I may never convince a Sierra Club member, but a clear-cut is a thing of beauty. Of course you can’t sugar-coat the initial mess; there are log-sections lying about, tree tops strewn like jack straws, and a whole lot of chaos where shortly before a forest once stood. Not many years ago, a tornado blitzed the main street of a nearby town, leveling pretty much everything. The aftermath resembled a clearcut, minus the appliances and household furniture.
[Texarkana hunter] Dustin Stringer [has] filed a product liability lawsuit against Ameristep Corp.
Stringer states that on Sept 28, 2008, while climbing into his deer stand that he caught his right arm on a Grizzly Tree Step causing "serious and permanent injuries."
The complaint alleges the tree step was in a defective condition, which "rendered it unreasonably dangerous even though it was being used for its intended purpose."
I enjoyed my final turkey hunt of the season last week. This hunt, in the northern reaches of Wisconsin, is always one of my favorites. We hunt big woods country, far from farm fields and other hunters. The companionship is so great, and the experience so unique, that it makes the perfect cap to a spring season.
Iowa has had, for the last several years, one of the priciest non-resident deer tags going. Still, in the seasons I was lucky enough to draw (it is typically a 3-year wait for an NR bow tag), I gladly paid the $400-plus fee. In my experience, there are few places better than Iowa if you’re a whitetail nut with big deer on the brain. Plus, I’m fortunate enough to have a couple of good buddies that a) live there b) own fine whitetail ground, and c) let me hunt. Honestly, I go there just as much for the camaraderie as I do the world-class hunting.
Many years ago, I’d fall into a major funk at the end of deer hunting season. Behind me were the best four months of the year. Ahead were 32 weeks of interminable waiting. By mid-summer I was a mess; an agitated addict unable to get his favorite fix…
I appreciate the dozens of entries into last week’s “geography quiz” post, in which I asked you to identify the location of the whitetail harvest photo, using the hunter’s camouflage as your only clue. Answers were not only (literally) all over the map, they also included some humor…Thanks to Deep Woods”who surmised that the fine buck had been “shot in the chest.” I’m still chuckling!
In what scientists say might be the first case of its kind, a new report details the story of a 62-year-old man in New York state who died last year of meningoencephalitis, apparently after being bitten by a deer tick infected with deer tick virus.
My friend Greg Brush is a whitetail fanatic from Soldotna, Alaska. Obviously, the Kenai Peninsula is a touch out of whitetail range so Greg—a noted and full-time fishing guide—has to use other forms of hunting to hold him over until fall, when he makes an annual bowhunting trip to the Midwest. One of these distractions is spring black bear hunting, which soon opens.
Laboratory tests on deer shot last fall in western Dane and eastern Iowa counties show chronic wasting disease remains stronger than ever, no matter how much we hope, wish and deny it away.
The 2008 disease rate in this CWD core area jumped unexpectedly for bucks and does of all ages.