August "Hunting the Night Shift" contest
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Here ya go Randy!
Well I give this a go for August………
The Newby!
Well as a lot of you all know I hunt a lot with Lawhorn and he was about as green as grass when we first started to call together. The first year we hunted the end of the season together and he was getting the hang of it pretty well. Then we had a long drawn out summer of catfishing and a few thousand cold beers (Well maybe not a few thousand, but a few) to talk about the up and coming season, he blew calls all summer and stocked up on shells, bought a new gun, that’s all he talked about, he was pumped up! We spent some time out getting new land to hunt and driving the old roads at night checking on dening sites and scouting and talking predators!
Well the season finally rolled around and it was time to get his feet wet on some night hunting! Being from Ky (and yes! I hold that over his head!) He had never had the chance to night hunt with a light. So, on opening weekend we planed a night hunt. I thought I would start him out on some grey foxes to get him used to the hole night hunting thing and he was all for it. Plus its usually good and fast action and you never know what those greys are going to do!
We left the house around dark and it took around 45 min to get to the area I wanted to start in. We pulled in to the first stand and get out of the truck, I went over all the same things I had told him before about the light, shooting, all the good stuff! We walked out to the edge of a grew up field and got set up, A fast scan of the field with the light and I ask if he was ready. He gave the ok and I started to call, About 2min into the first series I could here the fox running threw the leaves to our left, I turned the light that way and gave him the sign to get ready to shoot. I like to keep the greys coming hard so I never let off the call. I picked the fox up in the light at about 50 yards and told him to get the gun up. At thirty yards I stopped calling and the fox never let up. He had a bead on the sound and was going to be the first there!
At 20 yards I told him to shoot…..At 10 yards I yelled SHOOT!
At 5 yards I yelled don’t SHOOT!
That fox was with in feet of us when he decided we were too big to eat and turned inside out to get away! So, I got back on the call hard while Lawhorn got his nerves calmed down. On the third set of calls or so, I caught the glowing eye of another fox to our right. I gave lawhorn to sign and he got ready to shoot. This one did just what I wanted him to, he came strait in to 20 yards and I let off the call he stopped and set down. I told Lawhorn to shoot and he did! Now…..Remember I said 20 yards! Well, He missed! I won’t print what he said about that! After he got threw doing a little jig in the grass and picked his hat up off the ground And I got threw getting a laugh at him, we picked up and headed for the next stand.
The next stand was just off the roadside in an old power line that lead up to a grew up field. We found a nice little high spot to set on and he got all his ducks in a row, a swore he wasn’t going to miss this time! The wind had picked up a little so I switched off to an open reed call and got out on the end of the call for some higher pitched bird distress. Before I even got threw the first set I had eye’s in the field in front of us. The grass was just a little high so he was having a hard time keeping up with the eyes. At about 40 yards the fox steps out in the old power line and has a look. I gave him a few lip squeaks and he comes strait at us! At 20 yards Lawhorn drops the hammer. And yes this time he was on target! He had his first night kill! We went on to take three more greys that night before the wind ran us home about 3:00 am. We got home and got a few hrs sleep.
When I rolled his butt out of bed that day. ( Being 18 years old he liked to sleep all day) I got some coffee in him and we began skinning lessons. This was the fun part!
After I got him all lined out he was going good till he got to the tail. He needed help! So I removed the tail and set him on his way. After a few rounds with the fur I told him to get a hold of the skin and pull down and cut at the same time…..He reaches up and gets a good hold and I could tell by the look on his face something was wrong! He looks up at his hand and yells……Oh MY!!!!!! Oh MY GOSH!!!!! I thought he had cut his finger off! I yelled what and ran over there!
He said, “ I stuck my finger in it’s a$$ and I got fox poop all over my hand!!!!!”
At this time I lost all control! I was in the floor rolling!! And every time he would gag I would start to laugh harder! So, My wife comes out there and asks what was going on! I was laughing too hard to tell her and he was gagging too much to say anything! Finally I regained my self and told her what had happened and she started to laugh, the look on his face was more than we could stand! I had to go back in the house to get my self calmed down and my wife stayed out there to ride the poor boy some more! To this day she will not let him forget that! And neither will I!
I hooked up with Lawhorn on this board, and we have become good hunting and fishing buds. But most of all we have become good friends! That’s something that can never be replaced. Thanks Predator Masters for the chance to make new friends and meet some great people!
Kee
Well I give this a go for August………
The Newby!
Well as a lot of you all know I hunt a lot with Lawhorn and he was about as green as grass when we first started to call together. The first year we hunted the end of the season together and he was getting the hang of it pretty well. Then we had a long drawn out summer of catfishing and a few thousand cold beers (Well maybe not a few thousand, but a few) to talk about the up and coming season, he blew calls all summer and stocked up on shells, bought a new gun, that’s all he talked about, he was pumped up! We spent some time out getting new land to hunt and driving the old roads at night checking on dening sites and scouting and talking predators!
Well the season finally rolled around and it was time to get his feet wet on some night hunting! Being from Ky (and yes! I hold that over his head!) He had never had the chance to night hunt with a light. So, on opening weekend we planed a night hunt. I thought I would start him out on some grey foxes to get him used to the hole night hunting thing and he was all for it. Plus its usually good and fast action and you never know what those greys are going to do!
We left the house around dark and it took around 45 min to get to the area I wanted to start in. We pulled in to the first stand and get out of the truck, I went over all the same things I had told him before about the light, shooting, all the good stuff! We walked out to the edge of a grew up field and got set up, A fast scan of the field with the light and I ask if he was ready. He gave the ok and I started to call, About 2min into the first series I could here the fox running threw the leaves to our left, I turned the light that way and gave him the sign to get ready to shoot. I like to keep the greys coming hard so I never let off the call. I picked the fox up in the light at about 50 yards and told him to get the gun up. At thirty yards I stopped calling and the fox never let up. He had a bead on the sound and was going to be the first there!
At 20 yards I told him to shoot…..At 10 yards I yelled SHOOT!
At 5 yards I yelled don’t SHOOT!
That fox was with in feet of us when he decided we were too big to eat and turned inside out to get away! So, I got back on the call hard while Lawhorn got his nerves calmed down. On the third set of calls or so, I caught the glowing eye of another fox to our right. I gave lawhorn to sign and he got ready to shoot. This one did just what I wanted him to, he came strait in to 20 yards and I let off the call he stopped and set down. I told Lawhorn to shoot and he did! Now…..Remember I said 20 yards! Well, He missed! I won’t print what he said about that! After he got threw doing a little jig in the grass and picked his hat up off the ground And I got threw getting a laugh at him, we picked up and headed for the next stand.
The next stand was just off the roadside in an old power line that lead up to a grew up field. We found a nice little high spot to set on and he got all his ducks in a row, a swore he wasn’t going to miss this time! The wind had picked up a little so I switched off to an open reed call and got out on the end of the call for some higher pitched bird distress. Before I even got threw the first set I had eye’s in the field in front of us. The grass was just a little high so he was having a hard time keeping up with the eyes. At about 40 yards the fox steps out in the old power line and has a look. I gave him a few lip squeaks and he comes strait at us! At 20 yards Lawhorn drops the hammer. And yes this time he was on target! He had his first night kill! We went on to take three more greys that night before the wind ran us home about 3:00 am. We got home and got a few hrs sleep.
When I rolled his butt out of bed that day. ( Being 18 years old he liked to sleep all day) I got some coffee in him and we began skinning lessons. This was the fun part!
After I got him all lined out he was going good till he got to the tail. He needed help! So I removed the tail and set him on his way. After a few rounds with the fur I told him to get a hold of the skin and pull down and cut at the same time…..He reaches up and gets a good hold and I could tell by the look on his face something was wrong! He looks up at his hand and yells……Oh MY!!!!!! Oh MY GOSH!!!!! I thought he had cut his finger off! I yelled what and ran over there!
He said, “ I stuck my finger in it’s a$$ and I got fox poop all over my hand!!!!!”
At this time I lost all control! I was in the floor rolling!! And every time he would gag I would start to laugh harder! So, My wife comes out there and asks what was going on! I was laughing too hard to tell her and he was gagging too much to say anything! Finally I regained my self and told her what had happened and she started to laugh, the look on his face was more than we could stand! I had to go back in the house to get my self calmed down and my wife stayed out there to ride the poor boy some more! To this day she will not let him forget that! And neither will I!
I hooked up with Lawhorn on this board, and we have become good hunting and fishing buds. But most of all we have become good friends! That’s something that can never be replaced. Thanks Predator Masters for the chance to make new friends and meet some great people!
Kee
This is a true story that happened to me and a good friend a few years back.
It was January 22 and the day of our annual predator calling contest. I had teamed up with a young gun who had assured me if I could get them to come and hold the light he could shoot them. I love to take younger people and those that have never had much luck out calling. We had discussed most of the obvious possibilities, set-ups, calliing locations and he kept telling me he wanted a big Bobcat not just for the contest but to mount. He had seen a few while deer hunting but had yet to shoot one. Hunting at night is a fun way to call predators but I always try my luck just before dark and just at sun up.
The official start was 5pm and this allowed us to make at least one stand before it got completely dark. We moved into the edge cover on a slight rise over looking a very thick cedar thicket. Every where you looked there was small game trails leading in and out of red briar and cedar. I had taken several Bobcats over the years from this thicket and had a good idea of what to expect. I sat Tim up about 35 yards out in front of me and slightly off to the right. I moved in close to a cedar tree where it was a little thin in front of me and to the left of Tim. This gave him the best veiw of anything putting the sneak on me and being a RH shooter the best opportunity to connect with targets to his left as they approached me through the opening.
I started off with a few muffled cries from my Weems coaxer then sat in silence for a few minutes when nothing seemed to be happening I moved on to the Tally-ho and began playing the rabbit in pain blues. I would let go with a few excited cries fallowed closely by some subdued whines and then get totaly quiet for at least a few minutes. This went on for about 25 minutes and just when I was about to signal Tim it was time to move on I saw him...... a beatutiful adult Bobcat with a huge head that usually let me know it was a tom. He had just appeared from under a cedar at the edge of the opening. He stood there for what seemed like minutes looking in my direction with those big piercing eyes. Movement was all he needed to tell him what was up....so I sat absulutly still only hoping Tim had seen him and would shoot very soon. To see Tim required I turn my head slightly and I was unwilling to do that while he looked my direction. Then something caught his eye off to the cats left and I new Tim had moved because the big cat had given up his focus in my direction. Just as I turned my head to look at Tim to make sure he saw the cat the little 223 barked and the big Bob was now Tim's first bobcat trophy.
Tim was so excited when he picked that Bobcat up he could have lit up a light bulb with the exited energy coming from his hands.
He still talks about that time when ever we go calling and since then has purchased numerous calls a new 8 sound Fox Pro and all kinds of hunting gear. No we did not win the contest and not even the big cat pot but we have a memory to share and a conection to each other that will last much longer than any money or prize they could have given.
Randy I hope this story did not have to be about night hunting, if it did sorry it was almost dark.
It was January 22 and the day of our annual predator calling contest. I had teamed up with a young gun who had assured me if I could get them to come and hold the light he could shoot them. I love to take younger people and those that have never had much luck out calling. We had discussed most of the obvious possibilities, set-ups, calliing locations and he kept telling me he wanted a big Bobcat not just for the contest but to mount. He had seen a few while deer hunting but had yet to shoot one. Hunting at night is a fun way to call predators but I always try my luck just before dark and just at sun up.
The official start was 5pm and this allowed us to make at least one stand before it got completely dark. We moved into the edge cover on a slight rise over looking a very thick cedar thicket. Every where you looked there was small game trails leading in and out of red briar and cedar. I had taken several Bobcats over the years from this thicket and had a good idea of what to expect. I sat Tim up about 35 yards out in front of me and slightly off to the right. I moved in close to a cedar tree where it was a little thin in front of me and to the left of Tim. This gave him the best veiw of anything putting the sneak on me and being a RH shooter the best opportunity to connect with targets to his left as they approached me through the opening.
I started off with a few muffled cries from my Weems coaxer then sat in silence for a few minutes when nothing seemed to be happening I moved on to the Tally-ho and began playing the rabbit in pain blues. I would let go with a few excited cries fallowed closely by some subdued whines and then get totaly quiet for at least a few minutes. This went on for about 25 minutes and just when I was about to signal Tim it was time to move on I saw him...... a beatutiful adult Bobcat with a huge head that usually let me know it was a tom. He had just appeared from under a cedar at the edge of the opening. He stood there for what seemed like minutes looking in my direction with those big piercing eyes. Movement was all he needed to tell him what was up....so I sat absulutly still only hoping Tim had seen him and would shoot very soon. To see Tim required I turn my head slightly and I was unwilling to do that while he looked my direction. Then something caught his eye off to the cats left and I new Tim had moved because the big cat had given up his focus in my direction. Just as I turned my head to look at Tim to make sure he saw the cat the little 223 barked and the big Bob was now Tim's first bobcat trophy.
Tim was so excited when he picked that Bobcat up he could have lit up a light bulb with the exited energy coming from his hands.
He still talks about that time when ever we go calling and since then has purchased numerous calls a new 8 sound Fox Pro and all kinds of hunting gear. No we did not win the contest and not even the big cat pot but we have a memory to share and a conection to each other that will last much longer than any money or prize they could have given.
Randy I hope this story did not have to be about night hunting, if it did sorry it was almost dark.
Grandpa Fudge
New member
i guess i will continue the story that i started last month about taking the kid night hunting. after i got him back to where the cat was and the back slaping and razzing about where the hell he was going, pictures were taken, cat was tagged and bagged and we hung it in some scrub trees to be pickedup in the morning.( we were going into nev. and did not want to have a cat even though it was legal in the truck) i was driving and bill and the kid was in the hatch when bill caught a bug in the eye... now kid drives, bill has compress on eye and i am on the light.. i hit the buzzer for him to pull over to make a stand and he allmost throws me off the truck.. the kid is wound a little tight!! the kid climbs up and we start the stand.. raspy jackrabbit on low for about 3 min.. nothing close.. turn it up for about 10 min. and catch some eyes a couple hundred yds. out..turn the tape down and then off and start kissing the hand.. yote comes in like he is on a string.. the kid wants to shoot as soon as he sees eyes. i tell him to wait and the yote will tell him when to shoot.. finally the yote is about 60 yds and going down wind and i tell the kid to shoot when he stops and i burn him.. i bark it stops i burn he hammers it.. the kid goes ..i got it.. i got it.. i say jump down and go get it!! wrong thing to say!!! i catch the kid by the seat of the pants as he just started to leap 10 foot to the ground off the top of the camper!! any how he climed down through the truck and picked up his first yote 45 min after his bobcat.. not a bad first hunt!!lol bills eye got better and i got a couple of yotes and the kid got one or two more.. it was a great night and the kid had a ball.. we took him a few more times but he never did better than that first hunt.. i never saw him miss a shot.. next time i will tell about a seasoned hunter that has killed more game than i ever saw and how many shots and how many hunts we took him on before he killed a yote!!lol ya got to love the night... grandpa fudge /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
drewMIhunter
New member
this was out of my journal january 7, 2004.
I decided to go hunting after a bad day at work, the snow was about 12" deep and it was cold, and a full moon. I called my hunting partner and he wimped out saying it was too cold. So i ate dinner and left for my hunting spot, got there at 7:30pm. Crawled into my hunting clothes, which i left in truck all day, can ya say freezing? Grab my 22 mag and started through the snow covered grass/scrub field. Now it's so cold the snow crunches as i fumbled over the crust breaking through it so walking is slow and loud...even trying to be quiet. Got to my first set up a fence row splitting two small woods. Got as comfy as you can with the wind blowing in my face. Sat there waiting for things to quiet down...thinking my wife was home in warm house, maybe she's naked thinking about me?...nah let it go drew back to hunting. Let out a couple squeaks and waited, nothing..thinking i am crazy for sitting out here freezing cold. Let loose on cottontail blues and stop when i see something on the edge of the woods moving. Waited, waited, and finally i let loose again and a outline starts moving towards me. Looks like a fox as i watch it gracefully cross the frozen field damn i'm jealous, reached down to my lap and positioned the light on my legs so i could flip it on and shoot. Now the fox is within 50 yards and i have a clear shot...my heart is pumping i can hear it pounding in my ears, i wiggle my fingers to make sure i can feel the trigger and grab my 22mag, and "click" off the safety...now it's cold and dead quiet, that safety sounds like i just broke a plate over a loud speaker....well it's now or never. I reach down and flip the light switch and click nothing....DAMN batteries are toast or too cold. The fox stopped dead staring at me. Now it's time to see who faster..i grab the gun and shoulder it, and he whirls and hits it hard. Found him in the scope and bang, he's still moving find him again and bang! Rolled him over. I calmed down and walked over and grabbed him. A nice gray fox. Grabbed him and trudged back across the field to the truck. Got to the truck and threw him in the back and pulled off my jakcet to grab my keys...no keys in the pocket?! then i remembered my keys were in my pack and guess what? i left my pack out at my set up.. well time to tramp through the snow again and grab my pack. It was a damn cold night..but a good one! I got warm and got home, and get into the house to see if my wife was naked waiting for me....no deal she asleep well it's back to the garage to skin the fox, and call my hunting buddy to harass him, i bet his wife was naked that's why his butt didn't want to go hunting!
I decided to go hunting after a bad day at work, the snow was about 12" deep and it was cold, and a full moon. I called my hunting partner and he wimped out saying it was too cold. So i ate dinner and left for my hunting spot, got there at 7:30pm. Crawled into my hunting clothes, which i left in truck all day, can ya say freezing? Grab my 22 mag and started through the snow covered grass/scrub field. Now it's so cold the snow crunches as i fumbled over the crust breaking through it so walking is slow and loud...even trying to be quiet. Got to my first set up a fence row splitting two small woods. Got as comfy as you can with the wind blowing in my face. Sat there waiting for things to quiet down...thinking my wife was home in warm house, maybe she's naked thinking about me?...nah let it go drew back to hunting. Let out a couple squeaks and waited, nothing..thinking i am crazy for sitting out here freezing cold. Let loose on cottontail blues and stop when i see something on the edge of the woods moving. Waited, waited, and finally i let loose again and a outline starts moving towards me. Looks like a fox as i watch it gracefully cross the frozen field damn i'm jealous, reached down to my lap and positioned the light on my legs so i could flip it on and shoot. Now the fox is within 50 yards and i have a clear shot...my heart is pumping i can hear it pounding in my ears, i wiggle my fingers to make sure i can feel the trigger and grab my 22mag, and "click" off the safety...now it's cold and dead quiet, that safety sounds like i just broke a plate over a loud speaker....well it's now or never. I reach down and flip the light switch and click nothing....DAMN batteries are toast or too cold. The fox stopped dead staring at me. Now it's time to see who faster..i grab the gun and shoulder it, and he whirls and hits it hard. Found him in the scope and bang, he's still moving find him again and bang! Rolled him over. I calmed down and walked over and grabbed him. A nice gray fox. Grabbed him and trudged back across the field to the truck. Got to the truck and threw him in the back and pulled off my jakcet to grab my keys...no keys in the pocket?! then i remembered my keys were in my pack and guess what? i left my pack out at my set up.. well time to tramp through the snow again and grab my pack. It was a damn cold night..but a good one! I got warm and got home, and get into the house to see if my wife was naked waiting for me....no deal she asleep well it's back to the garage to skin the fox, and call my hunting buddy to harass him, i bet his wife was naked that's why his butt didn't want to go hunting!
Rusty Holt
New member
Buker, you think I'd win if I told the story about the Yankee from Minnesota that came down to Texas to go predator hunting with a few good ole boys? /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Just wondering....
Rusty
Just wondering....
Rusty
Rusty Holt
New member
Sounds good to me. Nothing like a night of hunting while swappin' stories about hunting and trapping! You can also get that $20 that you left in my glove box! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif
Take care,
Rusty
Take care,
Rusty
R Buker
New member
I'm actually starting to worry a bit about this contest. First Weasel wins with a poop story and Now KEEKEEYELP wins with his lawhorn/poop story. Geees.
You know, the more we go on with this contest, the more I'm not liking it. It's hard to give out just one prize when we have so many good stories.
Anyway, Keekeeyelp is our winner. Send me the address you'd like your copy of "hunting the night shift" sent to. [url=mailto:foxhunter_56308@hotmail.com
You know, the more we go on with this contest, the more I'm not liking it. It's hard to give out just one prize when we have so many good stories.
Anyway, Keekeeyelp is our winner. Send me the address you'd like your copy of "hunting the night shift" sent to. [url=mailto:foxhunter_56308@hotmail.com
