By: Bears Butt

This is a short and very concise video on quartering and packing out an animal.

Written on October 13th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

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Lots going on around my house right now, but the main thing on my brain is…You guessed it….the elk hunt!

I decided I needed to add situps to my routine, and so after the 30 minute tread mill ordeal I did my normal stretching and 30 push ups and then popped over and did 10 situps…ya, only 10, but it wasn’t that easy.  Some of you may know this, but when I was in the 7th grade (Jr. High School) I set a new school record for the number of situps at 1,047…Don’t ever try that!  It surely is not worth it.  So, 10 today is a good number!

Again I spent a good portion of yesterdays time on the internet looking at elk related stories, videos etc.  I really think I have what I’m going to call…”ELK FEVER”!

Another thing I realized yesterday is that during this hunt, I am the only one in the group that is forced by law to wear hunter orange…booo…for me!  Great for the others.  I guess that is so the law guys can tell who has the tag and who is  there to help out.  Hunter orange is no big deal, I can dig through my old stack of hunting clothes and find something that resembles it.

Bears Butt

Oct. 12, 2013

 

Written on October 12th, 2013 , DREAM HUNTS
By: Bears Butt

Could this me us in a few weeks? Time will tell!

Written on October 11th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

BearsButtPumpkinWinemaker and I went grocery shopping this afternoon and while there I saw something that really turned my head.  I had to employ my cell phone camera and sent the picture to my own email address.  Once home I downloaded it and studied the reading on the outside of the package.

I believe in recycling  AND I believe in paying my fair share for things I use and others use at the same time (utilities come to mind).  Lately, the fine city I live in had to raise the rates we all pay for our sewer system.  It is going to go up A LOT!  And when you are on a fixed income like I am, any increase cuts into my spendable cash (beer money).  So this increase is costing me about a half a 12 pack each month!  That is 6 12 packs each year!  Watch it fellas!  Much more and I’m going to come to city council meeting and raise some cane!

So, this thing I took a picture of got me thinking quite a bit as I drove home.  What if there was a way to recycle some of the stuff that gets flushed down to the sewer treatment plant?  They are already sort of recycling the water that gets used and cleaned up.  In fact it is rated as THE BEST AND CLEANEST waste water out of ANY sewer treatment plant along the Wasatch Front!  No, I won’t be drinking any of it!  But I sure will shoot ducks out of it and eat them!

I guess it just isn’t right to be keeping you in suspense about what I took a picture of and so here it is:

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We are talking about this being the 7th generation here folks!  In short it means it has been used 6 times before and still they are able to clean, dry and roll it back up!  They sure have something going here that we all need to be aware of!  I have not even heard of anyone using those big leaves from the burdock plant and doing that!

So, could my little city sewer plant implement something like recycling all the toilet paper that comes their way?  If they could and if they could package it like these guys, it would add income to the city coffers and I wouldn’t have to spend my beer money on paying for the overhead!  Think about it!

Bears Butt

Oct. 11, 2013

Written on October 11th, 2013 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Here is a Paul Harvey story he put out in 1965:

http://nation.foxnews.com/paul-harvey/2012/03/21/1965-if-i-were-devil-warning-nation-paul-harvey

Bears Butt

Oct. 11, 2013

Written on October 11th, 2013 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Our friend Visitor gave me this link:

http://www.grindtv.com/outdoor/excursions/post/hunters-spark-outrage-by-killing-white-spirit-moose/

Interesting article and it would make me think twice before dropping the hammer on an albino animal.

Bears Butt

Oct. 10, 2013

Written on October 10th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

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OK, the muzz deer hunt is well behind us now and it’s time to get serious about the next hunt on the docket!  San Juan Elk!

I was off my work out routine until this week and it sure doesn’t take long to lose what you worked on.  I did the mild workout on day one and when I got to the 30 pushups…well, numbers 26 through 30 took some doing!  The next day it was the hardest workout…the one that has me running at a speed of 7 mph and climbing a hill of 10%…I sure could feel it in my calves after that.

Back on the computer it’s once again time to scan over the satellite images of Google Earth to become more familiar with the country and the roads and trails weaving in and out of the elk hunting terrain!

Today, Dennis is coming over to discuss more about the hunt.  I’m hoping he gives me some pointers as to where he thinks we should set up camp.  I’d like to look that over on Google as well and become familiar with atv trails etc. in and around that spot.

It might seem premature to be as excited as I am about this hunt, but I am thinking it is going to be my best and probably only chance to shoot a bull elk and that is why I have a tough time sleeping….there is always a thought in my head about that big old 7 or 8 year old bull toting a head dress of 6 points on each side….

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Always dream’in!

Bears Butt

Oct. 10, 2013

Written on October 10th, 2013 , DREAM HUNTS
By: Bears Butt

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I thought this would be appropriate as a picture since it’s October and all!

Well, you have read all the events of our muzz deer hunt and now I need to tell you the rest of the story.  I’ll embellish it some because it needs it!

For many years we have had the Boobin Baby Board in our camp:

BoobinBabyBoard2It’s a symbol of shots taken and the bucks didn’t make it back to camp…many excuses befall the shooters who miss and we hear them all.  Just like this sign says, the shots go high, the shots go low, the shots go behind, the shots go in front of the animal…all of us who have taken the shots have seen that ill fated bullet hit somewhere other than the animal.  It’s a sad thing actually.

You all know my bullet of choice is the Hornady Great Plains conical with the hollow base and hollow point.  In my caliber of rifle, .54, that bullet weighs 425 grains and I push it out the barrel with 90 grains of good old ffg blackpowder.  My rifle doesn’t print the bullet holes one on top of the other, but they are usually within a basketball size group.  Well maybe closer to a soccer ball group…hmmm…that doesn’t seem right either, maybe a grapefruit size group and these are at 100 yards.  In my eye, that’s close enough.  I don’t have one of those fancy “lead sleds” to strap my rifle into and shoot without my interference, but my confidence leads me to believe that if I did have one of those machines, the rifle would print bullet holes one on top of the other.

So, there is my “go to” bullet and load and my rifle likes it.

What is your “go to” load?  Only you know, but I have a couple of friends who like something different.  Both Crock and Dry Dog like the Thompson Center Maxi ball bullet and both of them push them out the barrel with loose powder.  Crock might use P-P-P-Pyrodex (I always studder when I say that word) I’m not sure, but Dry Dog uses good old honest and true blackpowder.

Now both of these gentlemen are good shots, don’t get me wrong.  They usually bring home the venison on the deer hunt and for sure they have plenty of opportunities each year.  A quick glance at most of the Boobin Baby Boards of years gone by shows their names are pretty regular names on it.  Right boys?

It’s an awfully bad year of deer hunting if these two don’t get at least one shot during the 9 days the hunt is open…one shot each that is.  Their untold moto is “If it’s brown it’s down” and all you have to do is verify there are antlers on the animal and the shots are going to be fired…10 yards to 3,000 yards, it really doesn’t matter.

OK, so to my point.  These two really should go to the range with a variety of bullets to choose from and they both should shoot something other than their preferred choice of today.  I say this because their choice of bullets, the TC Maxi ball is a “Misser”!  I call it “The Missing Bullet”!  And had I told you that upfront on this writing you would not have understood and would have probably thought I was writing about looking in the box of bullets and not finding what I was looking for.

“The Missing Bullet” is one that has a mind of its own.  Once it leaves the muzzle of the rifle it goes where it wants to go, not where the shooter wants it to go.

Take this year for example.  Now I was not there with these two hunters to know exactly where the missing bullets hit once they were fired, but I did hear the stories about shooting at deer and the deer not coming back into camp…thus another dollar in the biggest buck contest and a sad story to be heard throughout the camp.

In Dry Dogs case, he shot 3 missing bullets before finally taking down a nice buck on his 4th attempt.  AND I might add, that 4th shot almost missed.  I think the buck had a premonition the bullet was going to miss and moved its neck up so the bullet would hit it.

In Crocks stories, he too had several shots this season, and just like Dry Dog, all of his shots missed.  He was not so lucky as to have a suicidal buck to shoot at and so he is eating tag soup at this moment, just like me.

As for me;  The day we got our camp set up and ready for the hunt, almost all of us decided to load up our rifles while things were still in control and the weather was still dry.  I made the worst mistake of my entire life on that day.  I let Dry Dog talk me into loading my rifle with a missing bullet!  I have NEVER shot a missing bullet out of my rifle!  It likes the Great Plains and it shoots them very well.  I must have had just enough bubbly in my system to allow Dry Dogs sweet talking influence me into thinking my rifle would shoot a TC Maxi ball as straight as the Great Plains bullets go….what a mistake on my part!  (put a sad face smiley here)

So, when that big buck finally presented me with my shot (the only one for this season) I took careful aim like you know I am capable of, and when the cap set off the powder charge and the bullet went flying down range, the mind of that missing bullet took over and purposely flew where it knew it would not hit the deer….my case of “The Missing Bullet”!  Never again!

If more people would read and take to heart this story, there would be a marked increase in TC Maxi ball bullets at garage sales throughout the land and Crock and Dry Dog would have a field day picking them up for little to nothing.  Some traditions just have to continue and I’m certain these two will continue to use “the missing bullets” until they die.  Maybe they just like to see their names on the Boobin Baby Board.

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Bears Butt

Oct. 9, 2013

Written on October 9th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

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Well, just because we broke our camp and everyone went home does not mean the hunt is over!  Come on folks get with the program!

After six days in the mountains a guy just has to have a day or two to recover from all that fun!  A long hot shower is always in order as is a sleep in day to try and catch up.  It’s funny how the body reacts and should you stay in the mountains you probably wouldn’t even notice how fatigued you really are, but once you get home the clock begins to wind down quickly and there you are, a big pile of jello, in need of a shower and some sleep.

After the sleep in, I had Edjukateers deer to cut up and get into the freezer.  He just wanted a few steaks from it and he gave me the rest.  And so I spent a few hours in the garage taking care of that.  Thanks for all the meat Edjukateer, it will not go to waste!

Toward the end of the day, Weasel called and asked if I wanted to go hunting in the morning (Tuesday)…sure I said!  What time?  Well if we go back to where we were camped we would have to leave about 4:30 a.m.  Let’s do it!

Then it wasn’t very long after that my phone rings and it’s Tracker, asking if we were going to go hunting in the morning and could he and Bones tag along (neither of them have a tag, they just wanted to get out and see some animals).  Of course!  And so the plan was made to pick them up and the four of us would head into the hills for the day!

The next morning we headed up over Monte Cristo mountain toward New Canyon and points beyond!  On our drive up and over we saw numerous animals in and near the road.  It was actually a very white knuckle type of trip for me, the driver, trying to watch the road and the sides of the road for animals.  Deer seemed to be everywhere!  We didn’t count them but I’m guessing over 20 deer were scattered along the road.  We also saw two elk running along the roadside as well and a couple of raccoons and something that was small and black!

Reaching our destination at a perfect time of morning to begin our drive around, we immediately began seeing deer.  Why so many deer were out is a mystery to me, but before the day was over we counted 114 deer!

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The day was a beauty, partly cloudy, wind still and just the right temperature.

In our travels it was quite obvious that the area had been witness to some very strong winds since we had broken our camp on Sunday.  There were downed trees all over the place and some had even gone down across the roadways.  Of course other hunters had pulled them out of the road but left a bunch of the smaller branches as evidence.  I’m rather glad we broke our camp when we did.

Well, as usual on a road day we have to eat and so we found ourselves up at the spring on the backside of Long Ridge, time for hot dogs!

Bones had to start the fire and she insisted on a flint and steel one and she got it going really quick!

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I was in charge of the condiments this day and sure enough, they were left sitting on the upper shelf of my fridge, back at home!  So we decided we were celebrating Dry Dog’s naming and since we were using the little wire devises he had given me to cook the dogs, what more of a celebration could it have been.  Actually, the hot dogs were provided by Weasel and company, and they were “all beef” ones made by Kirkland (Cosco) and even without mustard and ketchup they were very good!  I’ll have to look for them next time I’m in the market for hot dogs.

Tracker had to take a moment for a photo-op while we were stopped and so pictures were taken.

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Back on the road we immediately began seeing more deer.  The count for the day was adding up quickly.

We did manage to see three bucks running together but we just could not get close enough for a shot.  Our hopes were high, however, for them to be closer to the main road when it got later in the day.  We made sure we were in that area before dark.

On our way down from near the top of the main road, we came around a bend and there were two bucks feeding just off the side.  Weasel and I bailed out and prepared to shoot (of course making sure we were off the road and not shooting across it…legal like).  Since I was driving I had to make sure the vehicle was in park and everything was good before I baled out.  By the time I got my cap on the nipple, I looked up just in time to see Weasels well placed shot, go right over the top of one of the bucks!  Miss!

I aimed at the one on the right and tightened up on the trigger, SNAP!  The hammer fell on the cap and drove it hard onto the nipple without going off!  Damn!  Now I had to fumble for my pocket knife in order to pry it off the nipple.  Meanwhile the two bucks ran about 40 yards and stopped.  I was flustered by now and finally when the old cap came off I was able to re-cap and ready for another shot.

As in all my muzzleload kills of the past, I can tell you exactly what my sight picture looked like, this time I can not!  And so, when the gun fired, the two bucks ran off without a scratch!  A clean miss.  I figure I must have just pointed the gun in the general direction and pulled the trigger.  I am getting too old for this!

I have my excuses, but still a miss is a miss and more will be told about this in a future posting…stand by!

Well, there we had our chances at a two buck day and we had been talking about doing just that all day long.  Find two bucks and put them both on top of the rig for the ride home, with blood dripping down the windows…but NOOO!  We both had to miss and they were easy shots too.

That was the excitement for this day and so when it got dark we were well on our way for home.  Discussions were had about hunting the next day as well, but this old body of mine knew I could not get it out of bed, not when it was going to get into bed after 10:30 and would have to get out of bed by 3:30…no way.  So I opted out of going that next day.

Not to be discouraged, Weasel, Tracker and Bones, tried their best to get me to go, they even didn’t leave until about 6:30 to head to the hills.  They even went up past Hardware Ranch to get into the hunting area…still I did not go.  Thanks for trying guys, but I need my beauty rest. (We have seen that picture already)

Well, they went on their way and the sighting of deer was not even close to what it was “yesterday” (114), I think they said they only saw about 30 deer all day and all but one were does and fawns.

It was around 4 p.m. and they had been talking to Crock and his gang about the deer they had been seeing and Crock told them that as they proceeded up the road about a quarter mile, they might see a nice two point.  He told them that they had seen it a couple of times and it was running with a doe and a fawn.  So be on the look out.  They said their goodbyes and left them cleaning up their camp for their trip home…their hunt was over…no deer, but lots of chances (more on this story coming in another post).

Just as Crock had said, about a quarter mile up the road, there stood a nice two point!  Weasel didn’t even hesitate, baled out, put the bead on the buck and let the lead fly!  BLAM!  Deer Down!!!!!

Brandons2013BuckCongratulations Weasel!  That is a fine young buck and will make for some mighty good eat’in!

None of the guys went out on the last day of the season and Weasel and I spent most of the day taking care of his buck.  So, there you have the full story of the Willow Creek Free Trappers 2013 deer hunt!  A successful hunt in all respects!  Everyone was safe!  Everyone had a great time!  Four bucks were taken off the mountain and there were a lot of bucks seen.  Most of them small, but we did see a couple of really big ones as well.

Good luck to those of you hunting the Utah General Season deer hunt and I hope your hunt is safe and successful like ours was!

Bears Butt

Oct. 8, 2013

 

Written on October 8th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

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It’s now Sunday morning of the 2013 muzz deer hunt.  Traditionally we go out in the morning and then try and make it back around noon to break the camp and head for home.  Also, tradition usually lends itself a blow to some of the younger folks in camp on Saturday night.  The camp fire glow is not going to be had the next night (Sunday) and so for some reason there is a party atmosphere that calls for “one more drink” before retiring for the night.  This year was no exception.

The call to order for who is riding with who showed that the Rack would have Weasel, Gunner, Ian “Evening Scotch”, Conner, McKenzie and I going out in pursuit of the wiley bucks.  The ride would take us over to the old cabin and then up past the trailer house.  Those are places we didn’t get to yesterday and Weasel thinks the kids need to see them so that stories of old would make some sense to them.  Load it up and let’s get out’a here!

The morning was crisp and cold but not nearly as cold as yesterday morning.  No frost like yesterday either, but plenty cold to have us bundled up pretty good.  However, Conner and Kenzie insisted they ride in the back of the truck right from the start.

There weren’t as many deer out and about this morning as we traversed the rough road to the cabin, but the morning sun was just hitting when we arrived.  It was a beautiful day to be in the field hunting.

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That old cabin has seen better days and whoever built and lived in it must have had a pretty rough go of it.  About the only thing I can see that would have been appealing to live there is the fresh spring water that flows year round just outside the door.  The area around it is sagebrush and rough roads and having never been there in the heat of the summer, I would just bet it gets down right HOT!

From here the plan is to go up past where Gunner killed his deer several years back, which is also the place Conner and I tried to push that big buck into Weasel yesterday.  Maybe we will see it again.  Then over the top and down past the old trailer.  From there it will be anyone’s guess as to where the Rack will travel.

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It’s always nice to take a break from the bumping and grinding to get a snack while road hunting and this was a very welcome break.  A snack of pepperoni and crackers or jerky or some small treat like a Snickers bar, any of which are very good for the soul!  Plus the stretch is good.  Next year there will be some modifications made to the Rack.  Some kind of cushion on the rails of the Rack to soften the blows riders get when they are leaning against them and a way to stabilize the rifles during travel so the hunters don’t have to hold onto them all the time.  These will be very welcome additions and any ideas you have as to how to accomplish these things is very much needed.  Please leave comments below this posting!  Thank you!

We made it to the top of a very high hill and the scenery was magnificent.  As far as you could see were the changing colors of the leaves of the aspens, oak and buck brush, contrasted with the dark black/green of the pines.  Gunner wanted a picture of he and Evening Scotch with that scene in the background and I was sure not against taking just such a shot.

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Well, the morning hunt came to an end, just like this entire hunt did and we came off the mountain in time to see the camp in a hustle with people going all over the place picking up their items and putting things away.  It is like this every year and it’s the day I really don’t like about the hunt.  It means “it’s over” for another year….but, what do you do?

I made my way to my trailer and opened up the fridge and pulled out the two packages of Sweet Breads I had brought to heat up and let these folks give them a try.  Most of us have had them before, but you never know if there is someone in camp that has never heard of them or tried them.  The eating utensils for this meal is nothing more than a toothpick!  When the call went out that the Sweet Breads were ready, here came the folks like a hive of yellow jackets to a bowl of Posole!

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Feeding Frenzie

And when the clunking sounds of empty toothpicks hitting against the bottom of a cast iron pan was done, the pan went in for a cleaning!  Next year I need to remember to bring three bags of Sweet Breads!

Soon we had the camp all cleaned up and ready for the road, but not before we finished with the “unfinished business”.  We still had two things to do…make that “Three” things to do!

The breaking of the Beaver Sharn stand!  And as a reminder to you who forgot yours this year….Don’t forget them next year!

Who won the biggest buck contest?  And did that person take a horn off the kill jug?  We know that he consumed the mini bottle that was presented by Half Cock ED, but I think he forgot about the big bottle!  Yes!  Dry Dog won the biggest buck contest with his fine 3 point buck!  Bottoms up Dry Dog!

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What a nasty thing to face at noon!  Makes me shiver just seeing this picture! (I must have been shivering when I took it because it’s not in focus).

Now for you non-alcohol drinking folks out there, YOU don’t have to drink from this bottle should you make a kill while in our camp.  We have alternate non-alcoholic drinks for you!  I just hope you like Spice V-8!

And then comes the best part of winning the biggest buck contest…the money!

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There was well over $100 in that pile of cash and Dry Dog and Magpie had already decided to present it all to Black Arrows Widow, Shy Mouse as a little aid to her financial dilemma.  That is a very nice thing that you decided to do with that money Dry Dog!  Thank You!

AND that is not all!  No Grimace took the winning antlers from last years biggest buck contest and put them on one of his chain saw carved bears and that too is a prize for shooting such a fine animal!  In addition to that, Muskrat had brought a Mule Deer Foundation hat to be given to the winner as well.  Notice Dry Dog has a double hat on!

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Does the fun ever stop?

NOPE!  Not yet!  We still have to hear from “TWINKIE MAN”!  Yes folks every year for as long as Twinkies are being made!

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And with such a large crowd at hand, Twinkie Man needed some help handing out those delicious little Twinkie treats!  Thanks guys!

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Those Twinkies may not be made by the original company, but they sure did taste good.  I don’t know about how Dry Dogs tasted after a big gulp off that nasty whiskey jug, but mine sure was tasty!  Thanks Wapiti!

And there you have it.  From Tuesday through half the day on Sunday…the life in the Willow Creek Free Trappers muzz hunt camp.  Lots of laughter and a whole lot of fun!  Now we have to wait that looooonnnngggg year until we get to do it again.

Bears Butt

Oct. 7, 2013

 

Written on October 7th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories

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