By Chad Love
Here is a mystery to test your wildlife knowledge.
I was out quail hunting Saturday and noticed something odd about a barbed-wire fence I was getting ready to cross. A 20-foot section of the fence looked like a macabre display of hunting trophies: An entire row of mostly Boone and Crockett-sized grasshoppers were impaled on the barbs of the wire—frozen in their death throes. It was like Vlad the Impaler writ small, but no less merciless.
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By David E. Petzal
Every November, I assemble with a collection of fellow coots, geezers, and codgers to hunt deer in northern Maine. There are not a lot of deer up there, and if you see a buck you’ve had a good week, and if you get one you’ve had a hell of a good week. In 10 years I’ve collected two, which is probably about average.
However, one of our party hunted for nine years and never got anything. One thing and another went wrong and at the end of every camp he went home empty-handed. This year, however, his luck changed. He got a buck that weighed 239 ½ pounds with its guts out, which probably put the animal at around 300 on the hoof. The neck was colossal; the antlers went around 140 B&C, which for up there, is very good. In short, it was one hell of a deer after all those years.
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By Chad Love
The shooting of a grizzly bear in Grand Teton National Park by hunters participating in a special elk reduction hunt has sparked calls from opponents to end the hunt.
From this story in the Jackson Hole News and Guide:
A hunter who was yards away when others killed a grizzly in Grand Teton National Park on Thanksgiving Day described a volley of shots and then shocked men retreating from the woods. Charles Peet, of Jackson, said Monday that he was hunting “75 to 100 yards” from where 48-year-old David Trembly, of Dubois, and Trembly’s 20- and 17-year-old sons gunned down the adult male bear....Park officials investigating the incident haven’t said whether the three hunters deployed bear spray before the shooting. [ Read Full Post ]
By Chad Love

In the midst of one of Colorado's busiest big-game seasons ever, a new report highlights just how important hunting and fishing are to the state's economy.
From this story in the Denver Business Journal:
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By David E. Petzal

Now here’s an original concept—a single book dedicated to safaris in one African country, rather than a book filled with chapters on different countries that leaves you saying “Yes, but…” when you get to the end. Diana Rupp, who is Editor of Sports Afield and an experienced Namibia hand, has interviewed a dozen PHs from that country on the ins and outs of safaris there, and set down what they had to say between these covers.
I know a number of otherwise experienced hunters who have never been to Africa, and the reasons they offers are unstable, corrupt governments, odd incomprehensible regulations, strange diseases, outrageous costs, and the difficulty of getting there and back. While this is a pretty fair description of the United States, none of it applies to Namibia. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
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This remarkable book is the work of a South African game ranger who learned the art and science of tracking from two Shangaan game rangers. At this point, if you’ve been to Africa, you’d know I’m writing about men whose ability to follow anything anywhere borders on the weird. If you haven’t been to Africa, I can tell you that at least once on any safari, you’ll see a tracker do something that’s clearly impossible. And they do it all the time.
What Cleve Cheney does in this profusely illustrated 350-page book is show you how they do it.
His book is about tracking African game, but probably 90 percent of the information in it is transferable to anywhere that you want to trail something (or someone, because there’s a chapter on following people). What Mr. Cheney requires of you is that you re-learn how to see, smell, hear, think, and feel. He shows you the science of tracking, and it is, in large part, a science. The rest is an art, acquired only after years of working at it. He explores the nearly-ignored ability to concentrate for long periods of time, and shows you how to do better at it. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
Thanks to Deadeye Dick for this idea, but before we get to scopes, here are two more handloading tips that I want to get down before I forget them.
Before I resize my cases, I clean the carbon off the necks with a metal polish called Simichrome. Then I wipe off the black ugh and throw them in the case tumbler with the fired primers still in place. This saves you having to poke pieces of ground-up corncob out of the flasholes.
If you want to do a really thorough job of degreasing, soak the re-sized shells in acetone for 15 minutes. You do this outdoors, or in the garage with the doors open. They dry off very quickly, and if you want to speed up the process even more, turn a fan on them.
OK, scopes. Because long-range shooting is now all the rage, some scope designers have made their reticles things of unholy complexity, packed with dots, lines, very small lines, squiggles and, in some cases, runes. This is due to the belief that a) the more complex it is, the better it is, and b) the people who design hunting optics have apparently done precious little hunting and intend to sell these things to people who are likewise unqualified. [ Read Full Post ]
By Phil Bourjaily
This is me with my first rooster of the year, always a noteworthy event. Almost equally important is this: even though you can see that Jed wanted to jump out of my arms and keep hunting I called my limit one bird and went home. I got back a little earlier than I told my wife I would and had daylight left for some leaf raking.
Having now been married for 29 hunting seasons I can offer this observation: It is not so much the time you spend in the field that leads to disharmony during the fall. Coming home later than you said you would be home is what causes problems. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
“The only time I ever got my s**t together, I couldn’t pick it up.”—Roger Miller
Packing successfully for a hunting trip is far more important than making out a will which will hold up. If you die and your will is successfully contested, what do you care? You’re dead. If, however, you bring only longjohn bottoms on a hunt and leave the tops at home, you’ll regret it bitterly for a week or more.
Because I’m at the age when I have trouble remembering who I am, much less all the stuff that I have to take along, I’ve developed a system that’s worked pretty well. First, take out all the hunting gear you own. I mean everything, even if it has no place where you’re going.
Second, assemble what you need, and don’t do this by simply slinging it into a duffle bag. Don’t assume that you have patches and gun oil in your cleaning kit. You may have taken them out on the last trip because the TSA doesn’t allow gun oil. Are all your batteries fresh? Have you gained so much weight since last season that, when you button your heavy pants, little purple veins erupt on your nose?
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By David Draper

It may sound particularly ghoulish, but using blood as an ingredient is actually quite common. From soups to sausages, there are several dishes—most international in origin—that call for the blood of the animal. Of these, I’ve tasted a couple and have only cooked one: pressed duck. If you’re feeling adventurous, here are a few ways to incorporate blood into your cooking.
Czernina: I first heard of this dish—a soup of duck blood and broth—from Jake Edson, an editor at Krause Publications. He urged me to save the blood of the ducks I shot and promised I would thank him when I tried the traditional Polish dish. I admit I haven’t done so yet, but, Jake, I promise I will someday.
Black Pudding: During the month I tripped around Ireland after college, I ate a full Irish breakfast (like the one above) nearly every day. (It was often the only meal I had, as the rest of my daily budget went to Guinness.) Among the eggs, rashers, beans, and sausage sat a hockey puck made from blood and grains. I won’t say these were delicious, but they did help fortify me for another day of craic.
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By Chad Love

One of the standard scenes in many of Gary Larson's brilliant, and lamentably no more, one-frame The Far Side cartoons is of a group of lions and/or vultures gathered around a carcass, feeding, with some hilarious caption underneath. One wonders what Larson may have come up with after watching this amazing footage of a group of Montana mountain lions feeding on an elk carcass.
From this story in the Missoulian:
A Darby couple has captured some amazing video footage of several mountain lions feeding on an elk carcass in their pasture. Ben Ricciardi, who lives with his wife Betty on the West Fork Road near the Nez Perce cutoff, noticed that something had killed an elk in his pasture about a week ago. He set up a motion-detecting camera pointed at the carcass out of curiosity, and the footage he got was incredible.
In two separate 10-second clips, a group of mountain lions can be seen hanging around the carcass at night. One lion can be seen chewing on the carcass and dragging it a little ways. “I’ve never seen nothing like it,” Ricciardi said. “That carcass is only 75 or 80 feet from my house. They devoured that whole elk in three days. Hide, bones, everything. They really did.”
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By Chad Love

It's Halloween Eve, so what better time to ponder a Lycanthropic mystery? But first, a statement--An American Werewolf in London is the best werewolf movie ever made. Period. This 1981 cult classic, directed by the brilliant John Landis (of Animal House and Blues Brothers fame) is smart, hilarious, and terrifying. And it had an awesomely scary werewolf. Which brings us to the the point of this blog: what really happened to the werewolf from An American Werewolf in London? If you've seen the movie, you know the werewolf allegedly died in a fusillade of police gunfire.
But after seeing this photo, I'm not so sure. This photograph purports to be a Montana wolf, taken by hunter Travis Boughton earlier this month, while he and his father were elk hunting. According to Travis, this "wolf" was chasing the bulls Travis and his father were hunting. But look closely. Is that really a wolf, or something...more?
Just a little something to ponder as you head into the deep, dark woods this week... [ Read Full Post ]
By David Draper

You picked it. I ate it. Last month, I asked Wild Chef readers to vote on how I should prepare the heart from my Nebraska antelope. For awhile, pickling was well in the lead and, truth be told, I was kind of looking forward to trying that. At the end, frying won out, which I was okay with too. So here it is, chicken-fried antelope heart with mashed potatoes and white gravy. As a side, I also had some fried heart fingers with a friend’s homemade spicy barbecue sauce.
I trimmed the heart of all the sinew and fat, then butterflied it open. We had a hippie friend over and neither she nor my girlfriend, T. Rebel, were up for a full steak, which is why I sliced a bunch of fingers to fry. I did leave one slice steak sized for me. All of it got marinated in condensed milk for an hour or so while our friend regaled us with tales from her recent trip to French Guiana. This meal probably wouldn’t compete with some of the French food she had there, but she’s no stranger to good down-home country cooking either and was game to try the heart.
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By David Draper

I’ve never met deputy editor Colin Kearns’s brother Brian, but I can tell he’s my kind of guy. If his Facebook photos are any indication, he spends his time roasting whole hogs, going on BBQ-fueled road trips and otherwise leading a damn fine life. In short, I want to be him, especially after seeing his submission for this week’s Food Fight, which I’m predicting will slaughter my simple pot roast. But then, Brian’s a chef, so I don’t mind losing to a pro.
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