Friday, October 26, 2012
...And Left To Rot In Antelope Basin, Near West Yellowstone.
Sort leaves ya speechless, eh? Sort of scary too, I'd say knowing the woods these days seem to be overrun with despicable, low-life bastards such as the desparadoes who committed this heinous act. Whatever they are it sure ain't HUNTERS!!! What planet jerks like this are hatched is more than I know but sure seems unlikely they could be Earthlings. Like the whackos who shot up the Sauerbeiner/Ruby Dell Block Management sign, sign in box and sign in book now two years running, let's hope they get 'em, lock 'em up, fine the hell out of 'em and somehow lose the friggin' key. Montana, the world, the hunting world, nobody needs a-holes like these. But of course as most all of us realize all too well trot out a slick lawyer, toss in a clueless judge for good measure and... About the worst will happen is a slap on the proverbial wrist, a stern warning like don't ya dare show your face in this here court room again or else and...Well hell, whatever happened to vigilante justice and the 'ol hangin' tree.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
ended up more castin' than blastin' but we did manage to bag a few keepers...like how many handfuls a feathers does a body need?
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
If looks could kill, eh? Obviously Annie the Wirehair takes sage hens very seriously. As a friend put it the other day...Awesome, cat-like, a real predator on the hunt. It's October now and the season is well along, a bit over half-way to the end of sage hen season, November 1. So far for us it's been tough: birds scattered, still not in the usual haunts, apparently due the extreme dry which has haunted the area pretty much since last fall at this time. I can't recall the last time we had any significant rain and except for this spring hardly any moisture to speak of, at least in this neck of woods. What birds we've found have not been far from water, taking adavantage of what little green vegetation is still around...most having been long since turned brown and desicated. Much like the withered brown grass in our backyard, each step is a loud crunch.