Thursday, December 18, 2014

A Man in the Woods Word of the Day: Gutaminate


gutaminate

gu·tam·i·nate

(ga-ˈta-mə-ˌnāt)

transitive verb

: to make (something) dangerous, dirty, inedible or impure by cutting with a knife previously used to field dress an animal which may not have been adequately washed.


Examples of GUTAMINATE

"Dude, you just gutaminated my sandwich!  When was the last time you washed that knife?"

Origin of GUTAMINATE

Middle Texan, from Recneckian gutaminatus, past participle of gutaminare;
First Known Use: early 21st century



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A Man in the Woods

Thursday, December 11, 2014

For all the Cops, Police and Members of Law Enforcement out there.... THANK YOU!

This blog entry has nothing to do with hunting or fishing.

It has everything to do with being a human, being ethical, doing what is right, staying out of trouble and saying thanks to those few individuals in our society who do what they can to protect us.

Below is an embedded YouTube video.  It is a compilation of several cops getting hit, punched, set on fire, run over, kicked in the head, shot in the chest and even shot, execution style, in the head.

It is disturbing.

It is graphic.

It is not fun to watch (well, the end of the video is when some of the useless bags of excrement get taken down).  Also, the audio in the background contains some colorful language not appropriate for all audiences.

Every one of these people, men and women, are loved by someone.  Fathers, brothers, husbands, mothers, sisters and wives.  They all went to work that day, like hundreds of times in the past, expecting a normal day.  They probably thought about plans for the up and coming weekend, dinner that evening or their kid's baseball team.  Now they are dead or permanently handicapped.

I've had some really bad days at work but I've NEVER had anyone try to kill me (I can't, however, say I've not had thoughts about the death of others, but I digress).  The worst that could statistically happen to me is a really bad paper cut or twisting an ankle in the stairwell, not taking a bullet to the chest.

I'm not going to sit here and write that there has never been a bad cop.  They are people and people are flawed.  There are bound to be some bad apples in the mix.  But, by and large, 99.99872% of them are solid folks doing a job most of us could not do or would want to do.  I suspect they have the lowest crime rates for just about any group of professionals on the planet.

Have I had a cop treat me rudely?  Sure.  Give me a ticket when I thought it was not justified?  Absolutely.  But even in a moment of anger or irritation, I'm deeply appreciative for them.

Its why I am a member of the 100 Club and why, very recently, I started buying coffee, lunch, dinner, etc. for cops (and firefighters too!) when I have a chance.  Literally, it is the least I can do to help show my appreciation.

So please, kind readers, next time you see a cop or are stopped by one... tell them, sincerely, "thank you".


Lessons learned from this video:
  • Cops aren't paid enough to deal with the crap they have to deal with. 
  • Don't break the law and you will not get arrested.
  • Don't break the law and the cops will not beat the crap out of you.
  • Don't attack the cop and the cop will not shoot you, taz you, spray you with pepper spray, sick the dogs on you, hit you with a Billy Club or run your sorry thug arse over with a car in an effort to disarm you.
  • Taking a swing at a cop rarely, if ever, works out well.
  • K-9 dogs are shockingly fast and, in my opinion, should not be called off... ever once they have the thug on the ground.
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A Man in the Woods



Thursday, November 20, 2014

How to Sell an Unwanted Car on Craigslist as Quickly as Possible

As I've shared in the past, I live a bit of a double life.  White collared, card-carrying member of the rat-race by day, skinner of squirrels and killer of pigs by night.

My weekend car is a 1999 beautiful, red, beat-up Chevy Silverado pick-up with 185,000 miles on it.  I love this truck and to my recollection, it has only let me down once (story to come).  Many a good times have been spent in and as a result of this truck.  My daily driver/beater is a 15 year old Volvo S80 4 door sedan with 150,000 miles on it.  I'm not proud that I drive a European car / Volvo but it gets me from point A to point B so I can feed my family and afford to play on weekends.  Plus, it helps that a really close friend who is as honest as the day is long and an all around solid Christian guy has been a Volvo mechanic for 29 years!

Recently, my wife wanted a new car ("new" meaning we let some other shlub take the depreciation kick in the teeth and bought a 3 year old car with 4,500 miles on it).  Our marriage has evolved to where the wife gets a new car, I get her old car and we sell my old beater for pocket change.  Yes, I could afford a new car/truck but am (i) cheap and (ii) tight and (iii) don't like assets that INSTANTLY drop in value.

So, we take possession of the new car and I list my old beater on Craigslist.  If you've never sold a car on Craigslist, let me share a little secret.... it stinks.  You have to deal with people saying they want it who then don't show up, people who want you to take payments, people who will hit you in the head with a piece of pipe and steal the car and people who are running a variety of creative scams involving fake cashiers checks, shipping and foreign mission trips.

But the biggest issue is the process is a major time-suck.  AND, most people want to look at it on weekends.  AND it is hunting season.  AND weekends are made for hunting, not being hit in the head with a piece of pipe.

My goal was to not try to get every nickel out of the car and do something different to distinguish the car from the other 1,000s listed on Craigslist so it would sell as quickly as possible.

Below is my masterpiece.


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2000 Volvo S80 - Affordable European Performance and Luxury - $2500



Please text or email. No phone calls.

For Sale -- One well experienced 2000 S80 gray Volvo.

While in this car, I can guarantee:
- Women will NOT take off their tops and throw them at you.
- You will NEVER get a "thumbs up" from a bunch of kids on a bus who think you are cool.
- You will NOT get dates because of the car.

Bottom line: if you are one of those shallow, weak people that lets a car define them, this car is NOT for you.

However, if you are a renegade... a person of special confidence... a rebel... one who goes against the grain... a person who marches to their own tune, read on Winner.

General Description:
Mileage: 148,000 miles
Body Style: 4 door sedan
Exterior: Institutional gray. Is the paint perfect? Heck no. The car has the required door dings, semi-oxidized paint and delaminating clear-coat of an automobile of this desirable vintage.
Interior: Beige leather. The minor splits and cracks are a permanent record and testimony of past good times.
Motor: Yes. The car has a solid, straight 6.
Transmission: automatic. No pesky clutch to destroy your left knee.
Amenities: power windows, power locks, power seats, power moon roof. The car is just dripping with power!
AV: The stereo has a poor-man's audio jack so you can play music off your phone, just like a car made this decade.

I've owned this car for the last 80,000 miles. It has been well maintained by Southwest Automotive (Volvo specialist). It has served its purpose. Time to let someone else live the dream!

Pros:
- Meat locker-like AC
- runs well
- bone cracking cold AC
- current registration and inspection
- cold AC
- New tires (5 months old)
- drives well
- gets occupants from point A to point B
- Volvos are the safest cars on the road
- AC will combat global warming if given enough time.

Cons:
- 148,000+ miles with the associated coffee stains, dings, dirt, wear and tear, etc.
- No one writes rock songs about Volvos
- ugly as homemade sin

Who should buy this car?
A person looking for decent transportation who does not give a rat's rear-end about coolness or looks.

Who should NOT buy this car?
A person who will come by to look at it and point out its dozens of flaws. I KNOW it has flaws. It is 14 years old with a boat-load of miles on it. If you would like a beautiful, new Volvo, please contact your local Volvo dealership and cut them a check for $42,000. Problem solved.

Also, I'm not set up to deliver the car, take payments, dismantle it and ship it to Nova Scotia or anything weird or out of the ordinary. PayPal payment scam artists, Nigerian princes, Deputy Assistant Finance Ministers for Upper Volta, and cashier check forgers need not apply. I'll sell you the car when you place cold hard cash in my hand and we fill out the paper work. We can meet at a bank or in dark alley under the cover of darkness, your call.

Is the price negotiable?
Is the Pope Catholic? Heck yeah. Make me a realistic offer and we'll make a deal.

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"Steve", the first person to call on the ad, is picking it up this Sunday!  Mission Accomplished!

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A Man in the Woods

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

An Ice Chest in the Kitchen: Idiot-proof Method for Cooking a Perfect Venison Roast

Field & Stream recently had an interesting article on cooking wild game in a cooler or ice chest. The article went into a bunch of history and the French roots of the method.  This all sounded rather prissy yet while the French are, in general, really crappy at defending themselves, they CAN cook.

Always up for something different, I thought I'd give it a try.  To say it exceeded my expectations would be an understatement.

Most venison roasts I have prepared are tasty but tend to either (i) fall apart whether it was over indirect heat on the grill (wrapped in foil) or in a crock pot (excellent for stew however) OR (ii) are dry and tough.  Hitting the perfect middle ground consistently has alluded me.

Below is the general overview of the procedure, as modified in typical A Man in the Woods style.  Recipes, like instructions and most traffic laws, should be viewed as mere suggestions so feel free to experiment as you see fit.  My mother along with a good friend from Louisiana (where all men cook) taught me to cook more by feel than anything.

0.  Find, kill, gut, butcher and process one (1) deer.

1.  Place a thawed, ~2 lb venison roast in a large bowl.  I used a roast from a doe hindquarter my daughter killed last year.  A backstrap would be excellent too.

2.  With a very sharp, thin bladed knife, stab the roast 50+ times like it tried to jack you in a drug deal gone bad.  One of the multi-tined, thin bladed meat tenderizers would work well but you'll have less fun that way.

3.  Add the following marinade ingredients to the bowl:
  • Several (8-10) splashes of soy sauce
  • Several (8-10) splashes of Worcester sauce
  • Some (~1/4 cup) of Italian dressing (this one was shiitake mushroom)
  • A couple (1-2 tablespoons) of Adam's Best Rib, Roast & Steak Rub (but anything along these lines will do)
  • Some (4-5) splashes of Heinz Tarragon vinegar
  • Some (4-5 splashes) of smoked Tabasco sauce (my personal favorite)
  • A little (1/2 teaspoon) of ground ginger

4.  Spoon / slather marinade on both sides of roast, ensuring that it soaks into the stab wounds.

5.  Cover the bowl and leave at room temperature for several hours.  If you have a horrible dog named Dixie who is prone to counter-surfing and stealing food, MOVE IT BACK FROM THE EDGE!

6.  Sear, on high heat, (the roast, not the dog) on a BBQ grill for ~8-10 minutes a side.

7.  Place roast and marinade in a large Ziploc bag and seal it with as little air as possible.  The original F&S article suggested vacuum sealing it which would obviously work.

8.  Put a large pot (~gallon) of water on stove and set to high (to bring it to a boil).

9.  While the water is heating up, add ~ 1 gallon on HOT tap water to a small cooler.  My tap water peaks out at 114F.  Add boiling water to bring up the cooler water temperature to ~150F.  The F&S article called for 140F but I wanted the roast a tad more done than medium rare.

10.  VERIFY the water temperature with a digital meat thermometer.  Don't guess or you'll just waste your time.  You can get a digital meat thermometer for $10-$20 from 1,000s or sources.  It is well worth the investment and will give you years of service.

11.  Place roast/bag carefully in water bath, making sure top of bag is out of the water in case it is not perfectly sealed.

12.  Close lid.

13.  Threaten family to not open cooler lid and let the heat escape!

14.  Sit back and wait!  F&S said to let it go for 1.5-4 hours.  I let it go overnight (probably 8 hours) just because I started it at night and it was time to go to bed.  The beauty of this method is you really can't overcook it.  That MAX the inside of the roast will get is ~145F or so.

15.  Slice thin and enjoy!



A few notes:
  • F&S said to sear the roast afterwards in a hot pan with some oil.  I did it beforehand on the grill.
  • The roast was firm but totally moist inside.  Nice and pink.  I assume it had an internal temp of ~140F for several hours.  It looks and tasted quite a bit like perfectly cooked roast beef.
  • I started off at 154F and the water temp had dropped to 136F in the morning.
  • This would be great to set up in the morning and "cook" while you are at work and then whip up some sides when you get home or even better, set it up over lunch at the hunting camp and return that evening to a hot meal!
  • I plan to try this with ducks too very soon.  
Enjoy!

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A Man in the Woods and occassionally, the Kitchen



Thursday, October 30, 2014

Alternative Uses for Children: Spotters

In general, I STRONGLY prefer "up close and personal" hunting .  To me, it is much more exciting to be within 10-50 yards (and sometimes 10-50 feet) of an animal where you need to watch every step you take, monitor every movement by them and yourself and constantly be aware of the wind direction versus sniping away from 500 yards while having to take the curvature of the earth into consideration.  Plus, closer range usually ensures a quick, humane kill due to better shot placement and delivered energy.

It also helps to focus the mind if the creature has the propensity and ability to fight back.

At the same time, if you practice, our rifles are more than capable of "reaching out and touching" something.

Sometimes... you don't have a choice.

On a past weekend, I was in pursuit of the much-despised yet tasty feral hogs.  My 9 year old was VERY keen on going along with good ol' dad.  While she is always welcome to come along, this adds another level of complication since she is:

(i) loud,
(ii) slow,
(iii) prone to quickly becoming chilled,
(iv) still learning to avoid loud things while walking (i.e. sticks, leaves, forest floor debris, water, mud),
(v) missing the whisper gene,
(vi) prone to lose interest quicker than her 46 year old dad, and
(vii) very, very curious.

She is however VERY GUNG-HO which is one of the 1,000s of reasons I love her.

Since she was along on this trip, a change of tactics was in order.  For starters, we would be hunting the open right-of-ways versus diving off into the snake-filled, poison ivy choked overgrown woods.  Considering feral hogs are psychic and have the ability to appear well over 1/2 a mile away from where you are, a long range shot might be required.

We were in the same area where the weekend before, I saw 7 separate groups of hogs.  "This is going to be easy", I thought.  Well..... 2.5 chilly hours later we had only seen pigs from about... 1/2 a mile away.  After walking a bit, we returned to a likely intersection of a pipeline easement and a creek.  Visibility was superb in 4 directions.  We had been in this general area for several hours now and were both getting a bit bored.  I considered a change of locations when I glanced down a long right-of-way and saw these little black dots.

Binoculars transformed the black dots into black hogs and as luck would have it, there were no cattle near them.

Ideally, we would have closed the gap to the hogs to at least 200 yards.  They were waaaaaay down there but due to a swollen, impassable creek, a long shot would be required.  I shed my backpack quicker than a stripper angling for an extra $20 bill.  With the 9-year old in tow, we FLEW into action.

Finding a slightly higher mound to help give me the best vantage point, I laid down prone (facedown if you are from East Texas) behind the much loved .270/bipod combination.  There was a clear path to the right side of the right-of-way but taller brush to the left (the direction from which the hogs were coming) was blocked from my foot high view.  Plus, I could see the hogs were not hanging around eating in the clear, they were filing through the area and heading back into the woods on the right.  We had about 3-5 seconds before the last of them would be gone.

I tell my daughter to stand behind me to help protect her from the muzzle blast / pressure wave and for general safety.  But then I noticed that she had my binoculars.

Like a fine-tuned experienced sniper spotter, my 9-year old starts calling out details.

"There are two small ones in the middle."

"The red one is gone now."

and then...

"Oh dad... there is a big black one, walking to the others!"

I tell her to cover her ears as I wait for the "big black one" to enter the small clearing.  Holding about 3-4" over his back, I squeezed the trigger.

Keep in mind, we could barely see these hogs with the naked eye and I estimated the range to be 300-500 yards.  It was a stab in the dark at the range.

Actual stretch of woods where tale unfolded.

A check with the binocs revealed nothing.  The clearing was just that, clear.  It was just the two of us.

"Wow, that was loud!".  (She later confessed she had NOT covered her ears since she was curious and wanted to watch the shot.)

After a long trek down the creek to the bridge, a long walk back to our right-of-way and a long stroll to hog ground zero, there it was, a medium sized reddish hog, very dead, with a clean, humane hole in his temple.

I later paced the distance off and estimate it to be ~340 yards +/-.  My longest successful shot to date.

But as I cleaned the animal (much to my daughter's horror and anatomical curiosity), I started thinking more and more about the situation leading up to the event.

The hog I was shooting at was big and black.  This one was small and red.

I was aiming at the shoulder.  This hog was hit in the head.

I was aiming at the right side.  This hog has an entry wound on the left.

My daughter is thinking then entire chain of events is pretty cool and that good ol' dad is awesome and generally the best hunter on the planet.  I have not yet shared with her that good ol' dad missed and hit an unseen hog, probably in front of the one she directed me to.

As my wife is prone to say... "There is no glory to be had" in doing so.

I did however share these details with the guys at the hunting camp, a decision I soon regretted.

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A Man in the Woods

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Product Review: Mosquito Magnet Liberty

Honestly, I'm a generally laid-back kinda a guy.  I give people the benefit of the doubt, assume most people are good and honest until proven otherwise and try to live and let live (unless we are talking about fire ants, protein-eating raccoons and feral hogs).


However, I've grow increasingly tired and less tolerant of poor quality products that do not perform anywhere near the expectations set for ME by the MANUFACTURER.


A few years back, I purchased a contraption called a Mosquito Magnet to help reduce these pests in the back yard.  The concept is simple.  Burn small amount of propane to (i) generate heat, (ii) emit CO2 and (iii) generally give the impression of a big, ugly, blood laden cow to attract hungry, female mosquitoes to their demise.


Below is the Amazon review I ultimately left after the 1,000 day experiment.  Using the Amazon rating system, I gave it one (1) star which is exactly two (2) stars too many.  Negative stars or anti-matters were not options.  On the AMITW's Irritation Scale, it receives the highest rating of five (5) Itchy Welts.


My unbiased, non-sarcastic, level-headed review can be found below or HERE at Amazon.


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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars The Machine Stinks on the IceJuly 19, 2011
By 
This review is from: Mosquito Magnet MM3200 Independence Mosquito Trap (Lawn & Patio)
I've owned this model for 3 years. 

Year 1 -- The original unit did not work at all and had to be exchanged for a new one. The replacement unit ran fine but was a challenge to get started on tank exchanges, etc. Sometimes it would take 12+ attempts to get it to fire up. 

Year 2 -- Unit was pretty much dead. I tried every trick in the book short of bribery and prostitution to coax it to life. No luck. Luckily, I kept the original box, had to go through the pain of requesting a return authorization code, packing and shipping it, etc. The main controller (brain) had to be replaced. Unit ran fine rest of summer after taking its summer vacation (while we were busy contracting malaria). 

Year 3 -- After praying to the mosquito gods, I was able to get it fired up and use two tanks of propane. Life is good, right. NO! The tiny, little, inconsequential ON/OF switch has become shorted out. IF I would press it on a certain side and while holding my tongue a certain way... maybe, just maybe, it would turn back on only to NOT have the machine fire up and start burning propane. If I hit the lid hinge a certain way while having pleasant thoughts, the start-up light / LED would flicker. If I hit it harder, it would stay on for a fraction of a second longer. Sensing I was on to something, I eventually put my hand through the lid.

A long list of adjectives could be used to describe how I felt at that precise moment but "pleased" was not among them. I will NOT point out the irony of being actually bitten by a mosquito WHILE I'M TRYING TO FIX THE DEVICE I PURCHASED TO AVOID BEING BITTEN BY MOSQUITOES.

PROS:
1. WHEN you manage to get it running, it catches mosquitoes as advertised.

CONS:
1. Mosquito Magnet management for continuing to sell a defective, poorly engineered device. Check out the other feedback here and elsewhere. My experience is not unusual.
2. Components are very, very delicate. I've had issues with electronics, plastics and metals.
3. If you can get it to run, set up a perimeter fence around it with armed guards to prevent it from being bumped or otherwise disturbed.

BOTTOM LINE:
This is arguably the most delicate, finicky piece of equipment I have ever owned. I would not wish this unit on my most hated enemy. Its use would not be condoned by the Geneva Convention. This was a gigantic waste of money. Do yourself a favor and do not buy one. Please.

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Of course, contacting the company prior to the above diatribe only resulted in me being told that it was no longer under warranty and, essentially, I was to bug off.


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A Man in the Woods





Thursday, October 9, 2014

Fanboy for Nikon Glass


Below is the note I was forced to write last year.

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Hello Nikon,

I want to warn you, you are corresponding with an idiot.

Long story short:  On 11/22/13, I was hunting out of box blind in TX.  My Nikon 16X binoculars (along with my 8x Nikon Monach binocs and my Nikon 3x9 Buckmaster scope on a Ruger .270) helped me connect with a beautiful 5.5-6.5 year old buck 10 point buck.  I was excited after the shot and quickly  packed my gear and got out of the stand.  After dealing with the buck, I went back to camp to share the story with my fellow hunters and get the deer on ice.

I did not realize that I left the 16X binocs in the stand until 6 days later when I was packing up for a hunt with my 15 year old daughter.  It had rained and rained and rained in the earlier part of the week and the binoculars obviously got wet.  They are now fogged internally and I'm afraid they might be ruined.

Can I send these in for repair or service work?  You have my permission to make fun of me and question my intellect if necessary.

Many thanks.

Larry Hope
713-8XX-XXX

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Nikon, for the princely sum of ~$15, took the binoculars apart, cleaned, serviced, repaired and returned them to me good as new!

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A Man in the Woods

Monday, September 29, 2014

Confessions of a Reluctant Duck Hunter

I have to admit, I did NOT want to fall in love with duck hunting.  I was perfectly content with big game hunting and did NOT need any additional taxes on my time during the already hectic Fall/Winter months.

At the same time, I should not be surprised.  The seeds were firmly planted 2 years ago and have taken root with a flaming, never ceasing vengeance.  Plus, the activity involves (i) being outside, (ii) being slightly cold, wet and miserable and (iii) firearms - 3 of my favorite things.  Looking back, this was inevitable.

It all started innocently enough.  I noticed that a guy I've known for a long time but would not have been considered a close "friend" was a member of a Ducks Unlimited group on LinkedIn.  I mentioned it to him that I did not know he was a hunter.  We emailed, we talked, we made plans.  I'm always up for something different.  This should be fun.  Not rifle hunting fun but fun nonetheless.

A few weeks later I'm sitting on levee in a flooded rice field southwest of Houston, TX, slowly dying of hypothermia.  Decoys had been placed and Robert had fine-tuned them to his liking.  (I have no idea WHY they are to his liking but he has quit walking back into the spread every 4 minutes to tweak their placement.)  Soon enough, ducks could be heard and seen in the area.  Ducks came in, we shot a few and the duck hunt proceeded as planned with a good time was had by all (OK, not by the ducks).  (The previous statement should be I shot AT many and managed to kill a few.)

Later, on a subsequent hunt, I made some comment to Robert like "There are 7 ducks coming in at 10 o'clock high".  His reply was a deadpan - "Don't shoot the 3 on the right.  They are pintails".  Apparently, we already had our limit of pintails.

"What???... its just a bunch of ducks.... how can you tell the difference?"  Looking back, I'm surprised that Robert did not shoot me on the spot, or at least not invite me back again.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was the first of a loooooooooooong list of questions I've peppered Robert with over the past two years.  He continues to be shockingly patient, pointing out the wingbeats of this species, the elegant profile of pintails, the distorted look of a flock of shovelers, the "peep" whistle of a drake teal or the single quack of a mallard hen.

I've also learned that I can learn a great deal from his 10 year old son who seems to unintentionally make me feel stupid since I can't tell the difference between this hen over that one or had "never seen a bluebill before?"!

So now, when the very tame ducks come flying over at Disney World or at my in-laws house, I catch myself lowering my head, stopping all movement and muttering something like "Mallards, 3 drakes and a hen" under my breath.  If I'm overheard, someone will usually reply.."How can you tell?  They are just a bunch of ducks."

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A Man in the Woods carrying, with increasing frequency, a shotgun and a waterfowl stamp

Friday, June 20, 2014

When Pigs Attack - Compilation Video

This was shared with me and was just too good to not include on A Man in the Woods.




Top 10 things I learned from watching this video:
  1. It is better to shoot a charging pig PRIOR to him running into you versus nearly blowing off your foot.
  2. Bow hunting hogs, on the ground, is not smart.
  3. Using your BOW as a weapon is not very effective.
  4. You cannot outrun a pig you've previously tried to kill with an arrow.  He will chase you, knock  you down and hurt you.  Do not be surprised.
  5. It is VERY important to carry a sidearm AT YOUR SIDE when in the woods.  Always, always, always.
  6. Pigs, and especially large boars, are faster and more agile than you could ever imagine.
  7. Fighting off a pig with your bare hands is not smart either.
  8. Dogs are both brave and stupid.
  9. Boar tusks cut human flesh more cleanly than you'd initially think.
  10. Using the lid of a cooler to bash a large boar in the head (i) is ineffective and (ii) WILL not improve his attitude.


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A Man Who Needs to Write More Often and get Back into The Woods





Sunday, June 15, 2014

Safety

You can never really be too safe...

Survivor of a quail hunting accident talks about safety and awareness.


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A Man in the Woods

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Helpful Hunter Hint: Marriage Enhancing Moves

When you ride your 4 wheeler in an area where the County Drainage folks have spread out fresh grass seed, WASH THEM OFF BEFORE you drive through your front yard leaving parallel tracks that remind your wife that she married a wannabe redneck.




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A Man in the Front Yard

Friday, March 7, 2014

Little Girl's First Deer Hunt - Welcome to the World of Adrenaline

I have NO IDEA who this little girl is but the video was shared with me and I thought this was great.

Besides being cute as a bug, it is pretty cool how long she kept shaking after the bolus of adrenaline hit her system.

When she is 93 years old, she will tell her great grandkids about hunting with her dad!



Reminds me... I need to take my own 9 year old back out to the woods very soon.

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A Man in the Woods who needs to write a bit more frequently too.