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Trout like powerbait, little trout and I guess big trout alike. He caught a fish, turned out to be a new state record. I have drifted that stretch of the lake a hundred times and I would have, as most here would have, loved to have caught that big ol' brown. but you do have to respect the guy in my opinion. not for his mastery of the brown diet and foraging habits, or for the selection of a unheard of technique to catch it, but because he caught it on 4 lb test without breaking it off. I've lost a ton of "world record" fish by breaking off my line. (as long as you never see it, it is common knowledge that ANY fish that breaks your line was in fact a world record). The cool thing about this whole story is that he truly did make the most of the chance he was given with this incredible fish. I woulda broke the line and let a couple of choice words fly if it was me that had the chance with that brown.

When I used to hunt them regularly was when I lived down in Louisiana. Of course there are a ton of hogs down there, unlike here thank goodness. There were two main ways I would hunt them if I didn't have my cur dog with me. First is I would go deer hunting. You are guaranteed to see nothing but hogs when you are going out for deer down there. The second way though is less frustrating and takes less time. I would simply go out to different types of pipeline right of ways or telephone pole right of ways and walk them. Sooner or later I'd top a ridge and down below me would be a group of pigs feeding. If there were no pigs seen from the top of one ridge you can walk fast until you get to the top of the next ridge and then creep up to where you can look over, then repeat until you pop a pig. We only shot little sows 100 lbs or less. They taste better in my opinion and are easier to pack out of there.

I used to have a lathe when I was in grad school but I sold it to fund a vacation to Mexico. I loved turning stuff. My problem was always once I got started on something, I could not make myself stop until I was done. One night I was trying to speed through a myrtle bowl, trying to get it super thin with my ring tool. I was tired and the ring tool bit too much. It grabbed the tool out of my hand, slung it around and the handle hit me like a sledgehammer in the stomach. It happened in an instant. Had it been a different tool and the other side I might not be here today. That was the last thing I ever turned before I sold it. I love your work. In my opinion there isn't enough of that kind of stuff around, I don't think there ever could be either.

Although I thought it was the coolest thing ever when I was 16 I now realize that it was pretty embarrassing. My and a friend of mine were fishing at a spillway in Louisiana. The current was fast and the fishing was hot. We were using nightcrawlers and catching drum as fast as we could cast the line out. Some teenage girls drove up in their new car, and we figured that nothing would impress these Cajun girls like a man who knew how to catch drum like we were. We took off our shirts (for the sex appeal that only pigeon chested skinny dudes exude) and started horsing them in like it was the fight of the century. We would throw them high on the bank and sneaking a peek over our shoulder to see if they were admiring our prowess we would cast back again. Soon enough they drove away without getting our numbers or anything and we stared at the pile of drum on the bank. Not being Cajun's we didn't eat them but gave them to an older Cajun guy that drove up later. Good times.

everybody wants to be like Bear Grylls I am guessing, that or double dog dares did it

We'll be chomping down on some pheasant and some quail, and grocery store turkey (never got a wild turkey this year yet). Hopefully I can add some deer tenderloins to the mix if I get lucky Thursday morning. I have no idea about the side dishes since that is not my department. I am ready!

Speaking of bats and buttholes, owls do not have a true butthole, no birds do despite what you may see on your windshield or freshly washed car. They have a cloaca which is something like a general purpose exit hole. Poop, eggs, and tinkle it all goes through the same place so you can think of that the next time you crack an egg open. Bats and moths have had an arms race going for the past several million years. Bats use echolocation to find the moths and when they get close they emit a more precision based series of sounds. Some species of moths have evolved a counter measure to this. When the bat does the "fixing to eat you" acoustic series of sounds the moth emits its own and effectively "jams" the bats signals. It buys them just enough time to make themselves a little more scarce. Of course bats then have to adapt to this and it has been going ever since.

From a biologist perspective when the doe goes into estrus in the next week to month she will have stopped lactating 90% of the time anyway. The fawns at this point can learn just as much from other members of the herd as from their own mother and were not dependant on her for any significant amount of nutrition or food, even if it was still lactating it would have stopped soon enough anyway. It is good to have feelings about things, but in this case you needn't worry about the fawns Whack 'em.

I went yesterday to a game farm here and put a hurting on them with high brass no 6's, wild pheasants though shooting further out you may want to go with 4's or 5's

exactly Eric you have it. It wouldn't do much good for the pharmaceuticals to be broken down into their components. They simply wouldn't be able to do their job. A certain amount of the milligrams in any pill can be expected to be destroyed by digestion, another amount can be counted on to be absorbed by the body into its systems, and another quantity passes through. These molecules are made often times to be readily taken up by us, and since our systems work much like those of fish, we all get a taste of everyone else's medicine.

we don't break down everything into their component elements. if we did we would be flushing graphite rods down the commode. It works well to think of NaCl because it is a simple molecule but it is broken down into its components just by water providing more attractive places for the ions to hang around then each other. Other molecules (with covalent bonds) may not behave that way.

They aren't used up. That assumes 100% metabolic effeciency which no organism has. If you go #2 then that proves it.

There was some mention of this type of thing in a previous "eating fish out of Lake Springfield" type of thread but I found this article very interesting. http://www.sciencenewsforkids.org/articles...90107/Note2.asp It is not just for kids!!!

Terry I think this is a wonderful idea. You know they have that Ozarks Watch or whatever segment on PBS but I could hardly every get into that. I think story telling is one of the things about the Ozarks that is the most interesting to me. You should read some of the Silas C Turnbo manuscripts. I don't believe everything we wrote but some of it is really interesting. http://thelibrary.springfield.missouri.org...rnbo/index.html I think we do have to preserve the Ozark culture.

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I had the same thing happen to me today. I shot a doe no less than 15 yards, right on the pump station and I don't know what happened. I never found my arrow and followed the blood trail for 300 yards before losing it in an old sumac jungle. I only stopped looking for it because I had to come in to work until 11:00 PM tonight. I am trying to get ahold of a conservation agent so I can use my dog to find it tmw morning. I have no idea what happened

He matched the hatch.

yeah, I agree with you. It will be afternoon squirrel hunts for a while I think

My son, Roman, turned 5 last May. He is a really good son, and with fall in the air and having left him home with mommy to go dove hunting several times already this year, I have been searching for a way to take him hunting for the very first time. A friend from work has a nice sized farm an hour and a half north of here, and he was telling me that his place is over-run by turkeys. He said he can't stand them, and that anytime I wanted I could go out there and get my limit. I finally decided to take him up on it. At first I was going to go by myself, but I thought maybe this would be the perfect time to take Roman. I asked Roman if he would like to go turkey hunting with me on Saturday and he was very eager to go. We woke up this morning at 4:00 AM. Much to my surprise he got up pretty easy and soon we were on our way. It was very cold this morning, frost and fog everywhere. My friend had given me pretty good directions to his place. He even drew me a map of where to hunt in the morning for turkeys. Turns out the map was a little off or perhaps just misunderstood. He had warned me that if the cows were not in that part of the field recently then the grass would be kinda high. As I carried my son, our two back-packs with turkey blind and poles, and my 12 gauge through the briars, stick-tights, and hickory saplings I understood my friend's warning. After going for a hundred yards through this frosty pre-dawn jungle I saw the outline of a house up ahead. Then I heard the sound of a truck running. I don't know where I was but I knew I was in the wrong place. By this time my son's feet had started to get wet from the dew/frost and from the saturated soil from the recent deluge. As we finally crossed into the actual field I heard my son say for the first time, "Daddy, let's just go home." After quickly letting him no that we are not going home, we started through the pasture. First light was about 15 minutes away and the coyotes were doing their we are done for the night sing along. We had gone about 20 yards when I first noticed a smell that was terrifying. I had smelled it only once before and that was in 1995. At that time I had run over the head of a skunk with my truck tire, and being the resourceful hillbilly that I am, I thought it would be a good opportunity to skin it out and make a skunk-skin hat. The smell of skunk fur cannot be described to any degree of accuracy. I can tell you it does not smell good. I can tell you that you can smell it without breathing. You can smell it through your skin. I can tell you that it will make you want to put some distance between you and it. Well this was the same smell. My hillbilly reflexes sprang into action eyes glancing here and there looking for a skunk. I could not see it. I had just started to think to myself, "I hope Roman does not smell this..." when I heard him start to dry-heave. Still carrying my back-pack, turkey blind with poles, 12 gauge shotgun, and holding (more like leading) my son's hand, I tried to push forward. From 3 feet behind me I keep hearing my son gag, cough, and spit. "Can't stop now," I thought. "I have to press on." "Come on Roman," I advised him. "Just a little bit more, let's get away from this smell!" "I can't....(gag) ....Daddy! (gag) What is that (gag) smell?????" he cried. Finally the smell of the skunk (smunk) was behind us. I found the spot my friend had told me to hunt and we set up the blind. The pasture had small puddles of ice cold water all over it. We sat down and prepared for the coming turkeys. My son spent his time telling me how much his hands were cold and his feet too. He kept wanting me to wipe his nose, not with any part of anything that had wiped his nose previously this had to be virgin material. As the time passed along my son could no longer stand it. He started crying and boohooing. He just wanted to go home. I realized that I stood no chance of a turkey with that going on. I packed up everything and carried everything and everyone the 1/4 mile back to the truck. We pulled out for home at 8:00AM. I was mad. He was upset. To add insult to injury I saw 2 nice turkeys on the truck ride down the gravel road towards home. The more I thought about it though, and talked to my son about it, the better I feel. Had I been better prepared for him, he might have lasted a little longer. He wanted to stay hunting, but he was simply in too much pain from the cold to do that. He is 5 years old after all. I am proud of my little guy, who has already promised to go back hunting with me "some other day." This was the first time for both of us in different ways. Let's just hope the second time is soon and filled with more smiles than tears.

I have a kind of short attention span, and I like the book for that reason. Right now as fall gathers, I enjoy reading all of the hunting stories now, as spring nears I'll be reading the fishing stories. I really like the book and the stories. I picked up my copy at BCO.

The James River by my house was easily up 12 feet this morning as I had to turn around and go another way to work since it was over the road. There is lots of water on the way!

Bacon, BBQ, sweet onions, cabbage, and fire! I'm going to have to try this this weekend. Thanks!

I made this all the time in college since I was poor but there was always warm beer to be had and enough money to buy flour. You can also use Bisquik and beer to make beer muffins.

Big Rock down on Bull Creek?

I bought a starter motor and bracket from these guys. Your prop looks expensive, maybe you could find it cheaper elsewhere but it is a start. http://www.maxrules.com/fixomcprop1.html