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  • December 8, 2009

    Cermele: Why Your Wife Will Go to Bass Pro This Christmas

    Thanksgiving is over. I know this because every commercial on TV is now Christmas-related. I don’t generally pay attention to these rants about sales and holiday cheer, but I noticed something interesting this year. Bass Pro Shops is running loads of commercials, and I’m not talking about just on Versus and the Outdoor Channel. I’m talking Bravo and Lifetime. Why? Because these commercials are targeted at wives who don't fish. Here’s why they’re genius.

    I don’t have any kids, but know plenty of people with little ones that cough up $20 or $40 to plop them on some mangy Santa’s lap in the local mall for a photo. My wife will fish on occasion, but spending a day at Bass Pro or Cabela’s is, for her, a fate worse than death. I’m sure she’s not the only woman that feels this way. Which is why this Bass Pro commercial only highlights the “Santa’s Wonderland” display, complete with crafts for the kids, elves, and free photos with Santa. You won’t find any reference to hunting or fishing. In fact, if you didn’t know what Bass Pro sold, you wouldn’t learn it from the commercial.

    What Bass Pro has done is given the man with a non-hunting or -fishing wife and kids the opportunity to say “you know honey, I know where we can get free photos with Santa this year and where the kids can make Christmas crafts and play games.” You become the hero, and once she’s through the door, you can go scope the latest Christmas tackle sales and stock up for that winter crappie and muskie action.

    So as a recently married dude without kids, I ask you, the wiser married masses: would this commercial be enough incentive to get your whole family into Bass Pro Shops during the holidays? - JC

  • July 8, 2009

    Gear Review: Coleman LED Quad Lantern

    I probably own about half a dozen Coleman lanterns – a couple of propane  and duel-fuel lights, but mostly those that run on Coleman fuel. My favorite is a lantern that my father used to have back in the 1950s. It’s in mint condition and it still works perfectly (though I had to replace the generator and O rings a couple of years ago).

    When I first saw the LED Quad, my first reaction was, why isn’t it green? That can’t be a Coleman lantern! Well, it’s red, it’s a Coleman, and it’s a totally new twist on camp lights.

    The deal with this is that it’s got a base that holds eight D-cell batteries.  Turn it on and it’s bright enough to light up the night – for 75 hours, according to the company. The cool thing is that the Quad has four lighting panels that can removed and used separately. Each has six 5mm white LEDS, for a total of 24 in the whole unit. A rechargeable NiMH battery runs each panel for half an hour it while it’s away from the mothership. Place it back in its docking station and it’ll recharge from the D batteries.

    I’m not giving up my old Colemans, but I can see where this lantern is going to fit right into the mix.  It’s bright, it’s quiet (doesn’t hiss like the gas models), and it’s versatile. The $69.99 msrp is a bit higher than most gas lanterns, but the price doesn’t seem unreasonable.  It’s available from www.coleman.com – Jay Cassell

  • May 20, 2009

    Gear Review: A New Two-Way Radio for Hunters

    I recently had the chance to check out Motorola’s newest Talkabout two-way radio.  I’ve always been skeptical about the claims made by all walkie-talkie makers…”50 Miles Capability”…stuff like that. Then I take them up to my hunting camp in New York’s Catskill Mountains and they won’t reach a buddy who’s a mile away. These things work when you’re on flat ground, but in heavily forested, rolling mountains and hills? Nah.

    So, when I took out the new Talkabout (Model MR355R – catchy, huh?) and tried calling my turkey hunting buddy Bill, who had walked out of the cabin five minutes earlier, I got no response. So much for this unit, I thought. But then I remembered that the new model has a Power Boost button. I pressed it, and damn! There was Bill on the other end, telling me he wasn’t hearing any turkeys. The company claims it has a 35-mile range, and while I didn’t try to contact Bill 35 miles away, I will say it is definitely more powerful than its predecessor.

    Another feature I like is the 11 weather channels, including 7 from NOAA. (It said it was going to rain on the second day of my recent turkey hunt, and they sure got that right.)

    The new Talkabout has an emergency alert feature, 22 channels plus 8 repeater channels; a vibrating alert; 10 call tones (now you can sound like a duck), large buttons for use with gloves, plus an LED light. The unit comes in Realtree AP HD camo – which is fine, except I dropped mine in the woods and couldn’t find it. That’s the second walkie-talkie I’ve lost in six months. The units come with a belt clip, but maybe some kind of Cordura pouch with a magnetic closure wouldn’t be a bad idea.

    The suggested retail price is $89.99 for two units, charger, belt clips and ear buds; not bad at all. motorola.com – Jay Cassell

  • April 10, 2009

    Chad Love: Handy Off-Road Driving Tricks

    When it comes to sheer creativity there are very few groups more talented than off-roaders. There aren't any garages in the woods so if something goes wrong you have one of three options: Fix it, hoof it, or tow it.

    As someone who has at one time or another done all three while pursuing fish, fur, and fowl I have a keen appreciation for little tricks that can get you out of big jams, and if it looks like it came straight from the "Beavis and Butt-Head" school of automotive repair then so much the better.

    Like this, for example:

    No tire-mounting machine needed, just a can of something flammable like WD-40 or starting fluid, a match or lighter and (if done incorrectly) the knowledge that you're gonna look pretty freaky until your eyebrow hair grows back.

    Now this trick doesn't actually inflate a tire, it simply re-beads it on the rim, but if you encounter a tire/rim separation it could come in handy sometime. In the interests of legality neither I personally nor Field & Stream (I'm assuming) take any responsibility for any potential accidents arising from this practice. It does, after all, involve fire and pressurized flammable material.
     
    Anyone have any other cool, handy or creative off-road tips or tricks they'd like to share?
     
    Here's mine: If you tell yourself  "Aw hell, I don't need to put it in 4WD for THAT..." then you most assuredly do. And quickly. Before it's too late.

  • March 4, 2009

    Bourjaily: I Hate the 3 1/2-inch Turkey Load

    I had a chance to shoot a Beretta O/U in .458 Win Mag a while ago. I’d never fired a big-bore rifle, but I pulled the trigger, the steel plate target clanged, and honestly my first thought was: “That was nowhere near as bad as a turkey load.” In fact, it was kind of fun, so I shot the plate about twenty more times.

    Last time I fired that many 3 1/ 2 inch turkey loads, my shoulder, neck and head hurt when it was over. In my dazed state even simple tasks like casing guns and loading them in the car seemed very difficult.

    A .458 shooting a 510 grain bullet at 2100 fps out of a 10.5 pound double rifle generates a 53 foot-pound shove of recoil. A 3 1/ 2 inch, 2 ounce turkey load at 1300 fps in an 8 pound pump smacks you with 66 foot pounds. When a cartridge made to kill elephants before they kill you is more pleasant to shoot than a shotshell for 20 pound birds, something is wrong.

    The idea behind the 3 1/ 2 when it was introduced by Federal and Mossberg back in 1989 was to increase case capacity to hold more bulky steel BBBs and Ts for pass shooting geese, and it worked. Because steel is light, the payloads weren’t very heavy, and recoil was tolerable.

    Had 3 1/ 2 inch loadings remained steel-only, all would have been well. Unfortunately, someone looked inside the new hull and said “Hmmmm. I wonder how much lead fits in there?”  The answer is up to 2 3/8 ounces. As you increase payload, you increase recoil, and 3 1/ 2 lead loads are awful.

    I got yelled at once by a famous turkey hunter after I palmed the 3 1/ 2 shell he gave me and loaded one of my own 3-inch shells into the gun I borrowed from him. He didn’t know I had made the switch until I shucked the hull out of the gun. The turkey, lying 35 yards away, was long past caring whether it had been shot with a 3- or 3-1/ 2 inch shell, but the FTH yelled at me anyway.

    If the turkeys I shot got up and ran away, I might agree there was a need for a
    3 1/ 2 inch turkey load. But they don’t. They fall over dead. So, someone please explain to me: why a 3 1/ 2?

  • February 24, 2009

    Cabela’s Stock Shoots Up 17 Percent

    Apparently, not all stocks are toxic right now.

    From Forbes:

    Shares of outdoor sports equipment retailer Cabela's Inc. jumped 17 percent in premarket trading Friday after the company's results beat expectations and an analyst said clearance sales of firearms helped shore up the company's balance sheet.

  • February 4, 2009

    Chad Love: Woolrich Chic

    News Week

    I seldom take fashion news seriously, not because my wardrobe originated in a buy-one-get-one-free bin, but rather my belief that high fashion is more about art than the actual wearing of clothes, and as such, why get worked up about it? Of course it looks ridiculous, is obscenely expensive, and serves absolutely no purpose other than to provoke a response. That's what art is supposed to do.

    But sometimes you come across something so transcendentally inane it simply begs to be ridiculed.

    From the story in Newsweek:

    Introducing haute Americana, one of the most powerful—and paradoxical—forces in men's sportswear... in recent years a number of tastemakers, many foreign, have dedicated themselves to reviving iconic American clothing for a hip new audience...The result—on ample display in places like Brooklyn, N.Y., and Portland, Ore., where certain streets now resemble catwalks crowded with bookish lumberjacks—is a subset of prosperous peacocks paying a premium for garments originally meant for mining or fishing, then wearing them to tapas bars and contemporary art installations.

    So now we have a sensitive, limpid-eyed guy shuffling down the sidewalk of a trendy shopping district on his way to open-mic poetry night, Chairman Mao handbag slung over his frail Vegan shoulders. In the right front pocket of his Italian-tailored Filson tin cloth bird pants he's sporting a new pocketknife and he just discovered that the rows of little round thingies on the inside pockets of his slim-cut, virgin-wool game vest are perfect for holding aromatherapy canisters.

    Don't get me wrong: I don't begrudge the concept. It's silly, but if modern urban males want to indulge in the illusion of being the kind of man those clothes represent, more power to them. It's really no different from guys who collect big knives, wear tactical gear and fantasize about being snipers. Meanwhile, all of us who wear these suddenly-trendy clothes out of function rather than fad should start haunting the bargain bins, because any day now the fashion world will discover that the essence of modern male is represented by something entirely different, and all those high-dollar man-duds will start getting dumped off at the second-hand store.