming

I have eaten 4 types of NY deer. Long Island come in flavor varieties. The south shore deer that eat a lot of the wild beach plums and such have very dark meat, the one I had was ebony colored and it was gamey to the max. I had another from the farm areas and he was good, lighter in color. I've had lower Catskill hardwoods deer and they are better, normal colored meat. And I've had agro deer from Erie County, the best of them all.

must have had some neck to carry that weight

Yeah, strange how the brain is trained to see words.

Noah M. Stone. Mine's just the Gaelic version of me name.

Wow that was cheap front to back.

Oh am I gonna have another chapter for this!!!! Just booked 10 days in Ireland. Right off the bat we called my wife's aging aunt in Scotland and said Lily we're coming home for a visit. Her joyous reply at seeing her niece for the first time in 40 years was " Oh Patricia I'm not up to having company and there isn't a hotel between here and Glascow" So much for thinking we would fly to Scotland for two days and stay with the family. This should be good....Oh and did I tell you there is a family feud over the old house in Carlow?

Grouse, when you say $600, is that all in including the price of the gun or just the re-finish? I was thinking of getting a military rifle and doing the same as you, just curious on the cost. By the way, great work, sharp looking piece

Been keeping tabs on the bears coming up from Pa to my brother's place in Erie Cty the past few years. One got hit by a car about 2 mi from his place 3 years ago. He had his compost pile torn apart a few years ago but he never saw sign. Two seasons back I pick a tree to hang my stand in and at the base of the tree there was a nice pile with the berry seeds in it just like Lawdwaz pic. Last year I pick a spot for my blind and out in front there's a log that was torn to shreds, guy was digging for bugs and grubs.

Now they deserve to be mounted. Congrats on those two

Land, I think I may have left that one.

Don't you love it!!!! Almost as bad a s a friend of mine who drew down on a buck, pulled the trigger and heard CLICK!!! Helps when you chamber a round after you load the magazine.

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That's a damn good question. I heard back some time guys were buying lion crap from the zoos and mixing it with water.

Is the 35 Rem a rimmed cartridge like the 30-30? I do like that Marlin, was looking at them in Fur, Fin & Feather upstate offered for $335.00 scoped, used. He had a half dozen of them

Yeah I wasn't thrilled myself

Just got an e-mail from Gander, sale is on. Some walk-in only deals

Some time around 1987 I came down with some disease, condition, calamity that damn near killed me. Was supposed to be chronic for the trest of my life and the only treatment was high dosages of Prednisione over a long period of time, which will kill you or, go in teh hospital and have an I.V. with liquid gold pumped through me which would make all my skin peel like a burn patient and, no doubt kill me. Anyway, it all went away and it turned out it was just stress related. I just bought a new house at the same time I was working a high stress job 60 hrs a week. Anyhoo, the story goes, my brother went to a half decent spot on our property along a stream in a fairly deep ravine that no one really hunted. He shoots a 5-ptr. Next season, I finally get to hunt after this illness but I'm still on the Prednisone at this time and I weigh 225-lbs with a size 18 neck. I'm usually about 180, Prednisone will do that to you. So my brother says why don't you hunt where I shot that deer, its a short easy walk. Prednisone will affect your heart too. So I say cool, they give me a whistle to call if I shoot. John goes left out of the house, me and the old man go right on the 4X4. We park, walk in, I drop him off and continue about 100 yards. Now you have to picture this spot, looking uphill there's the stream and hemlocks on the right and hemlocks on the left that come down and meet in a point. With hardwoods in between Its like sitting at the tip of a triangle about 200 yards long. There's no good place to sit, so i pick a rise in the dirt that's about 3 feet above everything else and sit and dig my heels in facing uphill. I figure anything comes is either going to run the stream or sneak down the edge of the other hemlocks and funnel right to me. Its Wednesday, we're going home tomorrow, haven't seen crap. I have a doe permit. About an hour in, I figured it right. I have a BIG doe and a average spike run downhill and they are right in my lap as I get the gun up. I want this doe bad but she's only 25 feet away and every tree she steps behind blocks any decent shot. All I get is ass and nose. The spike gets nervous and hops 20 feet to my left. I swing on him and the doe steps out. I swing back to her and she goes behind a tree. Aft6er what seemed like forever I said screw it, swung back on the spike and bang. Down he goes, doe takes off. I blow that whistle until my cheeks give out, nothing. Dress out the deer, sit back down cause I still have my buck tag. While later I see orange coming thru the trees it's another member, Tommy. He knew I shot was going back to the house, nice deer, usual blah blah. 20 minutes later I hear the 4X4, John pulls up. I said I blew that freakin whistle, where's Dad. John says he never heard the shot, hump was sleeping as usual. Anyway, fast forward to next season, we're on the porch in the dark getting our gear on. Say to John where you going, he's going left. Say to the old man where are you going he says your spot. Why you claim jumping, spot stealing, mugger!!! Took my spot. We built him a blind, he hunted there 'till he couldn't hunt no more shot plenty of deer. Then he starts missing. First year he had the scope on 9X and a deer at 50 feet. Couldn't see naything but brown. Next time he misses two at like 50 or 60 feet. We get him on the range, put out a deer target and said shoot. Bullet hits in front of the front leg where the brown meets the white on the target. No man's land. Again, same result. How the hell did the scope get knocked off sight. John takes a heart shot on the target, heart shot. Perplexed he turns to the old man and says Where are you aiming? Answer right where the bullet hit, I don't want to waste meat. After a lot of WTF and G7dammits. We get him to waste a little meat. Anyway if you are in Livingston Manor and you hear someone talking about Louie's Sweet Spot, its not a strip joint, its where my old man thought to place a bullet and save some meat.