Monday, December 29, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
The 2014 Mule Deer season started like most other ones. The biggest difference this year was the location. Thanks to the Old Man's five bonus points our whole party drew the coveted 194,196 tag. To us, that meant that we're hunting Peavine. The best thing about Peavine, besides being covered with deer, is the location. I have seen deer about seven minutes from my front door.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Took a trip to Redding California for Halloween this weekend. Between pumpkin carving and trick or treating, I was able to get out for a couple hours.
I missed one on top, but wasn't able to get any more strikes. Theses two I got on a streamer, stripping it really fast.
It was a beautiful day, and I was able to see a ton of ducks too.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Just me and the Old Man today. I set up the decoys to hunt the south side, but wouldn't you know it, the Old Man got stuck in the mud, and couldn't make it across. I should of switched the decoys around right then, but I didn't.
The first duck came in right after shoot time, a hen pintail. My first one at this spot. Not too much longer, and we had a group of four gadwalls circling. They came right in, but on the wrong side, got two more down. A group of seven gadwalls were next, right in our face. We got four more. I finally switched the decoys around, and the next group was four hen mallards. They all came to the decoys, and we shot the same bird. One more down. It slowed down quite a bit after that until a pair of woodies came in right behind me. The old Man got the hen. All in all a great opener for us. Eight birds in about two hours.
A little opening day drama. Apparently some goons were shooting too near a house down the river from us. Not us, we were "way over there"
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
The old man had a couple of shots, but no luck.
This is still the worst dove season I've ever seen. I'm still hopeful that it improves though. With the extended season maybe we'll get an influx of new birds.
We did notice some hefty looking bullfrogs along the shore though. The boy had asked to bring his BB gun, and I obliged. He usually gets to practice carrying a weapon around other hunters, and shoots a few cans. It is good for him to learn gun safety, and keeps him busy. Today was different. He got to try to pick off some bullfrogs. We all watched him miss the first few shots, and then he blasted one. It was a little too far out, but with the help of a long stick I was able to bring it in for him. This is the first time he's brought game home. I couldn't of been more proud.
It didn't seem to phase him at all. He was after those frogs until he ran out of BBs. I wish I would of brought more. All in all he ended up shooting and retrieving three nice sized bullfrogs. He also managed to get wet up to his neck. Don't tell his Mom.
I'm going to cook them up for his lunch today. I hope he lets me try a bite. He's the only successful hunter today.
|Frog's legs on fine china.|
Thursday, August 21, 2014
I can remember my first one like it was yesterday. My Dad got invited to the "320." 320 acres just south of Cottonwood Creek. We arrived before dawn with about seven or eight other men. We all spread out around a meadow, ringed by oak trees. It was still dark when I got set up. I wondered if I would get any doves, I wondered if I would be able to tell the difference between doves and jay birds. I didn't have to wait long. Just after shoot time my Dad hollered "coming right at ya!" The dove tried to land in the tree I was standing under. I made the easy shot, and I was hooked for life.
For the next two hours or so it sounded like World War 3. The older guys lined up along the old fence that the birds all flew down, My Dad and I at the end. Everyone yelling "coming from the north," or "down the fence." It was the first time hunting that no one told me to "be quiet," "sit down," or "hold still." It was great. We all walked around, yelled, picked up each others birds, and had a great time. After about two hours some of the guys had their limits, and the birds really slowed down. We went back to the trucks for some serious bullshitting. It reminded me of when Billy Coleman got to stand around his Grandpa's store, and tell his own hunting stories. I was still treated like a kid, but at least I was included.
I have hunted every dove opener since, most of them with Dad. That was over twenty years ago. My wife, daughter, and son have come with us as well. My daughter decided she didn't want to hunt at about the time she was old enough to. My son can't wait to get big enough to shoot a shotgun. That's what's great about dove hunting. Anyone can go, the kids run around, everyone misses constantly, and everyone has a blast.
It is more to me than just opening day. It is more to me than a signal that fall is coming, along with ducks, rabbits, and deer seasons. It is all of those things, as well as a time for friends and family to meet, and enjoy the outdoors.
I hope I never miss one.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
She has used it a few times since then, and has even caught a few fish on it
We took a fishing trip this last weekend and she decided it probably wasn't the best rod for her. I had to agree. It's a little too heavy, and super slow. She always seems to be behind on her cast.
I thought that if she isn't going to use it, someone should. Why not me.
I took it out Sunday night to give it a try. I really love it. It has plenty of power, and can shoot plenty of line. I was able to land a couple of bass with it, and I'm digging the action. I could feel every head shake.
Friday, August 15, 2014
After a hell of a drag and some serious bushwacking I was able to get my kayak into the pond. These tules are thick, and the sides of the pond are almost vertical. I was able to submerge my whole paddle before touching the bottom.
Once I got in and paddled around it was well worth the effort. I hit all the likely spots, and was rewarded with willing green sunfish. They smash a Hopper like nobody's business. I must've caught twenty or more.
This was the best one.
I expected to catch some bass as well, but not this time. I will be surprised if there aren't any in here. I did see about a fifteen pound koi, so somebody has put fish in here. I hope they also put some bass.
The drag out was a nightmare. Did I mention vertical sides? I had to get the nose of my kayak on the bank,shimmy up to the front, and flop out onto the shore. At least the sunset was worth it.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
It was posted at one time. I can tell from the old plywood squares on the fence posts. There is still a fence in front of it but I doubt it would ever keep anyone out. It is so stretched out I can walk through it standing up.
I decided to see if there were any fish in it the other day. Me and the Boy stopped to check it out. The tules are very thick. So thick in fact that I couldn't get to the water at all. I had to walk out on the tules above the water and cast from there. It was a pain in the ass. If I wasn't getting snagged on the tules behind me I was getting snagged on the ones in front. I did mange to catch three green sunfish, one was actually pretty nice.
While I was fighting tules the Boy noticed some mosquitoes on his pants. I asked him if I had any on my legs, and I swear there was forty of them. We had to make a quick exit due to some close thunderstorms. On the way home the Boy had two ticks on his pants. I pulled over gave him a quick check, and headed home.
This was the scene the next morning.
I'll definitely be going back. With some bug spray and my kayak.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
I went back down to the first hole, and was able to land this guy.
Beautiful, this was actually the best fish of the trip.
We headed back to camp for some naps, and relaxation.
|The best two handed card game ever invented.|
|The best two handed cocktail ever invented.|
|King's Creek Falls|
We made it back to camp, and I decided to try my luck at Hat Lake again. I headed further upstream, but wasn't able to hook any in the long, slow, clear pools.
|Hat Lake ducks.|
I decided to nymph the deep pool below some falls on the opposite side of the highway. I was rewarded with a few small brookies.
We had a lot of fun on this trip including some late night board games.
The view of Manzanita Lake on our last night.