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Tuesday, December 10. 2013
The first buck just jumped over the fence to the feeder. The feeder went off and he just had to get some corn and protein.
Funny thing, this yearling deer is all bowed up at the 10 pointer outside the feeder. There is a good 8 feeding inside, but on the outside this little one is getting in trouble. The 10 on the outside looks just as big as the 142-6/8 buck I shot on the November 8th.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 15:49 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, November 19. 2013
Bucks, white tail deer, do funny things, this buck that I shot on Saturday, November 9th was more interested in fighting than chasing doe, this was his downfall! The second thing that led to his downfall was that he was hanging around the feeders too much, hanging around in broad daylight.
Then on November 8th, back at the same feeder, feeling real safe, this “shot” caught him.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 11:27 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, November 12. 2013
The first week of deer season was a bust for us. We saw very few deer and bucks were scarce.
I know that Layla was looking down from Heaven saying, “All the good bucks are shot out of my blind!”
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 17:28 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Wednesday, October 30. 2013
Layla was all about speaking, at her Senior Softball tournaments she always handled the giving out the awards, she was active in her Church and she kept me in line (with some difficulty). She’ll be missed terribly, but we know that soon we’ll all be joining her Heaven!
Saturday, October 19. 2013
Sunday morning a week ago, my wife, Layla, who is diabetic, had a heart attack! She woke me up around 12:30AM complaining of chest pains and her hands were numb. Calling 911, they came immediately and took her to the hospital in Hamilton, where they didn’t have a cardiologist, so they took her on to Scott & White in Temple, Texas.
Tuesday before last Layla had a triple bypass, then on Monday, last week, she had 2 arteries opened with stints. Her condition is still critical, today, Saturday, the 19th, she is still in a medically induced coma, but the docs will try to wake her up tomorrow.
Layla is the number 2 person at Softball Players Association, she is very religious and a regular attendee at the Church of Christ. The entire softball nation and people all over our country are praying for her and with God’s help she will return to us!
Needless to say, there will be no posts on this blog until she improves.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Random Thoughts at 11:30 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Friday, October 4. 2013
Here come the doe and fawns, closing in on the corn/protein mix. It looks like they can hardly wait, the corn is already on the ground and they’re closing in.
This 6 pointer is coming around at night, all the bucks are staying away from the feeders and I haven’t even been scouting yet. Not wanting to scare the bucks, I’ll start scouting next week.
This buck, in the background, is staying away from the feeder. The doe is looking him over, but he’ll only come so close. He’s about 75 yards from the feeder.
There’s been no buck activity around the feeders for over 2 weeks, they are all busy making scrapes and rubs and I believe the rut will start early. Talking with a man in San Saba yesterday, he said, “The bucks are running doe right now!”
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Tuesday, October 1. 2013
There were worlds of mourning dove coming in to feed on the grain field stubble, in a field, on an Indian reservation in the Phoenix area. This particular reservation allowed hunting in the grain fields, but we had to be careful not to go into the “No Trespassing” areas that were well marked with signs.
My family, Brad, my ex wife and I, were fast into knocking down these twisty fliers, Randy and Suzanne were doing the retrieving and our bird count was rising. This afternoon, we were the only hunters out so we were hunkered down, a hundred yards apart, along an irrigation ditch, now dry. Many of the birds flew over us as they came into the field to feed, providing some easy overhead shots.
We took a break to count up our birds and our tally indicated that we had knocked down 31, five short of our combined limits. Shooting time was just about over so we let Brad, who was an excellent shot with a shotgun and the reigning Arizona, junior state champion trap shooter, finish out the string.
We set to breasting out the dove, leaving both wings on and dusk was settling in by the time we finished. Rinsing our hands, we loaded everything up into the camper, kenneled up the kids and drove off the reservation, we thought. Coming to a cross road, we turned, we thought, the correct way because there weren’t any signs. The next thing we knew, through the dust, here came a pickup barreling toward us, loaded with Indians and as they came closer, we saw they were all armed!
As the truck pulled to head us off, all the Indians were shouting and waving their firearms, we looked to be in deep stuff, but didn’t know of any tribal laws we had broken. One, possibly the headman, yelled over to us, “You’re on private, no trespassing, property and are under arrest! Been hunting, too, we’ll get all of you for shooting after hours?” This really looked serious now.
The year before, we had a run in with an Apache Policeman, he confiscated our .22 pistols and was going to ticket us for carrying firearms on the reservation, until he calmed down some and I told him that I was friends with the Tribal Chairman and named him. He relented, but told us “Friends with the Tribal Chairman or not, if he caught us on reservation with loaded firearms again, we be in big trouble!” Luckily, we never saw this policeman again!
Back to our immediate plight, the Indians were really heating up and I started fearing for my family. My ex had the, formerly confiscated, .22 pistol on her hip and she slipped it over to me, one pistol, 6 shots against a truck full, bad odds, before another Little Big Horn, I thought, I’ve got to get the headman talking. Telling him we thought we were headed out toward Baseline Road, he settled down a little and told us we took the wrong turn and were heading deeper into the reservation. He added, “Over the past weeks, we’ve had an increase in grave robberies, but to me, it looks like you just took the wrong turn.” The occupants in the truck were still yelling until he told them to be quiet and told us, “Just turn around and we’ll follow you out.”
Grave robberies meant that folks were sneaking on to the reservation, not robbing the graves of recently buried people, but rooting around in the desert trying to find graves hundreds, up to a thousand years old. This definitely wasn’t part of our program!
This was to close a call, so during our remaining years in Phoenix, we never went back to that reservation. That truck full of Indians really scared us off!
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Tuesday, September 24. 2013
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