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Well the old man got it done!!!! 64 years old 4 of 7 all spot and stalk. He's a sneaky dude... Couldn't be more proud of him!!!

Deer can be anywhere.. First Coues I ever shot, I was glassing off a point. saw deer half mile away, got up to go them and ten steps later there was a lone buck10 yards away looking the other way. Easy kill. Then theres Trphyhntr He glasses Pigs from his bar stool .....LOL...............BOB!

Got him yesterday New Mexico

about 35 miles. i like my bed.

I have had this rifle for a while and was fortunate to get a new Vortex Razor HD AMG installed on it. What a great scope and it shoots pretty good also. Eric is a great guy to work with just awesome customer service. Yea I puked on that last shot on that five shot string

SOLD- Winchester M70 Featherweight Stock. Long action. One piece bottom metal. Nice wood. This is a stock from a 30-06 which I purchased new and I put the barreled action into another stock. This stock has not been in the field or range. Located in Flagstaff.

Obama is invited to speak at his funeral, Trump's not invited to attend. McCain decided this prior to his death. Does it get any clearer?

lee elbert 500 w reidhead show low AZ why don't you just stop by the house sometime you silly, mouthy little twat? lee

Well I haven't been able to get away from work to do any hunting this season yet but I did finally get the buck that I killed last year back from the taxidermist.So now Alfred has his good buddy Tiny Tim to "hangout" with.

george soros. anytime, anyplace.

I feel incredibly fortunate to have harvested my 2018 spring (really summer) bear. This was the first time I've ever applied for, got drawn for, and hunted bear-- so I went into this with little knowledge, all your guys' advices, and God's good grace. I began hunting out of a blind but the bears tore it down after roughly a week and a half, which made me both amused and a bit nervous. Several encounters of bears coming in between 8 and 20 yards left me feeling blessed, and honestly would have been enough to satisfy my expectations and hopes for my first hunt. Despite the blessings that unfolded, there grew an insatiable curiosity in me: these bears would come in, stop, sniff, smell me, and then leave. I couldn't understand it. I'd used scent spray, avoided excess scents such as deodorant (yes I smelled pretty bad at the end of each day haha), lotion, detergents, etc, paid attention to the wind, and I doused myself in scent cover sprays-- yet my attempts were futile. It was so baffling and yet amazing. What really blew me away was an article that illuminated the following: humans have 6 million olfactory receptors, Blood Hounds 1.8 billion, and bears 12.6 billion. That left me wondering how it would ever be possible to stump their physiology. Additionally, I'd read about, and somehow forgotten on my own, the fact that bears can smell... are you ready to be transfixed... our sweat. Human sweat. My sweat. You guys, I don't know how this simple, simple fact eluded my common sense. I'd been re-wearing several of the same pieces because I thought that the clothes would adopt nature's aromas. Needless to say I learned a lesson. The very next day (July 4th), my dad and headed out with a few new tactics up our sleeves. At this point, my dad had come out with me twice but had yet to see a bear on this hunt, unlike the other company I'd taken, who had all seen bears... including my mom. My poor dad, I kept thinking, the guy who deserves to see these animals the most– for so many reasons– isn't seeing anything. He's going to start thinking I'm making everything I've seen up. Well we hiked our usual route but this time stopped roughly 150 yards before our spot. We took off our clothes, wiped ourselves down with a cold towel to remove the sweat, put on new clothes, sprayed our scent cover, and rubbed mint leaves over ourselves. We then slowly, so as not to begin sweating again, walked into our spot. The first two hours were quiet as far as bears went but screamed with the sounds of other small wildlife. I filled my time with reading my bible and conversation with God, often praying that my dad would get to at least see a bear. Around 8:10am, I swiveled my head to my right, looking to match a sound I thought I heard with the sight of an animal. Nothing was there. But to my left, a twig snapped, and my body rushed with excitement as I turned my head and saw the sun shine down on a beautiful cinnamon bear. She walked in to about 16 yards and stopped to smell around. Her head whirled from left to right and I though for sure she would catch my scent and take off as the others had done before. But that never happened. To my surprise, she lowered her head for a drink, and I drew my bow back as smoothly as I'd ever done. As the pin began to settle around the vitals I told myself just let go...don't wait...she'll run...just do it. The arrow left my bow, passed through her mass, and she took off. I sat there in disbelief. Looking up at my dad, who sat about 10 yards above me, I waited and waited for him to look down at me and... congratulate me, validate me, tell me everything went smoothly and that the deed was all but done? I'm not sure what I wanted, but a palpable sense of eagerness and nervousness overtook me only to disappear roughly a [long] minute later when he finally looked down and gave me a thumbs up. Gosh I love my dad. We spent the next two hours packing up our things, hiking back to the truck, hiking back in, tracking, and finding my girl laying under a tree about 60 yards away. I am very much hooked on bear hunting. There's nothing like getting close to animals of this caliber. I look forward to many more hunts with my dad, spending time with God, and learning just how special these animals are.

I ended up doing the stippling myself. Most shops had long turn around times that was far too long for my carry pistol. YouTube university is great start. Then I bought the equipment for less than $25 at Lowe's. I practiced on a few knives, holsters, etc at first. Then I tried the Pearce grip extenders then the actual pistol. I was really happy with the results.

Grilling up the dove from last year now. Gonna need to fill up the freezer with more. 100% willing to pay someone to clean the birds

davehc130. Please stop responding to any of my posts that I start.

like i said..compensating....

RIP, and oh thanks Mr Mccain for being the sole reason Obamacare wasn’t repealed. He was in Government “service” way to long. Poster boy for term limits.

Not a Coues, but my favorite dead head

I strongly disagree. Seating depth, especially with certain bullets designs, makes a HUGE difference in accuracy. Especially with the OP's choice of bullets. Can also effect ES/SD, pressure, and average velocity. Meaning more consistent downrange accuracy and less dispersement. Seating depth can make 1" groups turn into 1/4" groups.

I don't believe you at all. I don't even know that you are in fact a hunter. I feel as though you are an antihunter here simply to start crap. I am done with you.

Lots of dream hunts but right now Alaska coastal black bear hunt and Wyoming elk back country hunt are in reach in the coming 6 years for sure

I agree that watching your own bird dog work and find coveys is very satisfying.

Fly in archery moose with fishing, or archery Cape buffalo

Kamchatka brown bear with bow.

300 win mag. Done messing around with multiple rifles. One and done

Dump out some of your H1000 on a tray and take a real good look at it. Is it possible it's been contaminated by mixing in a faster burning powder on accident? That would give you pressure problems. You wouldn't be the first guy to do that one and you would be somewhere in line behind me.