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were at 137 deaths out of 4.5 million people. 93 days since the first covid case here. do some people still think we should be scared and quarantined? are there people who still think this wasnt a political tool?

AZ population 7,286,000 275 Covid Deaths 0.0000377436% death rate ( % of population dying in AZ) So let's say we didn't do anything, no social distancing, no business closures...and the deaths in AZ were 100 times higher (27,500 deaths) That would be a death rate of 0.0037743618 in AZ... not even 1%! COVID-19 isn't even close to being in the top 10 for causes of deaths in AZ

Somethings going on that just flat out doesn't add up.

a few weeks ago the navajo county health dept checked out the old show low K-Mart vacant building to house patients. entire county only has 110,000 residents. i no longer believe anything from the press. 1984. lee

And where would the numbers be if we did nothing. Where would the hospitals be? Where would your family members be? It’s easy when it’s not you and yours. It’s easy to criticize without all the info. So are we thinking the government is all for making their sweet deal all rocky and uncertain and tossing out all that free income they got from us? Really, so are we saying that if you owned a business you could try to screw up and it just kept shoving money down your throat reguardless that you would be inclined to wreck that so you have more control? So send your employees and customers packing but keep sending them checks and helping other companies with your money and this is going to get you control? ya I think the government did this on purpose, makes sense.

I think PARTS of the US had/has a major problem. Blanket rules did nobody any favors. I think there is some political shennanigans going on for sure.

Meet my grandfather, Frank Mitchell. He was born in the Ozarks in the years prior to WWI. He suffered from dyslexia which no-one had ever heard of, and by the 4th grade his formal education was over. His parents couldn't understand his learning disabilities in school but decided it's best he stay home and work the family farm and lumber mill and help put his eleven brothers and sisters thru school.Fast forward to WWII, Grandpa Frank is driving truck delivering goods for the war effort. His wife had been diagnosed with tuberculosis years earlier and is in a Little Rock Sanatorium. He's raising two daughters on his own. When the war concludes, he takes his daughters out of school, drives them to visit their mother in the hospital. The hospital staff allows my grandmother out onto the grounds for a brief walk with her family but grandpa had other plans. He picks his wife up and with kids in tow dashes to their car. They drive away leaving AR in the rearview mirror and don't stop until they arrive in the Valley of the Sun He buys a lot west of Phoenix along the Salt River, builds a home out of river rock his kids carry from the banks. Soon his best Friend from AR joins him and buys a lot nextdoor, builds his home. Grandpa is offered a trucking route in west AZ, Parker, Quartzite and soon the family is living in the gold rich hills of Polomas. Yuma County, AZ. The home he buys there was built in the 1860s by Mexican placer miners and is on over a hundred patented mining acres. No indoor plumbing, no electricity, no neighbors, but not lacking in gold. Over the next several decades, Grandpa drives truck and has his children and grandchildren working his enterprises. They raised mules for prospecting trips. Goats were raised for meat and milk...the sheep, well they didn't work out, too many lion. Oh and gold was extracted from the placer deposits. A lot of gold. Doctors from the Valley had formed a mining Corporation and leased a milling site from Frank. They had a 60' trommel built and delivered to the mill site. But after just a year the docs were realizing how much work and money was involved and they abandoned the wash plant. Now grandpa had a free trommel. Grandpa didn't trust banks, not after living thru the Great Depression. The gold was beginning to accumulate. He put it in mason jars and coffee cans and got creative hiding it. Then came his divorce. His wife could no longer take their pioneering minimalist life style. She made it known she was moving to Phoenix to live with my aunt. She wanted half of the marriages wealth too. But she'd have to find it first. Fueled by equal parts greed, paranoia, anger and occasionally mezcal, Frank went on a gold caching binge. There was no way Frank was going to roll over for his ex bride and her subhuman rat like lawyers, NO! He hid his wealth, his retirement his love. He hid gold so well that in his later life and declining health, when he thought it was all clear. When he thought it was time to buy things for his ex-wife out of guilt and love, he would spend countless days searching for where he had hid much of it. Remember the home he built along the Salt River in Tolleson? It had been sold off decades earlier but his best friend of over a half century, still lived in the home he built next door to Frank. Frank was in his 70s, his health rapidly declining from exposure to the sun, tequila and the 4 pack a day cigarette habit. He wanted to drive home one last time to AR. Ever present beside him in the old datsun pickup truck was a leather briefcase with a dozen. Mason jars full of gold. He knew carrying gold was a risky venture. And the question of how much gold to take to AR weighed on his mind. On his way east, heading out on on I-10 he stopped at his buddies home. His friends wife wasn't fond of Frank. A plan to cache some gold at his buddies house was carried out that night after the friends wife went to bed. A couple jars of gold were hid and Frank had no doubt he could trust his buddy. Frank drove on to AR a couple jars lighter of gold but felt reassured caching gold was a smooth move, like having insurance. Frank's health was bad. Family in AR convinced him to see a doctor. After an exam and xrays, The news was grim, lung cancer. In the days ahead a lung was removed the other left in diminished capacity.. It would be almost a year before Frank would feel strong enough to drive home to Arizona and tie up the loose ends of his excessive life. But before leaving AR he received word from my aunts, his long time companion and confidant in Tolleson was dead, killed suddenly in a traffic accident. This left him with quite the cunundrum. How to recover the jars of gold from the home of his late friend? One aunt tells me Frank's friends wife was bitter, even jealous of the two men's friendship. She was outwardly hostile towards Frank like a simmering pot ready to boil over. Frank stayed clear of her and never recovered the gold hidden below the homes wooden living room floor board. My other aunt is much younger and has a slightly different recollection of where the gold was hidden. She says Frank confided to her it was buried in the homes side yard close to a stand of oleanders that separated that home from where Frank and my aunt had lived next door. She went on to tell me the home had a concrete floor, the gold is in the yard. How much gold in a Mason jar? I wish I knew first hand. EX. A quart jar holds 2 lbs of water. Gold weighs 19.3 times the weight of H2O, at $1,700 dollars a troy ounce...31 grams, you do the math. But it wasn't the only time Grandpa lost gold.Grandpa's headstone The mining operation wasn't a small one. Over the years, hills were literally flattened by him recovering gold.

now people are gonna move here

Beautiful bird! Congrats to all involved

People need to quit drinking the kool-aid.

The cheapest I have found is your kid holds it for you, Tell them it builds character, really strong arms for the chicks, and any contest involving articulated horizontal weight displacement competition he will win.

worst unit in the state, no elk anywhere. Best to turn your tag back in

First reported case.

Turkeys are not stupid. When people start driving around in March skuwaking like sick ducks they head for the quiet areas. It was an early spring this year, I already have baby Quail running around.

I can help with info in 24, if you’re interested....at least where not to go!

Unit 1 was a little tough. Birds were chatty before the sun comes up, but go silent after they hit the ground. Sunday we didn’t hear a gobble. Caught this guy on Saturday and he was a nice bird. Very blessed with him. One tag left for my wife now.

Spring 🦃 went pretty good for me. Headed up for a quick hunt Sunday and after 1 and a half hours had a nice Tom come in.

Not to ruffle any feathers but this is what everyone wants their Creed to be. 😁

We spent opening weekend in and out of toms. My daughter should have been done at 6am Friday morning, but her dad, a supposed turkey hunting veteran, made a rookie (ie, excited dad) mistake. My son was determined to stay the course and today, April 22, 2020, is a day of days. A day I'll long not forget. Jacob decided he wanted another chance at a turkey, so we took off last night packing light for the one night and morning we had available this week. I'm swamped at work, and he's now teaching Taekwondo classes to other kids his age and younger (I love that he's a black belt now). We were in our sleeping bags early and up at 4am this morning. It was cold, but we got dressed, ate breakfast, and made a plan. As we hiked up Plan A canyon, a bird gobbled over in Plan B canyon. We took off cross country, cutting distance and relocating the bird. That bird turned into what we thought were 3, maybe 4 birds up in front of us. A lone gobbler fired off up above them, followed by a gobble down to our left. Good odds, right? I let them know we were there, and simulated two different hens flying down off roost. That's a new tactic for me, but one I'll definitely be incorporating more. One more gobble and the woods went dead quiet. We were about to move somewhere else, so we stood up. I gave one call before we walked out to get the decoys, just to see what would happen. The whole flock gobbled at once 50 yards away. We had to scramble to sit back down! The woods got eerily quiet again, and I was figuring they busted us sitting down. "I can see them!", Jacob whispered. Lessons were learned (Friday morning), so I sat back, patiently waiting for the birds to come in directly in front of us. They didn't come directly in front of us, but in from my hard right. I saw two or three sets of legs and then, 10 or 12 total jakes came strutting in and they lit up when they saw the decoys. I was nervous waiting for one to separate away from the group for Jacob. "Shoot when you've got one separated." I purred one more time, heard the shot, and saw the gobbler on the ground! It was 5: 58am. Jacob had his first turkey on the ground. It was a 12-lb jake with a 4-inch beard, and very worn spurs. The coolest part: I used the slate call he built himself last year to call those birds in! "Dad, can you use my homemade call? It would be so cool for you to call in my bird with a call I made myself!" Tell me with a straight face how you say no to that! We are extremely blessed. 16 years ago right now, my head was spinning after losing my dad on April 10, 2004, while waiting for my daughter to be born (April 25, 2004). Neither of my kids knew their grandpa and he loved turkey hunting and fishing. A good friend up here has become a grandpa-figure to both my kids and he took us to this spot this weekend. He stopped by the house today to see the bird and hear the whole story after we told part of the story via text. Rubberband Man came on SXM as we got to town. Yes, we rolled down the windows, talked about "Stripes", and cranked it! He's addicted to turkey hunting and I'm an extremely proud dad! I wish these pics would post normal! GRRR!

Mostly mid morning - I would get in the blind at dark and leave at dark - like I said long days. One day I decided to get in later because a buck was coming in later - checked my camera and a big ol black bear had come in about 30 mins before I got there- the season was open. I would freeze 8 water bottles and drink all of them and use them to cool me off. Also a spare battery to charge the phone- download some movies - if you really lucky get cell service and surf the net all day. Good luck shoot me a PM if you want more info

Finally found one on the shelf and grabbed it. 30 rounds through it already and love it!

As of today June 16th, I know of seven hunters that have tagged out. I got mine on the 2nd day of the hunt. All of the bulls are nice ones with one being a real giant!