goosifer

Porter, Niagara County, 9A. I think the buck was confused and lost, myself.

Well, I got skunked today, but my hunting buddy who joined me for the afternoon shot this guy within 5 minutes of getting in the stand. Best buck he's ever taken, and best buck ever taken from my land. We think this is the same buck he ran into last Saturday. It must of had a harem he was servicing.

Spare set of glasses, just in case. Dunkin donuts gift card, for lunch. Not bad for me this year, so far

Single doe at 186 yards. Too far and too early

All set in stand. Good luck and be safe.

Anyone ever try using a bluetooth speaker with a deer calling app? If so, please comment in https://huntingny.com/forums/topic/41519-recommended-deer-call-apps-for-phone/?tab=comments#comment-978088 Thanks.

Happy Birthday, SW!

Wanted to revisit this issue. Has anyone tried using a portable bluetooth speaker connected to their phone to use a deer calling app? Yesterday, I used a grunt call and then had to freeze for two minutes when the buck looked in my direction in reaction to the call. I was thinking if I had a bluetooth speaker 10-20 yards in front of me, that would be better.

You can put that on airbnb as a romantic couples retreat once it's finished.

Well I had an eventual half day in the woods. Set up on the edge of a field facing west. Hunting buddy about 200 yards to the South, also facing West. He bumps 4 doe getting into the stand. Played a little peekaboo with one of the doe as he was half way up the ladder. He then has two bucks, a small 8 and large 8, run right to his stand. He tagged out last week, so he can't shoot them, He scares them off, and they then start heading my way. I get the text, two 8 pointers headed your way. They cross from left to right, about 60 yards away, 10 yards apart from each other. I do a grunt call and freeze. The little 8 looks at me for maybe 30 seconds and then keeps going. The big 8 stared at me for like two minutes. Finally he starts walking into the field in front of me to my 2 o'clock. He gets to within range, so I thought, and I shot. Clean miss underneath as it turns out. I thought he was at 40 yards, but it must have been closer to 45. I did make a point of aiming a bit low, to my detriment. After the shot, he turned around and galloped away. I was able to watch him for over 150 yards. We did a grid search for blood, hair or my bolt, and found nothing. Then walked the trail I think he took to get away, again nothing. So now we are in the opposite corner of the property, and start to head back towards where we parked. He was leaving for the day and I needed another bolt. He hear's something grunt at him from the thick stuff (overgrown fields). He investigates and ends up seeing a 10 pointer 15 yards away. No shot. He and I tried to flush him out and or get a shot, but no dice. My hunting partner seemed to think there was a hot doe in the area with all the bucks and that the big one wasn't running away. Finally gave up and went for a new bolt and some lunch at the truck. Ended up calling it a day. But what a day it was. Looks like the rut is on in 9A.

It's a beautiful morning in Niagara county.

Back in the 70's, I presume?

Yes. Will go out this Saturday for the first time.

Actually, the moon is waning. Will be a new moon (0% illumination) this weekend, which is supposed to be good for deer hunting.

Can you get a medical exemption so you could use crossbow in 4J?

I'm wondering if the problem is the stainless steel (it's a cheap knife). That's harder to sharpen, literally. I will take another crack at it. Maybe get a larger diamond grit rod.

Anyone have any luck sharpening a gut hook? I've tried with a conical sharpening stone on a dremel, a diamond rod on a dremel, and a diamond file by hand. It's nice and shiny, but not sharp. I'm not the greatest blade sharpener, but I understand the concepts and am generally proficient. Was hoping to be able to carry one less knife with me as this one also has a saw blade on the other side. Any thoughts?

Belated happy birthday, Andrew!

Given the volume of candy I take with me out into the field, I've learned to unwrap the candy in the house and put them all in a ziplock sandwich bag. Years ago, one guy in the group I was hunting with had his teenage son in a blind at the base of his tree stand. The son made a racket the whole day with candy wrappers. I'd eat the kitkat first.

Happy Birthday and happy hunting!

Porter/Niagara County?

Yes, of course. I meant his being with us for longer was not meant to be. We thought he'd have a few more years that he could enjoy. Physically, he was in really good shape for his age.

I know I haven't been around this year, so I don't mean to burden anyone. Since I posted about Frankie in the Show your dogs thread, i figured I'd close the loop. Frankie died Friday from acute onset encephalitis of unknown etiology. In English: out of nowhere, he developed severe inflammation and swelling in his brain, and we have no idea why. We took him to Cornell, but he did not respond to treatment . . . . Frankie was a rescue dog that we had adopted July 31st, less than 10 weeks ago. We estimate his age to be about 10 years old, but we really don't know. We know very little about his past. From what we do know, we suspect that he was a puppy mill stud that was dumped on the streets once he outlived his usefulness. We believe he then lived on the streets for several years. He was picked up off the streets in Virginia this summer. His hair was so long, it had turned into dreadlocks encrusted with feces and urine. (pics 1 and 2). A vet in Virginia shaved, neutered and vaccinated him. He then got shipped to a rescue in the Buffalo area. He cleaned up pretty good. Here is what he looked like when we took him home (pic 3). He was underweight; only about 12.5 pounds when he should have been about 15 pounds. When we got him home, we quickly learned that not only was he not housebroken, but he freely peed in his crate (a common thing for puppy mill dogs kept in crates all day, we were told.) Fortunately, belly bands came to the rescue. He was a very smart dog, and very food motivated, so we were able to get him mostly housebroken with several weeks. We also got him to learn his name (Frankie was a name made up by the rescue agency. Since I didn't have any better ideas, we stuck with it), and to learn how to come when called. He was extremely curious, and a bit mischievous (he liked to steal the pillows off the couch and walk on furniture (pics 4 and 5). He was also extremely loyal. He literally followed me around the house like a puppy (pic 6). Sometimes he'd be sleeping in my office and I would try to sneak out to the kitchen without waking him. Nope, he'd wake up and follow me. From the few clues we have, we figure that prior to our adopting him, Frankie had a very hard, neglected and probably abused, life. The first night he came home, my wife took him out for a last pee for the night. He went behind the shed we have in the corner of our yard. It's like a 6'x6' Rubbermaid shed on top of a 8'x8' deck, leaving about 1' of deck all the way around. After a few minutes, he wasn't coming out from behind the shed, so she went to go check on him. He had curled himself up in a ball and had gone to sleep on the ledge of the deck. He must of thought we were throwing him out for the night. She carried him back inside the house. The first week we had him, he slept in a crate in our bedroom. He then got upgraded to a doggy bed on a loveseat at the foot of our bed, once we found belly bands. When we got him, he was missing 5 teeth, and all 4 of his canine teeth were broken. We had our vet give him a dental. When she was done, she had pulled out 15 broken or rotted teeth, including the 4 canines. Once his gums healed from the surgery after a few days, his appetite kicked up another notch. Given the condition of his teeth, our vet told us his teeth had probably been in constant pain. Despite all the hardships he had endured, he was the most loving, sweetest dog you'd ever meet. He NEVER show any sort of aggression. He rarely even barked. He just wanted to give kisses, and be by your side. Except for food, he never asked for anything. He had no concept of "his". We bought him a bunch of toys, but he wouldn't play tug. If you took his toy, he'd just let you have it. No fetch, either. He did play a little bit with his toys by himself; sometimes, but not much. (pic 7). We are very saddened by his sudden passing. We are especially sad for him. He finally had a home where he was loved, well fed, and well-cared for. After the horrible life he must have had, we think he deserved it. But it was not meant to be. I look at the short time we had him as a gift to us. As much as we gave him, he gave back even more in love and loyalty. Frankie, little buddy, rest in peace.

That's an interesting way to catch deer.

Thanks, Jerkman. Note this is an old thread. I wanted to make a short post tonight, I didn't want to start a new thread for it, so I just resurrected this old thread. Maybe not a good thing to do in retrospect as it can be confusing.