Arizona Bushman
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It seems like the sun is going down an hour earlier every day that passes. So getting a couple of stands in after work requires some special logistics and creative tactics.
SnowmanMo and I decided to cut out of work at a reasonable time and made a "Bee Line" to some near by hills to do some sunset calling.
Now the only problem with calling near town during the cool season is the probability of running into other people pursuing other activities. Such activities always seem to include lots of noise. IE; Shooting Trash and innocent rocks or propelling devices that omit motorized decibels of destruction.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy shooting and riding my dirt bikes as much as the next guy but I firmly believe that such activities should be high treason during hunting season.
On our very first stand of the evening, I can hear a Civil War Re-enactment taking place to our West, an Ak-47 being hip fired to our North and two dirt bikes are heading our direction in a hurry. All of this is happening simultaneously but the show must go on!
I set Mo about 70 yards down wind of myself and place the call to my ten-o-clock but begin by hand calling. After about two minutes of hand calling, the War Re-enactment, some clown firing Wolf ammo at a very high rate of speed and a pair of dirt bikes that were obviously jetted way too lean and needed ten dollars worth of muffler re-packing.......I spot a fox coming in from about 200 yards away, not one bit phased by all of the commotion. So I clicked on the FoxPro and added some random jack rabbit ruckus to the circus.
I let the fox trot all of the way to the call and then cleaned it's clock. No big deal, so we grab the critter and start heading down the road.......
We make it a few hundred yards down the road and are greeted by an odd surprise; There are two 19ish year old girls in short shorts speed walking up the road towards us. As we almost drive off the road passing them, we notice a truck pulled to the side of the road and a guy running frantically towards us. I'm thinking "sweet....they see a bear or a mountain lion or a serial killer". Mo simultaneously blurts out, "Something needs shooting up there."
The dude is pretty much in tears as he waves us down........Mo rolls down the window and the dude starts emotionally babbling "There are BEES everywhere!!!" While waving his arms around like a little girl on crack.
Jeez, Dude. I wonder why your girl friends left you to the bees!
SnowmanMo and I decided to cut out of work at a reasonable time and made a "Bee Line" to some near by hills to do some sunset calling.
Now the only problem with calling near town during the cool season is the probability of running into other people pursuing other activities. Such activities always seem to include lots of noise. IE; Shooting Trash and innocent rocks or propelling devices that omit motorized decibels of destruction.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy shooting and riding my dirt bikes as much as the next guy but I firmly believe that such activities should be high treason during hunting season.
On our very first stand of the evening, I can hear a Civil War Re-enactment taking place to our West, an Ak-47 being hip fired to our North and two dirt bikes are heading our direction in a hurry. All of this is happening simultaneously but the show must go on!
I set Mo about 70 yards down wind of myself and place the call to my ten-o-clock but begin by hand calling. After about two minutes of hand calling, the War Re-enactment, some clown firing Wolf ammo at a very high rate of speed and a pair of dirt bikes that were obviously jetted way too lean and needed ten dollars worth of muffler re-packing.......I spot a fox coming in from about 200 yards away, not one bit phased by all of the commotion. So I clicked on the FoxPro and added some random jack rabbit ruckus to the circus.
I let the fox trot all of the way to the call and then cleaned it's clock. No big deal, so we grab the critter and start heading down the road.......

We make it a few hundred yards down the road and are greeted by an odd surprise; There are two 19ish year old girls in short shorts speed walking up the road towards us. As we almost drive off the road passing them, we notice a truck pulled to the side of the road and a guy running frantically towards us. I'm thinking "sweet....they see a bear or a mountain lion or a serial killer". Mo simultaneously blurts out, "Something needs shooting up there."
The dude is pretty much in tears as he waves us down........Mo rolls down the window and the dude starts emotionally babbling "There are BEES everywhere!!!" While waving his arms around like a little girl on crack.
Jeez, Dude. I wonder why your girl friends left you to the bees!
