My friend Walter sent me this picture a while back from the Iowa State Fair. The fair is perhaps best known for the life-size butter cow and other butter sculptures* but you see all kinds of neat stuff if you wander around the exhibit halls. Walter spotted this trap-table in the 4-H hall. It won a blue ribbon for Marc Fullerton of Nora Springs in the Science, Mechanics and Engineering category and is solid evidence that 4-H still supports hunting, shooting and other wholesome activities.
Last year, we ran a photo essay in this space provided by a South Dakota couple who separated two locked-up whitetails with a saw. This turned out to be a neat-and-tidy way of getting the job done that resulted in freed-up deer. But it was not, as many of you noted, a method that was without danger.
I was lucky enough to shoot my first buck in my first hunting season. I was 12 years old, and I remember that opening morning as clearly as—please don’t tell my wife—my wedding day. I wanted to be a deer hunter long before the state (Wisconsin) said it was legal, so a lot of anticipation preceded that hunt.
Finn Aagaard, who was a hugely popular writer on guns and hunting and who left us, much too early, in 1999, was a great storyteller as well. Not long before his death, he sat down with a tape recorder and recounted his early days in Kenya, as a kid, in the bitter campaign against the Mau Mau, and as a professional hunter.
Aagaard, who loved to hunt, and was responsible either directly or indirectly for the death of who knows how many animals, imposed strict limitations on himself about pulling the trigger. He did not hunt predators for himself, either in Africa or later when he moved to the U.S. He did not allow shooting to see something die. By the time he recorded the tape, as he says, he simply was not interested in seeing anything more dead animals on the ground.
Earlier this week, Chad Love blogged about a 6-Year-Old Cub Scout who was suspended from school for bringing a folding camping utensil to the cafeteria to eat his lunch. If you missed it, click here. This time it’s an Eagle Scout and a 2-inch knife that never left his car.
The knives are sharpened and the shiny steel gurneys bloodied at All American Gator Products, the end of the line for about 1,000 alligators killed during this year's hunting season in Florida.
It's the busiest time of year here at one of the state's largest gator processing plants, where the toothy reptiles make their first stop on a path from the swamp to a hamburger bun, a basket of nuggets or a spot on a shelf full of handbags, wallets and souvenir heads. . . .
This headline in North Carolina’s Salisbury Post caught my eye: “A Good Crop of Acorns, Good Time for Deer Hunting.” There’s definitely a bumper crop of acorns here in upstate New York, too. I can hardly take a step in our woods without rolling on dozens of nuts. The article continues:
Oak trees produced a bumper crop of acorns this year, with deer taking full advantage of the falling goodies. For the next several weeks, the place for a stand should be close to a white oak or other tree dropping acorns.
Billed as the source for "the latest in green gossip" ecorazzi is in truth a screamingly funny window into the self-congratulatory netherworld of environmental style over substance. The site's writing is atrocious, trying mightily to be snarky and witty but instead coming off as juvenile, dull, and containing the intellectual substance of your average junior-high cafeteria.