Pygmy

That wouldn't be an option for me...I only got into one fight in my life and she beat the hell out of me....<<sigh>>....

Fur prices are down.....Many trappers and hunters are not targeting foxes because of that....Big difference from the days when you could average $50- $75 for a fox pelt......Many trappers who remember getting the high prices for fox feel guilty for killing a beautiful red fox for ten bucks or less....

Oh come ON !! I haven't missed a shot with the bow in 15 years..... Of course, I haven't HUNTED with the bow in 16 years....Hehehe...

I extend my most sincere condolences for the loss of your Mom... I have been hanging around these forums for a number of years now, and despite having a large circle of local friends, I consider my internet friends, including some you have mentioned, among my very best friends

The movie was " The Wild Rovers" with William Holden and Ryan O Neal... I don't believe I ever saw William Holden star in a bad movie....

Reminds me of a line from a movie....Can't remember the title at the moment, but it was a western starring William Holden.... A kid told him that he had a great horse and asked him it's name.... William Holden replied " You don't give a name to something that you might have to eat..".....

You best do that, Tacks...I have had two serious infections from butchering game, one from a squirrel, and one from a caribou.... Both times I had throbbing pain at the site of the wound... Both times it cleared up quickly with oral antibiotics, but without them I would have been in the hospital.....

Save the liver for WOLC...

You should have zipped that treacherous squirrel....If it makes you feel any better, I got even with 3 of his cousins this morning with my 16 gauge..

Duck hunting is MUCH more fun than any type of deer hunting... Besides, they are easier to carry home and the decoys are lighter...Congrats on your double !!....

Wow.... Sorry to hear that, my good friend.... And this coming after your recent accident... I hope things work out for you .... Tough news about our buddy Chuck...If you are in contact with any of the old gang, tell them I'm doing fine and thinking about them.. I don't do the facebook thing, so the only ones I talk to often are Gator, Mike Davis, and Reeltime and of course, Slater and The Big Galloot, who live close to me...

Congrats, Rob...Bless her heart..She is a sweetheart...

I hope they're not crotch crickets or bag beetles......

I am no entomologist, but that is what I call a stink bug....Have you sniffed one to check it out ?? <<grin>>...

32 ???... I haven't spent time with a female that young since I was 31, and that was back when Moby Dick was a minnow.... I'd blow her a kiss, but I might collapse from COPD... I have jockey shorts that are older than 32 years old...Hehehehe...

Your sister seems to have a good sense of humor....Does she like to hang around with lecherous old fat guys ?? Just asking for a friend of mine...

He'd have been a DANDY next year....<<grin>>....Congrats on a beautiful buck...

Damn, Rob, you are making my mouth water.... You'd make some lucky guy a great wife...As a matter of fact, I think you are kind of cute.....Nope, forget about it...The Mermaid would kick the crap out of me AND you...<<sigh>>...

For me, THAT is not the question... The question is whether to whip out Little Clarkie and let 'er fly , or piss my pants....

Actually, George did tell me that he didn't like it in Yellowknife, NWT because it was too hot..... He said that he was one of the few residents of Gjoa Haven who "worked" meaning hunted and fished, since most Canadian natives are wards of the Canadian government... He liked that, because he got to fill most of the polar bear tags awarded to that community...He told stories of hunting for days out on the snow covered tundra, using snow machines and living in igloos that they built on the spot.. He said that most of the meat he ate while hunting was sliced thin and eaten raw...To cook meat was a waste of precious fuel , which could be used for more important things like brewing tea...

I am surprised that the "attack cat" isn't running those deer out of the yard, like she did the fisher...

I hunted with George in 1994...A year or two later he appeared in National Geographic magazine dressed in his native sealskin duds... I have not heard of him since then, but there is a good chance he is still alive unless he got eaten by a polar bear or something... He lived in a village called Gjoa Haven up near the Arctic ocean...I was hunting Little Marten Lake in NWT about 50 miles south of the Arctic Circle...He and his fellow guides had to fly SOUTH several hundred miles to work as guides at the camp I was hunting at...

Actually, I'd do the liver on a bet..The stomach contents ?? NOPE....

I was hunting caribou in NWT with an Inuit guide, George Konana... I shot my first caribou, a nice bull... While he was butchering the bull, he set the liver aside, and then punctured the bloated stomach...Caribou bloat almost immediately after they die... They just hit the ground an inflate... He cut off a slice of the raw liver dipped it in the stomach contents, and ate it, and licked his fingers afterwards... George said " There is too much here for me, do you want some..??" I said " **** you, George ".....

Do it, My Friend !! Most of the people I know who have hit drew within the first few years... I applied for about 20 years and never got a sniff.. Finally gave up.....I did draw a tag in new Brunswick the 3rd or 4rth year I applied, but the odds are getting higher there too, and I did not apply this year because the border was closed...