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I like how that’s an F150 pulling that.

Either or

Just received my tag in the mail for my first ever deer hunt. Super stoked and I have no one else to yap to about it!

https://phoenixtowingservice.com/car-safety-tips/arizona-trailer-towing-laws/ Length, Width, Height The size limitations for towing a trailer in Arizona are as follows. The height cannot exceed 13.5 feet. The width limit is 8.5 feet. Length limits are specific if less straightforward. For a trailer, 40 feet is the maximum. For a motor home, 45 feet is the maximum length allowed. However, the combined length of the vehicle that is towing and the vehicle or vehicles being towed cannot exceed 65 feet. Triple towing is permitted but only under certain circumstances. You can triple tow with a fifth wheel trailer, provided the overall length of all three vehicles is 65 feet or less. Brakes and Weight A trailer that has an unladen weight, meaning an as-delivered from the factory weight with empty tanks and without any personal goods loaded in, of 3,000 pounds or more must have trailer brakes. A breakaway switch is a requirement on trailers that weigh more than 3,000 pounds. Trailer Passengers Arizona is one of only 11 states in the United States that permits riding in all of the following: a towed fifth wheel trailer, a travel trailer and a pickup camper. State Rest Areas Overnight parking is permitted in state rest areas only where posted and provided the state rest area is open. In Arizona as of 2010, 13 of the state’s 18 rest areas that are operated by Arizona Department of Transportation (ADOT) are closed. The following are reported as open by Arizona Vacation Planner: Sentinel: Interstate Highway 8 between Gila Bend and Dateland Burnt Well: Interstate Highway 10 between Buckeye and Tonopah Texas Canyon: Interstate Highway 10 between Benson and Willcox Sunset Point: Interstate Highway 17 between Phoenix and Camp Verde Painted Cliffs: Interstate Highway 40 near the state border with New Mexico

Each state has different laws so research the states you plan to travel to. The first trailer has to be 5th wheel or gooseneck. Dont try and back up 2 trailers.

Head is better, depending on how you handle the meat in the field.

Fake news!!😉 tonto is close to target shooting. Taking hunting is perfectly legal

Just got these pics from my smith for my new build. I drew a LE muley tag in UT this year and figured I needed to up my muzzleloader game. It’s a sabotless rifle built by bad to the bone. Excited to get it here.

Bojangles used to own one, I believe he said he sold it to a guy out of the valley. Are you sucking up to try and score some more hunting time?

Before January 2019, I hadn't taken a buck with a bow or taken one with a rifle since 2016. For 2017 and 2018 rifle seasons, I told my husband if I couldn't find one at least 85", I was going to pass. Coues meat is my favorite, but we had enough for the two of us with his bucks. Passed a handful of nice bucks on both hunts and had a couple blown stalks during the bow seasons. Opening morning of the 2018 rifle hunt, I glassed up 2 bucks a little over 500 yards away. The biggest was about a high 70's, maybe 80". Not wanting to shoot, we continued to glass. About 25 minutes later, we hear 2 guys walking up on us. My husband asked if I wanted to tell them about the bucks and I said sure. He tells them the distance and asked if they wanted to take one and the guy said "you bet!" We had him look through our optics that were a tripod so he would know where they were. He gets set up with his rifle and my husband gives him the range. He shoots and isn't even close... hits 3 feet below the bucks feet and way right. The buck doesn't even spook because the shot was so far off the mark and the other buck just continues to feed. He's getting ready to fire again and my husband told him to hold on and shoot our rifle. It's dead on... I took an antelope with it with one shot at 709 yards. My husband sets up the gun and dopes it for him. The guy slides behind the rifle and can't find the buck in the scope. After a few looong minutes of my husband dialing the power on the scope up and down for him, he finds him and is ready. We get in our binos, tell him just hold right on him and smoothly squeeze the trigger. The gun sounds off and the buck takes 5 steps and is down for the count. The guy is so excited! I think he thanked us and shook my husband's hand about 6 times. lol It was a great feeling to help someone and see them so appreciative and happy. Fast forward to January 2019..... We are on the archery javelina hunt and I always have an OTC deer tag. We have put in almost 4 miles and the pigs have given us the slip twice. Back in December I had sprained my ankle and it was still pretty sore. I told my husband I needed to give it a break, so lets glass a little bit. We set up the tripods and are only in the glass about 3 minutes when he says those words we all love to hear..."I got a buck." What follows was even better..."He's a good one." We didn't have to do "rock, paper, scissors" to figure out who gets to go after him, because he didn't get an OTC tag this year. Lucky me! The buck was feeding in certain direction and the wind was good. To make an already long story short, I was able to position myself in front of where the buck was trying to go. I was in the shade and had good cover. I had time to tell myself..."Make this count. This doesn't happen every day. Stay calm, aim and follow through." I had ranged a few areas where I thought he was going to come out as it was real thick. At the 40 yard clearing, he walked right on by. I can now see he is coming straight at me. I'm watching him through the brush and with the terrain, he's either going to keep on his path or turn and come broadside in front of me at 25 yards with a clear shooting lane. Well...he turns. This is it...it's gonna happen! Everything now slows way down...it was the strangest thing. Almost like slow motion. I can see him on the other side of the brush. I draw my bow and settle in. I see his nose clear the brush, then his eye. He has no clue I'm even here. Now his neck and then his shoulder. I place my pin in that sweet spot just behind the crease and follow him. My bow fires, I don't remember touching off the trigger. It hits it's mark. He spins and blows out of there running straight away from me, so I can't see the exit. I watch him disappear and crash into the brush. I'm trying to see if he comes out on the other side of the brush...he doesn't. I still haven't moved and I hear some huffing sounds that are either him or some pigs then all is quiet. I wait about 15 minutes and decide I can slip down and see if I can find my arrow quietly. I find it and good blood right away and mark it. My husband stayed up on the top of the ridge, so I figure I better go get him and let him know I hit the buck. From where he was at, he couldn't see me, but he heard the arrow hit and heard the buck take off. The second he sees me he asks "Well?" I will never forget the look on his face when I told him I hit him and it should be good. It's now getting late in the day and we're worried about it getting dark. Lucky we had one bar of service to get a call out to a great friend to head our way in case we needed help finding the buck in the thick stuff. It's now about 40 mins after the shot. My husband and I get down to my arrow where I marked the blood and start slowly tracking through the brush. A few drops here and there, nothing, then a big pile, then back to a few drops. I'm not gonna lie...I was wondering what the heck? Maybe I didn't hit him as good as I thought. Then, "There he is!" He is off to the left....in the thick brush...and he is done! I couldn't believe what just happened! From where he was shot, he went about 60 yards. So many things have to go just right. I'm so thankful it was meant to be for me! We had him hung in a tree and skinned when our friends got to us. 2019 has started off almost like a dream. Let's hope the good mojo continues. With 9 bonus points I have drawn an early archery bull tag. Please keep your fingers crossed!

SJNF

How many arrows?

That's not a deer, that's a shrubbery! banger buck for sure!

34 A is a good unit. With 675 tags, expect company.

Yep I use them.

I'm getting out Woody, had enough. It sucks... lived my whole life here but it's just not for me anymore.

I love lighted knocks! I'm a bit trigger happy and I've waited til dark more then once to go back and collect arrows. I always run a track on my onxmaps when I'm bowhunting so I can retrace my steps.

Only thing in the regs states "Hunters cannot use lighted sight pins or other artificial light sources to extend legal shooting hours." https://s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/azgfd-portal-wordpress-pantheon/wp-content/uploads/archive/2019-20-Arizona-Hunting-Reguations_WEB_190508.pdf Honestly, not trying to be a wise guy, but I thought "Yes" and the overwhelming support in that thread indicated legality, not to mention there are few informative posts in there. Hope you bury a lighted nock into something this year!

depends on how big. no 110 no care

I’m so lost with this post? Is it about the big bull? A video of the big bull(alive or dead) or is it about a marginally gay cat? Wtf is going on here?

lapazflats Good guy to deal with! 👍👍👍

Seeker, Did you take that video before you shot it? Would it be possible to post a picture of the bull the day you shot it?

Man, too bad I missed this. By the way, newbie here as well. Whenever I'm taking a break from this particular interest, I'm usually found at home, watching my Pomeranian walk on his muttluk boots or play along with the wife and kids. Such a simple, yet, happy life. Have a nice day!

You were correct, Bill. It was Gambel's and scaled quail. Here's the column I did with Steve for Arizona Hunter & Angler. THE LAST SHOT RAIN, RAIN Copyright by Tony Mandile No doubt, most readers remember the little ditty, "Rain, rain go away, please come back another day." My parents taught it to me when I was a youngster, and I recall reciting it often when the rain kept me indoors during my childhood days in New Jersey. In the last few months, however, I have thought about the poem a lot --- especially after I had spent five or six hours afield in search of seemingly nonexistent quail. In case anyone failed to notice, this year's Gambels' quail season was a bummer. A few isolated areas held some decent numbers, but for the most part the little feathered devils were as scarce as hairs on Kojak's head. Don't ask me why, but I made one last trip during the last week of the season to the Mayer area. Perhaps my fantasies of finding a few 50-bird coveys made me do it. Then again, I think my being a glutton for punishment might have been the reason. Surprisingly, I stumbled onto one bunch of about 20 quail near a stock tank within 15 minutes of leaving the truck. On previous trips, finding birds in that short of time never happened, so my German shorthair no doubt thought she had died and went to heaven. Ginger pointed six birds over the next hour, but only two of them went into my game vest. When I missed, the dog usually turned and stared at me as if to say, "Hey, Deadeye, you point and let me handle the gun." The fun ended quickly, however. Ginger and I spent the next five hours driving from one stock tank to another. At each stop, we walked our tails off but never saw another feather. Since the season began, I have talked with other quail hunters. Most of them experienced the same kind of shooting. They located a few birds on one trip but none on the next. Places that had consistently produced good hunting in past years, such as the areas around Florence, Oracle, Globe and Wickenburg, turned into duds this season. Many of the hunters also said the birds seems wilder than they were during past seasons. Instead of running like they often do, the coveys flushed wildly far out of gun range. Consequently, relocating them presented somewhat of a problem at times. Without a dog this type of hunting quickly gets real tiresome and sometimes fruitless. Unless my memory is faulty, the last time the quail population dropped so dramatically was in the early 1970s. The reason was the same: the lack of rain, or more properly, the lack of rain at the right time. A few decades ago, Steve Gallizioli, who was then a biologist for the Arizona Game and Fish Department, conducted an extensive study on quail. The program lasted many years and consumed hundreds of man-hours. When it finally ended Gallizioli came up with two interesting results. His research showed hunting has little or no effect on quail numbers. What does have a drastic effect, however, is rain. Without sufficient moisture, quail reproduction is minimal. A lot of folks think the rains help best in the spring months, but Gallizioli debunks the misguided belief. "In order for it to benefit the birds, the rains must come between October and March. It's much better if they are dispersed over a longer time. This saturates the soil, which in turn prompts good plant growth." The actual reason for the importance of plants in the reproductive scheme was an unknown factor for a long time. Biologists knew green vegetation was necessary, but they weren't quite sure why. Recent research by the University of Arizona unraveled part of the mystery when it was determined that Vitamin A was a key to the quail's sexual development for mating. The university's study found higher concentrations of the vitamin in the bird's livers when they were mating. Once the eggs hatch, the chicks also derive benefits from increased vegetation. The young birds need a large amount of protein to survive, and the copious vegetation provides that protein in the form of increased insect populations. When the plants eventually go to seed, both the juvenile and adult birds have a generous and nutritional food supply. According to Gallizioli, late rains --- in March or April --- do little good because most plants are geared to sprouting from winter rains. "The best indicator of how good the fall season will be is the preponderance of spring flowers. If the desert blooms as it had been doing a few years back, you can expect to have lots of birds to hunt. We have had some decent rains this past December and January, but we still need a bit more," Gallizioli said. Mearns quail hunters had it a little better. This species is dependent on summer rains, and the "monsoons," which normally hit the state in August, help immensely. I made three trips south of Tucson this winter and busted five to eight coveys each time. Most of them contained less than 10 birds, but that's often the case with Mearns. My shorthair located four coveys on one trip. Each one, within a 1/4-mile of the others, had some younger birds in it. With next year in mind, my hunting buddy and I each killed six birds, then quit. Leaving enough birds to replenish the stock should provide good hunting again for 1989. Now that the season has ended finally, I'm hoping the many times I said, "Please come back another day," during the past few months will have some effect. If not, next year's hunts will be much like the past one. So cross your fingers and wish for lots of colorful flowers this spring. ----- 30 -----