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Last year was a little slow on big browns for me, but we did all right on chalks and hard whites. Ended up with a little over 80 elk sheds and 2 dozen or so deer sheds by the end of the year. Coolest ATL of the year Only brown set i found all year Fence line freebie about 300 yards from the bike Biggest set of the year. Probably 330 give or take Mid day stash pile for me and 2 of my buddies First pile to the buyer How did everyone else do?

This right here is how liberals are made.

More like a need for a cool place to reload and find peace with a growing family! Expensive stuff is staying in the house. Thanks.

Big Horn trim. It's a upgraded version of the SLT that was a regional option from the factory. There were a few options similar to it that aren't always listed when you look at the big auto websites.

Ha! I have 160 sqft under lock, key and combination and I'm drawing the line now!

Buster, Let preface what I am about to say with, I am an uneducated non degree holder. Now about data collection, it been my experience that data is not collected by the professor but by a few RA students needing a good grade and will many times adhering to the preconceived whims of whatever there presumptions are. It doesn't take a scientist to see that there were more elk before the hybred dogs were released in AZ and other places and it would be a safe assumption to say those dogs are part of the reason. So trphyhntr just might be onto something when he doesn't believe everything that's told him as gospel truth, furthermore, his opinion is just as valid as yours; because he as actually séen the effects those dogs have on the elk population.

i want this, but i need another hobby like i need another hole in my head.

When applicable, I always like to try and come back to supply an update after starting a thread so here it is. Factoring in security and return on investment, the container won hands down. Thanks, Lance and Vowell. I went with an insulated 20' container with OSB radiant barrier walls/ceiling (aluminum-sided sheets facing out) and a Portable AC (Over-sized/14,000 BTU) with 6" exhaust/vent. I'm certainly not a carpenter and was not seeking perfection, but would be happy to share any other information upon request.

Almost every crew on you tube came to Az this year. I think we will see a huge influx of out of state hunters in Dec and Jan because of the amount coverage and exposure this avenue provides. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing.

Anyone looking for a new hunting buddy? Akc papered pups 2 white male ,2 white female , 2 black male and a black female 4 weeks now $650 pm questions mom and dad on site, will be ready beginning of march

Yes! I’ve camped, fished, and hunted in the Apache Forest. I invite the howls while around the campfire. AZ is the first state I’ve heard wild wolves and I love that feeling of being in the wilderness! Nature is not nice! Wilderness is my happy place 🤠 I’m not the hunters enemy, because I am one. I’m also an avid fly fisherman and have seen what the absence of apex predators does to riparian areas.

Please do not display the ignorance of assuming my acknowledgment to anything that I didn’t say specifically. The data doesn’t lie, people do! Here’s one that will blow your mind- https://fuelgreatminds.com/data-doesnt-lie-people/ Now if I was a teacher, I’d never bring politics into the classroom, such as the lesson in the link. I would never disrespect a sitting president! That being said, this guy explains data and the manipulation of it very well! This is misquoted and was a response to gunsmith.

Prices vary on the container depending on grade, any refurbishing (seal/paint), and insulation. After shopping options, I felt like I got a good deal for refurbished and insulated 20' @ $3000. Another $500 for wood, chalk, paint, etc. and a smoking OfferUp deal for a new LG portable AC @ $200. Electrical is next.

Funny how the Irony in life. I would say lots of people on the forum are so called professional hunters or semi professional. But yet all alot of our tactics and ethics are different. Just like in any field of professionalism, especially in the science community. That is why Trophy hunter doesn't believe half the crap because its just one sided and all information is not given. But we take it as doctrine, and if the celebrity's tell us its truth so it has to be right?? The only thing I heard from my teachers is go to school, get a degree, and work for a big company. That is the best thing we can do right?? Well I didn't go to school, and I started my own business. My entire family 4 siblings, mom, dad all graduated from ASU, brother MBA from Norte Dame and Im the only person who doesn't have a college degree but yet I own my own company. The Irony!!

"It has been my observation than the more degrees involved, the less common sense is demonstrated. " I have to pretty much agree with your comment. After all......does't a PHd = piled higher and deeper?

Never been lost. This incident from the 1980s is about as close as I've come to it. It's one of my LAST SHOT columns from ARIZONA HUNTER & ANGLER. Copyright by Tony Mandile ONE-DOG NIGHT Thirty years have passed since my first venture into Arizona's great outdoors. During that time I've had both some good and bad experiences. Thankfully, most have been of the former variety. One experience I never had was getting lost. Oh, I had times when I was slightly "turned around," but none where I had absolutely no clue as to my location. Consequently, I've never spent a night away from my main camp unless it was intentional -- with at least a basic supply of necessities. Like most of us probably do, though, I frequently wondered how I'd handle it. My late grandfather indoctrinated me early about the perils of being unprepared if it becomes necessary to spend the night away from camp. So I committed myself to carrying matches, an extra candy bar or two and water in areas where it is scarce. Under the right circumstances a person can live many days without food or water other than in the hot desert. So the candy and water were simply feel-good conveniences. But the matches seemed the most important to me. We often read stories about people getting lost and dying. These accounts continually upset me, especially when the victim had spent only a night or two in the woods. I always wondered how someone becomes a casualty in such a short time. Yet it happens too many times every year. Most folks who get lost die of hypothermia, the medical name for exposure. Characterized by a rapid lowering of one's body temperature and uncontrollable shivering, it soon causes disorientation and a loss of energy. Death is the final consequence. Hypothermia frequently follows panic, a common occurrence when a person becomes lost. Of course, it's very disheartening because the tragedy can be avoided if a person keeps his head on straight. About five years ago on a lion hunt with Joe Mitchell in the Mazatzal Wilderness Area near Rye, I finally found out what's it like to spend a night in the wilderness alone without any food, water or equipment. Luckily, I knew where I was all the time. But my camera, a .357 handgun, matches, a candy bar and a light rain jacket made up my meager supplies. About the only panic I had came with the realization of having only three cigarettes. I knew I had to ration them to make it through the night and part of the next morning. Mitchell and I had cut a hot track early that morning and stayed on it for six hours. Eventually, that track crossed another set. The dogs, confused by the second track, split into two groups. So I trailed one bunch, while the guide followed the other. At sunset, my group of dogs were nowhere to be seen. I dropped off the ridge into the canyon where Mitchell had been about an hour earlier. He was gone, too. Realizing it was at least a five hour walk to camp and thinking I could make it before midnight, I stumbled through the darkness along the meandering trail. It was a bad decision. I lost the trail three different times when it crossed the stream bed, got smacked in the face by an unseen branch and had more than one prickly pear cactus deposit its spines in my shins. I decided hiking in the dark without any moonlight was not my thing. Thoughts flowed readily, but panic was not one of them. Instead, everything I had read or been taught about this kind of situation came to mind. I began looking for a protected place on the trail with enough nearby firewood to get me through the night. Such a place existed only a few yards up the trail. A downed tree, though rotten and and a bit damp, offered plenty of firewood, and the light from my cigarette lighter revealed enough dry kindling nearby to sustain the wet wood. After building a fire ring out of rocks on some level ground, I gathered enough small wood to get a blaze started, broke the rotten log into smaller pieces and stacked them outside the fire ring. As the pieces dried from the heat of the fire, I would have a continuous supply of larger chunks to burn. The warmth from the flames quickly countered the chill from the March evening. Hungry and weary from hiking around the up-&-down wilderness all day, I ate half of my candy bar and saved the rest for breakfast. I then cleared a "bed" next to the fire within easy reach of the drying wood. With my rolled up daypack tucked beneath my head, I snuggled up beside the now blazing fire. A few minutes later, a noise that sounded like something walking through dry leaves came from the blackness. Just as I reached for my handgun, one of Mitchell 's hounds wandered into the light of the fire, and I let out a sigh of relief. "Here, Jake," I called. The hound moved warily toward me, then stopped ten feet away and laid down on a bed of fallen leaves. "Suit yourself," I said, thinking it was nice to have company anyway. I tried sleeping again, but worried about Joe and what he would think. No doubt he might imagine the worst. Just then, the sound of rustling leaves made me look over my shoulder. Jake, with head lowered, cautiously crept to where I lay, circled once and then lowered himself to the ground and pushed up against my back. Providing a bit of body heat for each other, my canine buddy and I went to sleep. Over the next 11 or 12 hours, I woke often to rekindle the flames with a fresh supply of the dead tree. And each time, I lay back down, Jake wiggled his body closer to mine. The next morning, after a five-hour, uphill hike, Jake and I reached the main road. I immediately heard the whine of an ATV. As the three-wheeler came around a bend, the driver spotted me and stopped. "Are you Tony?" he asked. "Yes." He then told me he was Mitchell’s dad and had arrived the previous night. "Joe called me and said you might be lost. He drove down to Rye this morning because he thought you might come out that way. Did you have a bad night? "Well, I could use a cigarette and a sandwich. But other than that, I'm fine. I spent the night with a warm fire in front of me and a warm dog behind me." The man smiled. "Oh, you had a one-dog night, huh?" ----- 30 -----

Let your loved one pick one out for valentines day, if a puppy is not good enough or doesn't make them happy...... get a new loved one!

the season approaches. not much posted last 2 years-this crew must be gettin old and going fishing instead...... good luck. most of my on-foot honey holes were along fr170 in 4b. early season access to 4a, 4b is from fr504. lee

Just an update, I found him a couple days ago still alive, but he was in Pretty bad shape.even took video of him. There were lion tracks following his after I hit him, I have no idea how he could’ve shook a lion but he did. Must be the toughest deer in southern az. Was able to get within 100 yards before I lost him in the mesquites.Still can’t see how he can make it very long, but he’s proven me very wrong to this point. Pretty crappy feeling to be responsible for wounding any buck like that, especially a big Old Buck like him, 105”+.All I can do is learn from my mistakes and try not to let this happen again,but I do realize this can be a part of bow hunting. maybe he’ll prove me wrong again and I can try for him next season, but I doubt it.

Well heck if you are going to hire a guide then pick a guide and ask him where to put in. There are really good bulls in every ELK unit. It is a lottery you know and every year you wait the harder it is to win. You want the best experience the early archery hunt is in my opinion the best.

It’s terrible. Hopefully we go to draw archery

And we can see the OTC tags go bye bye

Ran across them a number of times along the road. I think the 36 units had more out of state license plates than AZ by a margin of three to one.

Follow up.. Brett did a fantastic job.

Allusion is not admission.