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October 1, 2014

Hunters Bragging Board

OK folks, it is that time of year again…when men are men and the bears, moose and deer are nervous!

If you’re back from the woods and have enjoyed a successful big-game hunt this fall, I invite you to share your story and photos right here at the Outdoors Guy Blog.

As someone once said, it’s time to show ’em if you got ’em!

Please keep in mind that all photos (submitted by pm please) should be in a small file format. Usually less than 1/2 GB is fine.

I’m off to camp this weekend to follow the moose boys around with their crossbows, maybe do a few calls and put my deer cams up!

Good luck this fall – to one and all!

Outdoorsguy

Our friend imacdon enjoyed an awesome hunting trip out west this fall. Here is the story and some incredible photos of his hunt! Congrats on your first Muley my friend!

“I was fortunate to be invited to hunt moose with my brother and one of his sons in the BC interior for 13 days. We where hunting at approximately 7000 feet. The group consisted at times of 5-10 friends of my brother. We harvested 3 bull moose on the first three days, and 2 mule deer. Out west they take the bark of the animal as soon as its hung. This is done with the ad of a winch on a ATV. Next the moose is quartered with a special chain saw…canola oil…synthetic fuel… and wrapped in cheese cloth. Beautiful scenery, lots of wildlife. Imacdon”

My pal Iggy also returned from a successful hunt this fall. He was pursuing moose up in Northwestern Ontario.

Have a cigar Iggs, you earned it!

October 24, 2013

Heading off to hunt camp, careful in the out house!

All those folks (like myself) heading off to hunt camp over the next couple weeks better think twice before going to the outhouse.

Yikes!!!

QMI agency just reported a story about a Norwegian hunter who aimed at a moose, missed and accidentally hit a man sitting on the toilet in a nearby cabin.

The bullet whizzed past the animal, pierced the wooden wall behind it and struck the man, in his seventies, in the stomach, the force told public broadcaster NRK.

The victim was flown by helicopter to hospital but his injury was not life-threatening, said the policeman who led the investigation, Anders Stroemsaether.

The hunter was taken in for questioning in Hvaler district, about 120km southeast of the capital of Oslo, said the force. The moose apparently escaped unscathed.

Makes you wonder about the safety of hanging around hunt camp and just when you thought the outhouse was your last safe haven…

Off to the woods people, that’s the best place to be…

Good luck to all local hunters and be safe out there this Fall!

Outdoorsguy

October 18, 2013

Podcast – Moose calls on CHEZ 106

Check out the audio from my segment last week on CHEZ 106’s – Doc & Woody Radio Show.

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A special thanks to Doc, Woody, Randall & Eric for having me on again to celebrate the moose season!

Happy moose hunting to all…btw, no actual moose were injured during the taping of this show!

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September 24, 2013

Calling all Pickle Lake moose!

For the past couple of weeks, sure-shot dave has been crying to me about an injured shoulder and his concerns over the coming hunting season.

Who would have thought a shoulder injury would turn out to be a good thing!

Thanks to sure-shot for sharing details of a moose hunt in Pickle Lake he’ll likely never forget.(Hope the shoulder is feeling better, dave?)

Calling all Pickle Lake moose – by sure-shot dave

Left my driveway last Friday at 5:35 PM for the long drive to moose camp. 24 hours later we pulled over in Pickle Lake to meet up with the rest of the group. They had flown out to Edmonton to pick up a truck that they had left out there (it’s a long story), and we’re heading back from that direction. Somehow, we only had to wait 15 minutes for them to show up. Back on the road for the final 100 miles of gravel. Blew a tire on the trailer within 10 minutes, after a Nascar style tire change we were back at it. The road follows a hydro line for a good portion of the drive, and there must have been lots of blueberries because there were bears everywhere. A couple of them had us debating getting out of the trucks and sending some lead their way. Problem was that camp wasn’t set up yet, and it was getting late.

We finally arrived at the boat landing about an hour before dark Saturday night. We quickly set up the tent so that we could get some sleep before heading up the river to our final camp location. Sunday morning dawned cold, frosty and a perfect morning for hunting. Too bad we still had all the work to do. We loaded the boats and headed out for the hour long ride to our spot. With the amount of gear and crap we loaded into the boats, you’d think we were going for a month. Got to our spot, everyone got right to work and we got things set up fairly quickly. Then it was off to try and catch dinner, I had a limit of pickerel and a pike in less than 30 minutes. Man I love this lake!!! Slowly the crew dispersed for the evening hunt.

I headed to the spot that I had spent some time in last year, and had been thinking about going back to. It was a bay at the far end of the lake that just had that look and feel to it. Shallow water with lots of feed, and a nice creek that had lots of cover and feed around it as well. It just looked “moosy”. I cut the motor and rowed the final 200 yards because the water was too shallow. Quietly I dragged the boat up on shore and loaded up. Ken lent me his 300 Win Mag Browning BLR again, I know it well by now. As I walked in I saw lots of sign, tracks, droppings, a couple of spots where moose had bedded. Things were looking good. I got set up at the same blow down that I had used last year. I let things settle down and then let out a series of cow calls. It was fairly windy so it was tough to hear any response. I called again after another 20 minutes. Still nothing. Grabbed the horn and let out another set of lonely cow calls.

I put down the horn, and within 5 seconds heard what I thought was a bull grunt right behind me. “Errrrrp”. Nah, my mind is playing tricks on me. It’s less than an hour into the hunt. “Errrrp” again. Huh, I really need to get my mind checked, I think I’m going nuts… “Errrrp”, ok that’s three times now. Maybe I should grab my gun just in case, and turn around to have a look. As I turned around, I saw some movement through the trees about 40 yards behind me. Now my eyes were playing tricks on me… The wind was blowing towards the moose, and I think he winded me because he quit grunting and I didn’t see him anymore.

After about a minute of silence, I decided to go have a closer look. As I walked, I grunted like a bull to hopefully keep from spooking the bull, if in fact he was still around. I walked about 75 yards through the trees looking for any sign of a moose. Then I looked out into the bay, and couldn’t believe my eyes. There, about 150 yards out in the wide open, was a bull moose. He was standing broadside looking back towards me. Just standing there. In the wide open. Just standing there. Bad choice for him. I guess he figured that the quickest, and easiest escape route was out and across to the far side of the bay. I did not feel sorry for him in making such a bad choice…

I scurried to where I could get a clear shot at him. All this time, I’m telling myself “don’t screw this up. This is what you’ve been waiting for for 5 years. He’s out in the open, you’ve got lots of time”. And the last time I checked, moose cannot outrun lead fired from a small cannon. As I got to an opening, he started to trot off, quartering away. I had the gun up, but wasn’t quite ready yet. So I grunted again. He stopped and looked back again. Arm through the sling for a steadier hold, crosshairs on him, breathing controlled, almost ready. He takes off on a trot again. Have I mentioned how I am astounded that an animal that big can trot through the mud like nothing. We’d be stuck, losing our boots in the muck, but he just glides through it.

Anyway, as he starts to trot, I start to squeeze the trigger. Everything slows right down at this point. “Boom”, the gun goes off, and I’m already working the lever to reload. As if in slow motion, the bull buckles, and drops like a sack of potatoes. It’s a sight I will replay in my mind thousands of times. His head drops first, then the rest of his body follows. Ass over tea kettle. And he stays down.

My mind finally realizes that I did it. I finally not only saw a bull moose, but I taught him who’s boss of these woods. At this point, I’m literally doing a happy dance on the shore, and I bet the grin on my face could be seen from a mile away. I’m tempted to go get my things that I left at the blow down, but I wanted make sure he didn’t get up. I wait a full two minutes to make sure. Now the adrenaline kicks in and I realize that my bucket list is one item shorter…

Wayne was hunting close by, and by the time I get my things, row out in the boat and start taking pictures, he’s coming up the bay in his boat. The next five hours are spent towing the bull back to camp, field dressing, quartering and hanging. We figured he weighed somewhere around 1200 lbs live weight. I’m still amazed at the size of a mature moose, and it’s hard to believe that a little piece of lead can drop them in their tracks. Monday we skinned the quarters, and put them in cheese cloth. It was getting warm and the flies would be buzzing. Tuesday it got warmer, and the nights were not cooling off. By Wednesday morning when it was still 16 degrees out, we decided to pack up and head home. The only problem with shooting my bull that early in the hunt, is that we had to cut it short so the meat wouldn’t spoil. I’d do it again in a second though, even though I’m now sitting at my desk, going through a mountain of emails.

Sincerely,

sure-shot dave

October 17, 2011

Hunting for outdoor oddities

The moose and deer season brings with it, among other things, plenty of time to stroll the backwoods.

In between animal sightings and enjoying the wild splendour of the Great Outdoors, we often stumble upon things unexpectedly. The woods are a wild and woolly place and often play host to the weird and wacky.

Hunters travel long hours over hill and dale; covering a lot of ground in the process, so it’s not uncommon to come across things in the woods you wouldn’t expect to find there.

I call it hunting for outdoor oddities and it provides something to talk about back at camp if nothing else.

Here are a few of things I’ve come across over the years while out hunting, and I invite you to send in your own oddities list:

While moose hunting one time near Parent QC, my buddy and I found a string of advertising balloons from a Detroit, Michigan car dealership. I calculated they flew over 1500 miles before landing in the Quebec woods.

One time in the bush near our hunt camp in the Laurentians, we found a ‘love mattress’ with a bunch of girly magazines lying on it.

We have, over the years, found several marijuana plantations over the years and one time even ran into the gardener as he was trying to escape.

One time, we found the remains of what appeared to be a weather balloon stuck in the trees.

A few years back we discovered a pair of stolen ATV’s someone had hidden in the woods covered in brush.

So, now its your turn. Drop us a line with your oddities list!

Outdoorsguy

October 4, 2011

Big game hunters Bragging Board

OK folks, it is that time of year again…when men are men and the bears, moose and deer are nervous.

If you have enjoyed a successful big-game hunt this fall, I invite you to share your story and photos right here at the Outdoors Guy Blog.

As someone once said, its time to show ’em if you got ’em!

Please keep in mind that all photos submitted by pm should be in a small file format. Usually less than 1/2 GB is fine.

Outdoorsguy

Thanks to Sure-shot Dave for sending in his moose story:

Made the 16 hour drive to Thunder Bay on Sept. 23^rd. Had high hopes of putting my tag on a nice bull. The scouting report was that there were some nice ones hanging around.

Spent the better part of six days chasing them around the swamps, and sitting in stands without seeing a thing. It was warm, but not as bad as 2009, the last time I was there.

Monday (day 3) I got the invite to go down to Timmins to try and fill a cow tag… Resisted the temptation. I wanted antlers. Wednesday (day 5) got another invitation to go down to Timmins… Started to cave a little bit. After the Thursday morning hunt I decided to pack it in and head for Timmins, again after some convincing from Andy. That guy is persistent. Left Thunder Bay at 7PM on Thursday, had a co pilot so was able to sleep for a couple of hours in the truck on the way. Made it to Timmins for 3AM, up and heading to the hunting spot at 5AM. I must be crazy…

Andy put me on a skidder trail and gave me instructions on where to go. Follow this trail to the hydro line, if nothing, come back half way and take the other trail out to a fresh cut. Sounded pretty easy to me. I waited until first light, and slowly made my way up the first trail. It’s amazing how many stumps, root balls and dark objects looked like moose after 6 days of not seeing a thing…

After about twenty minutes, Andy got a hold of me to say that Chris had seen a couple of cows head into a small piece of bush, and I needed to get down the other trail ASAP to cut them off. So off I go. I picked a likely looking spot, but not knowing if I was in the right area, I waited for further instructions. I then moved to the highest point so that I could see as much terrain as possible. Andy was going to wait until the rest of the group could get set up before going in after the cows. After a while, he came out of the bush and motioned for me to come over to him. He said that the cows are probably still in the patch of bush, but that I needed to get to the other end of the bush to watch the beaver meadow. Off I went at a pretty good pace so that I didn’t miss them. Andy said “look for the tamarack tree with the branches cut off one side”. Millions of trees, and I’m supposed to find that one tree. Ok I thought to myself, like that’s going to happen. I walked in to the corner of the beaver meadow, and noticed some cut brush and a small open area. Looked up, and there was the tamarack tree. Well I’ll be a monkey’s arse… I took a few steps to get out into the open meadow, and just as I look up, I see a cow come bursting out of the brush on the other side. She’s trotting at a pretty good pace on the other side of the 200 yard wide meadow, heading for the far end and the tag alders for cover. Great I think to myself, I finally see a moose, but there is no way on God’s green earth that I am going to get a shot at her. As fast as this fat ass could run, I head to cut her off. After about a 75 yard sprint, she turns and heads right across the meadow, right towards me. At this point I still don’t have an arrow nocked, and I’m not even close to being ready. Add to that that I am gasping for air, and things are not looking good. Halfway across the meadow, she stops to look back over her shoulder to see where the danger is. That’s my opportunity. I throw off my gloves, grab an arrow, nock it and hunker down in the grass. After a few seconds, she starts to run again. I come to full draw as she’s coming. 20 more yards, and she’ll be in the bush and gone. I yell “hey” and she slams on the brakes. Of course, she’s right behind a tag alder bush, and I have no shot. She sees me, and walks out from behind the bush to have a better look. Quartering towards me slightly, but I think I can make the shot. I put my 40 yard pin on her, take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger on my release. As if in slow motion, I watch my neon yellow arrow head for its target. All the while, I’m praying that it will fly true to its mark. With a thunk, it hits the cow and buries itself 2/3 of the way in. I’m pretty confident that she won’t go far. I call Andy, and he answers in a whisper “what’s up”. Huffing and puffing, I say “I got her!” He says “you got her?” I say “yeah I got her!!” The excitement in his voice grows, and the next thing out of his mouth is “who’s your daddy?? Told you I’d get you a cow!” I tell him not to get too excited yet, we need to find her before the celebrating can start.

I walk to where she was standing, and start looking for blood while I wait for Andy and Roger to come over. Andy comes across the meadow, and before I can even show him where she was, and where she went, he’s on the blood trail. It was a very easy trail to follow. Like someone was pouring blood out of a paint can. If it were a deer, it would have gone less than 50 yards. This being my first moose, I had no idea how much blood they could lose before falling over. We followed the trail for about 150-200 yards, and found her piled up on the edge of a cut over area. Now the celebrating could begin! My first moose, shot with my old reliable High Country bow. If only all things in life were as reliable as that bow! Andy laughed at me for still shooting it, but it’s never let me down. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!!!

We spent the next couple of hours field dressing, and loading her into the ATV trailer. Then it was off to the butcher to get her skinned and quartered. That night we celebrated with obscene amounts of alcohol, and I was introduced to sleeping in a prospector tent for the first time. There are stories to tell about the evening, but we’ll leave those for another day. What happens in moose camp, stays in moose camp!!

I sure am glad that Andy was so persistent, and that I made the overnight drive to Timmins. It was the experience of a lifetime. Thanks to all the guys for making it a hunt that I’ll never forget!!!

Regards,

Sure-shot Dave

Our friend Rick P had a great weekend it seems!

On Sunday evening, he took what he’s calling his ‘meat buck’ at 6:30 PM with a ten yard bow shot.

Now Rick is concentrating on the big guys!

Congrats on the nice looking buck!

I finally got out yesterday for my second hunt of the season.

It was a beautiful “summer” evening, kind of hot for hunting but I needed to get out of the basement.

The wind was wrong but I decided “John’s Ridge” stand was calling to me. It is a nice hardwood ridge and I figured I would hear any deer coming. I was wrong. The wind was just strong enough with so many leaves still on the trees to muffle any approaching deer. At least that is my excuse for not hearing him coming.

At 6:30 I glanced to the east around the tree I was in and not 15 yards away was a deer.

I grabbed my bow and had to decide which side of the tree he would present me with a shot. Luckily he came around in front of me and at ten yards I let fly.

The shot was horrible!

I had changed my setup this summer and added a peep. I felt very comfortable with this setup but had not practiced as much as I would have liked. With the deer in front of me I forgot to look through the peep – aarrrgggg!

I watched him run about 80 yards in a semi-circle and then slowly hobble behind some big trees. He then slowly walked another ten yards and seemed to be in distress. I could see blood from the wound.

As the shot was not where I wanted I decided to get out of there and wait until morning to look for him even though it was very warm. I hoped/expected to find him where I had last seen him.

This morning I walked to where he was standing when I left but no deer. Some blood but not as much as I expected.

It took an hour plus to follow a some time good blood trail and some time bad blood trail some 100 yards to a dead deer.

This six point fills my meat needs, now it’s time to get the big one.

Rick P (AKA Whitetail Guru)

Thanks to Alain for sending in this screen of a nice bull taken near his camp.

As you read below, Iggy’s gang took 1 moose this fall. This beautiful 54″ bull was taken by Tony Kennedy at 7:30 on opening morning.

Great job Tony!!

Dave D’Aoust sent in this photo of the big buck he took near Carleton place this past weekend with with Excalibur crossbow.

His buck dressed out at 220 pounds. I like the forked browtines, Dave!

My old College pal Bobby Kuntz, who lives in the Yukon, sent in these photos of a caribou swimming the Teslin river and the ‘meat bull’ he took last week. (Only in the Yukon is a 34″ bull and meat moose!)

Well, our friend Keebler has finally taken his first moose..a unique looking bull I have dubbed ‘Texas Longhorn #2″ Congrats on the nice bull and I cant wait to hear the story!

Hey, when does the wife make you shave off that scruff anyway..hehe

Below is the story of Yukon Bob’s favourite moose hunt:

This is to date my favorite moose. I shot him Oct3rd 20?? The years are getting blurry.

We called him in 2 nights in a row but we couldn’t get him to come out in the open. My buddy had to return to work, so I took him home and talked the girlfriend into joining me.

The new plan was to take him with the bow and if it didn’t work out then Rebel would get her 1^st moose. The plan almost worked perfect. We sprayed ourselves with scent killer(something I’ve never done) and we went into the bush where I thought the moose was doing all the raking the previous nights. The bush was a little too thick for shooting lanes for the bow but we set up anyway. 5:45pm I gave a call and we heard him right away maybe just under a km away.

We never heard any other sounds, at 6pm I gave another call and he started raking trees about 50yds ahead of us. I new what the moose was going but the girlfriend thought he was on a dead right for us. I seen a palm of antler through the bush, I looked back to see how my back up was doing and she was shaking so bad I could have worried about my on safety if I asked her to shoot. I chose to ditch the bow and disarm her.

The moose circled to one side and I got a shot at 30yds and dropped him. It was only then that I got to see the whole rack. 58” I’ve shot wider but I liked the surprise of not knowing what he looked like.

Below is is photo of Chessy’s big buck he took on opening morning. I’m calling it the Salmon River Buck…just because it likes to eat salmon.

That’s Chessy’s son in the photo:

Rob St. Denis picked up images on his trail cam of this bad boy..he says the buck only travels at night..so far!

Below is Iggy’s pal Ron Cutbill (already famous for catching a brookie in the Ottawa river) proves his hunting skill this time, with a dandy 10-pointer.

Nice buck Ron!!

Our pal Chessy managed to bag himself another nice buck! This time he pulled it off with a blown scope and the help of his kids…but he still did it!

A dandy 8-point too:

Bob McNally, who hunts at the camp beside Iggy, took this 4-point towards the end of the rifle hunt. Congrats Bob..love that deer trailer too. Here’s is Bob’s story:

Well in almost 2 weeks of deer hunting I FINALLY got to see one!

Most movement on my trail cam has been at night in fact in the past 2 days there was 1 doe and 5 different bucks but all in darkness.

I had high hopes for today first cause the weather had finally got colder which should get them moving a bit better but also cause tommorrow I”m back to work… 🙁

There was a good frost on the ground this morning. As I got closer to where I would stand I noticed that some of the scrapes had no frost in them and looked like they had been turned recently. I moved slowly cause I was expecting to see something anytime now.

Got to my stand under a spruce next to a pond shortly after 7 am. In front of me about 30 yds was a trail that the deer have torn up with all the scrapes along it. Maybe this would be the day I would finally get some movement during daylight.

I caught movement about 9:20 to my left in some thick spruce where the lower branches were mainly dead. It was so quiet I thought it to be one of the many red squirrels that had been pestering every time I have sat in that area. I suddenly noticed the rack of a buck and then his head which was in a sneak postion. I was surprised to see how slowly he snuck in.

He moved forward about 20 ft and got in behind several large trees and offered no shot. I was hoping he would continue straight ahead as he would reach one of my shooting lanes I had cleared out on my first sit in that location. He stood behind the trees for almost 5 minutes, checking things out before he moved. He decided to go left which meant he was walking away from me and I”d have to shoot quick. He got almost 45 degrees to me at about 30 yds and I fired. I was pleased to see my aim was true and he dropped on the spot with 1 shot.

Bob

ps: I added 2 more trail cam pictures from the 2 days before. I think my buck was sneaking in cause he was the smaller of the deer and didn’t want to get his butt kicked by the bigger bucks!

Here is one of the bucks taken at Keebler’s camp up in North Bay. Sounds like he had one heck of a great year!

Avid sportsman Chris Kemp surely made his family proud this fall with the taking of a buck he is calling the ‘Memorial Buck’..in honour of his Grandfather and uncle who passed away this year:

The Memorial Buck

I took this guy on the last section of the last chase of the week, in a year that we lost two members of our camp.

My grandfather Eldon Kemp passed away in the spring at the age of 89. He was a lifelong hunter who passed on his Savage 1899 .303 to me. I used that rifle to take my first deer, and hunted this week with it his honour.

My uncle (Gord Kemp) was a firefighter who died in the summer of leukemia. A great big, tough guy, he was a tireless dogger who never carried a gun, but was a vital part of many hunts.

Chris Kemp