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Bump.. don’t have room for two boats at my house

We’ll be there next Friday through Tuesday also.

2004 Polaris Trailblazer 250- Recently rebuilt motor. Less than 20 miles on it since the rebuild only taken it out once. Tires in fair shape. New battery. Runs like a champ fires right up. Asking 2750$ 1997 Yamaha Timberwolf- Needs tires all the way around. Runs and drives but does need some work, if it hasn’t been started recently it is kind of a pain to get going. Asking 800$ Both quads are Located in Williams. I have a cover for each quad that will be included. Make me an offer.

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No, both quads are 2wd.

Selling my Pse X-Force, 60-70# limbs. will go ready to shoot with a 3 pin sight, trophy taker fall away rest, stabilizer and 5 arrow quiver. Its shooting my arrows at 275 FPS. Shot and hunted with this bow since I got it only reason Im selling is I just bought the new Pse they came out with. Currently set at 26 draw but I have the modules for 29 draw and may have some to make it a 28 draw. Can take more pictures tonight with stabilizer and quiver on the bow if needed. Asking 400$ or best offer. Located in Williams.

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Hey guys, I have a '81 johnson 90 horse V4, last trip down to alamo I broke a plastic piece on the motor and cannot for the life of me figure out what it's called to order a new one. On the right side of the motor where the throttle cables connect there is a pivoting arm and on top of that is a lever that connects right under the flywheel. Where it connects underneath the flywheel is the plastic piece that broke, the little lever snaps into it but it broke into little pieces the only way I can currently run the boat is at an idle. If you know what this piece is called please leave a comment so I can get the boat back up and running I'd greatly appreciate it.

Finally connected on a mule deer two weeks ago after quite a few misses over the years saw deer everywhere last year but couldn't hunt cuz I killed a Coues in January with my bow but had my mind set on a mule deer this year, 63 yard shot it was a little back but angled up into the vitals the way he jumped the string. The arrow plugged the hole on both sides which made it tough to follow blood for the first 150 yards or so we only found 3 drops of blood and mainly tracked him by his footprints which was tough in the rocks but then he jumped a big fallen log and the arrow feel out then he started bleeding pretty good could follow it at a fast walk and he only made it another 75 yards or so, then the work began got back to the truck at 4am with me and my girlfriend each carrying half the deer out, woulda been heck by myself trying to get it all out but we packed out every ounce of meat off that buck back to the truck. Only thing we left behind was the guts and lungs. I just feel that if you leave behind meat because of where you have to carry it your nothing but lazy. Scored him after we got home he's right at 160 with some change. Honestly have no idea if I shot the bigger of the two bucks but I've never been known to hunt for horns either haha

Funny- the rut isn't over til they say it's over.

Just found a page on Facebook called Sages Reloading Supply he sells brass and bullets, placed an order and got it in the mail 2 days later across the country! Best prices I've seen he also has a website under the same name where you can order but he runs specials on his Facebook page. Just thought id throw it out there if anyone is interested check it out.

Ive killed two bulls with the 180 grain hornady BTSP's one was at 50 and the other a little over 300 out of my 300 win mag, shot each one 3 times and found two bullets out of each one, perfect mushrooms. Might be one to try

So i was walking my mom in on some bucks during the deer hunt and she wouldn't answer me on the radio and i can see her looking through the scope but i thought there's no way she can see that deer from where she's at so I'm watching through the binos and she shoots, few seconds later i hear the shot so i swing over to the deer and they're just looking not spooked and then i hear on the radio "gas money" haha she didn't end up with the deer she wanted passed on bucks i wouldn't have to think twice about but we sure did get our gas money after a long sew job from the 180 grain bullet she pumped through his neck

Found the smaller horn 2 weekends ago and made 4 trips back into where i found it and finally picked up the other side on the 5th day hiking in that area, the other side was over a mile away from the first side, picked up 5 sheds the day i found the second side, he scores 145" with a 23" spread credit, a guy i know saw this buck and thinks he was at least 28" wide if thats true he tips over the 150 mark!! Pictures dont do this thing justice almost a 6 inch eyeguard on one side and the G2 on the bigger side is over 20 inches!

I was out superbowl sunday and got stuck in a drift, dead phone, CB couldnt pick up anything so i had a long walk out (10+ miles) before i finally ran into someone and the toms were going nuts where i was, least i have a starting point for my tag been going back every week and seeing em in the same drainage.

I drew a pig tag and made a few trips down on the days I could without seeing much of anything and then my brother in law Donnie went out with me and we found deer after deer all morning and I glassed up a little mule deer buck and put him to bed and put a stalk on him and it didn't work out I saw a deer walking away so I thought I was busted and walked back up the hill we were glassing on to find out he walked 10 feet and started feeding. I was going to wait for him to bed down to try again and so we kept glassing and found some more deer then my brother in law found this guy and we made the hike into where he was and I hit him a hair low with the first arrow but he didn't run so i knocked another one and the second shot was right where i wanted it and we watched him expire. Looks like I'm gonna ride left bench on the rifle hunts this year but i'm more than happy with this buck i'd do it again next January. When i gutted him out my first arrow hit the bottom of his heart and the second shot center punched both of his lungs it wasn't even a minute from the first shot to when he expired. What made it a little bittersweet is that exactly a year ago from the day I got my first archery deer is the day we put my grandfather in the ground and if you think he wasn't there with us think again! Felt like he was right there with me the whole time. Thanks again Donnie couldn't do it without you brother.

I hung one up north for this January hunt with intentions of sitting it, had both mule deer bucks and whitetail bucks id shoot if i had the chance then went down south and killed a whitetail during my pig hunt..went back to get the camera and stand and bumped a bigger Buck than the one i killed..figures!

Hornady he's a full bred heeler

sure did, about the only time i wear full camo is when im calling coyotes

I shoot the DRT broadheads the fixed two blades with the little bleeder blades, the deer i shot yesterday his lungs were literally cut in half. clean pass through on both shots one caught the bottom of his heart the other was in his lungs

I shoot the 40 Grain V-max out of my .223 at 3800 FPS and havent had an exit once on coyotes, Shot placement is key on these lighter bullets i imagine where the shoulders meet the spine and aim there. Havent lost a single one since i started with this load. I wouldnt be afraid to shoot a cat with this load i think if the shot is placed right youll only get a small entry hole. just have to give the energy a place to go without tearing the hide.

I'm going to start by saying that the man that I have looked up to my entire life passed away in January, my grandfather. I wouldn't be half the man I am today if it weren't for him. My father left when I was young and my grandpa took me under his wing, He's the one that taught me everything about the outdoors, whether it be how to hunt, fish, or the simple things like hooking up the brush-hog to the tractor or taking your hat off at the table. So when I got the money pulled from my account for an elk tag I had one thing in mind, do it for him. The guy that was supposed to be helping me ended up in the ER with chest pains a week before my hunt and ended up having triple bypass surgery, so now i'm on my own. I didnt get too caught up in scouting early, i let the rut go by and spent every second i could the three weeks before my hunt hiking to the top of the biggest mountain in the area to look for elk. I saw some bulls, but nothing I really wanted to wrap my tag around, then three days before the hunt i found him. A big 5x6 that just showed up in a spot i thought i had already exhausted. So i kept tabs on him and i found him every night after that leading up to the hunt, he came over the same saddle, walked to the ridge on his right and would slowly feed his way down. I couldnt get out to scout in the mornings due to work and college but i had a feeling i could find him. I got there way early friday morning and hiked to the top and sat there for an hour and a half before i could even think about glassing, when it finally hit gray light i swung my tripod around to the bottom of that ridge and there he was. He fed around the corner to the next cut where i couldnt see him so i grabbed my stuff and hiked way around the backside of the mountain to try and get eyes on him again, i got around to where i could see the drainage i thought he was in and Bam right where i thought they'd be is the smaller bull that i last saw him with, i watched him bed down under a pine and made my move, I had to cross two big drainages and a third smaller one but I had my grandpa in the back of my mind the whole time and kept going. I got one ridge across from where i saw the smaller bull, slipped off my pack and crawled out to the edge to peek over, i found the smaller bull in the same tree and i could tell he was looking away from the way the right horn was, but i didnt see any other elk. So i slowly crawled up a little farther and still no other elk, so i just laid there, i didnt take my binos because i was within 100 yards and the wind was good. So i got set up and was laying there for about an hour and a half and then i caught movement in the skyline, hunters. Four guys came walking over and headed straight down towards the elk, and next thing i knew there was elk running out of every tree on the opposite ridge it seemed like, going every direction but i never got eyes on the big one. So i hiked back up to my glassing spot on the very top and started glassing, its about noon now so i know that the elk are going to move to get out of the sun, it might only be ten steps but i knew they were going to move. So i found an elk on the farthest ridge i could see, about 3 miles from me and i wasnt sure if it was him but to me its always worth a shot. So i threw my pack back on and started the second stalk of the day. I figured the easiest way to get to this one was to just go straight down the mountain to the bottom and come up one drainage over from the elk i saw and then crawl over, it would be less than 100 yards again. I got there about an hour later and crawled over, found an elk laying in a tree and it was a decent six point (remember this bull), but not the one i wanted quite yet. So i slowly crawled back over to my pack and made the trip to the top of the mountain this elk was on, i knew the bull I wanted was usually on his feet a little after 4 PM. So i got to the top of this mountain and started glassing the other one, and right after 4:30 PM i found him, knew he was doing his usual thing so i grabbed my pack and started the run. I got one ridge across from where they usually were about 15 minutes before the sun went down and i could see him across the drainage feeding down, just like he did the previous 2 nights. So I laid there and he fed down and he was at the same elevation as me and a smaller bull he was with fed out into an opening and i thought here we go here's my chance, and all i could see was horns walking straight away from me and out of sight. I didnt want to push him so i went back to my pack and hiked up the mountain in the dark and down the backside to my truck. I went home and slept then got up at 3 the next morning but i just had a feeling that i needed to wait until shooting light to make the hike up the mountain. I still can't figure out where this feeling came from but i have a pretty good idea, I was hiking up a ridge to the top of the mountain and i looked down to my left and theres the bull im after standing 60 yards below me staring right at me. I had left him on the total opposite side of the mountain the night before. I slowly slid the gun off my shoulder and probably should have taken the standing shot but on a bull this big I wanted a solid rest. so i extended the legs on my bipod as slow as possible and got one out and swung down, then i started to slide the second leg out and when it hit the end it made that click and the bull decided he had enough so then i swung it down and sat down, he ran up the opposite ridge and started heading down the hill on top of that finger but he slowed down to a walk and when he got to the last opening i yelled "HEY" and he stopped and i was in my scope and squeezed it off, no whop, no elk. I immediately started glassing and i found him about 2 miles below me walking just fine with no blood anywhere on him. So then i'm thinking my scope got bumped when i was crawling or maybe it got bumped during all the walking i had been doing so i went back down to the truck and drove out to the cinder pit where everyone shoots and i laid down to shoot at a rock that was 200 yards away and i took a glance at the turret on top of my scope and it was past the six almost to seven. NOT. GOOD. So i spun it back to the two and took a shot at the rock. Dead nuts. So then i packed up and headed right back out and started hiking up the mountain again, and at 4:45 there he was again. But on a different part of the mountain and i knew id have to run to get a chance before dark, so i got on the back of the mountain so the bull couldnt see me and im running down the back of this saddle and i look over and there's a bull standing there across the canyon 300+ yards so i slam on the brakes and get the gun up and i can tell hes a good bull so i go to sit down and he starts running right to left so i stand back up and im watching him through the scope and he stops so i let my grandpa's 300 Win. Mag bark and i immediately heard the WHOP! so the bull comes to me and starts going right to left again so i stop him and give him another one, no whop, then he comes down the hill some more turns the opposite way and stops so i squeeze off a third shot and WHOP! then i watch him through the scope and he got wobbly going into some trees, as he's going in I realize it's the same bull I found bedded the day before and could have had a 87 yard shot at prone, but I got it done strongarming the gun at 342 yards (I ranged it after I shot) so i knelt down and laid the gun down next to me thinking of my grandfather and removed my cap and said a prayer, about ten seconds later i could hear him fall and take his last breathe. Thats when I lost it, I'll admit it I had tears in my eyes as I put on my pack and made the final hike across the canyon to where my bull was. When I got over to him I knelt down, and looked up to the sky and said this ones for you grandpa. Thats when I really lost it, I sat there for 15 minutes probably just taking it all in, I never got the excitement you see other people get with all the yelling and screaming, but I knew I had done it, even though I was alone physically I knew he was there with me the whole time laughing when I would slip and fall on my face, I ate it good a couple times but I was more worried about keeping his gun from hitting the rocks than using my arms to catch myself, This elk means more to me than any other animal i will ever harvest not just because hes my biggest bull so far but because of the reason i hunted so hard. R.I.P. Grandpa Jim i know you were up there looking down the whole time with a smile on your face pointing me in the right direction. I was using my grandpa's gun, and I had a broken tine that my grandpa found on my very first elk hunt 8 years ago.

He enstilled that never quit attitude in me and I try to apply that to everything I do, especially when it comes to stuff like hunting because if it weren't for him I would never have these experiences of triumph and fail. So grateful for everything he taught me

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