By: Bears Butt

The final weekend for the United Wildlife Cooperative, guided youth turkey hunt was probably more fun than the first weekend, and that would be a very hard thing to do.

A brand new batch of youth hunters, including another young lady and every one of them so excited their faces would of had to have been bigger to keep the smile contained.  I’d have to say, they had a VERY good time.

The weather was perfect for this outing.  Not overly hot, but not real cool either.  Our camp setting was at the Middle Fork Wildlife Management area and it was a great spot for this weekends activities.  Two wall tents were set up for the guests, the camp fire pit was loaded with wood and cooking facilities circled.  What a wonderful environment.

Kaitlyn (the young lady hunter) didn’t have much time to hunt as she had other commitments and had to leave early on Saturday, but I believe she got to see a gobbler or two.  The others had chances and two of the three scored on their birds.  I was not able to get a picture of Cody with his bird, but he not only bagged a very large bird with a 10 inch beard, but also was awarded a free mount by Darin Gardner Taxidermy.  Here is a picture of his bird.

And, although it wasn’t as big a bird as Cody’s, Issac tagged a really nice young tender bird and is proud as proud to show it off.

These young hunters really proved to me that we have an outstanding group of  honest and ethical hunters coming up behind us older hunters in the field.  They hiked harder than most people would hike while in pursuit of their game.  They hunkered down when the situation called for it and they ran up the hills like billy goats if that was the call of action.  It was a real pleasure to be there and witness the events unfolding down below.

We got to see a lot of wildlife while on spotting duty.  Moose-

Deer-

Turkeys-

Elk were also around, but I was not able to get pictures of them, we saw many.  I was also able to capture the escape of some turkeys from the crafty hunters in pursuit of them.  Notice the hunters with their backs to the birds which are running fast away from them.

We all had the time of our lives on this weekend hunt and combining both of the past weekends and seeing all the kids enjoying the out of doors was a real treat.  No smart phones, no toggling of game playing, no texting.  Just down home, plain old outdoors fun!

Camp fire songs, smores, jokes and good times were had by all.  Does it get any better?  I think not.  We even had Darin Gardner come in to camp and give us all a lesson on how turkeys think, how to hunt them, what to wear, how to call them.  A hearty thank you to Darin, sometimes referred to a “Tex-O-Bob”.

Well, that about sums it up.

I encourage all of you to join the www.unitedwildlifecooperative.org as soon as you can, it’s free.  What a great bunch of folks.

Bears Butt

May 14, 2012

 

 

Written on May 14th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

How good are you at spotting game?  Can you see any turkeys in this picture?  Can you see a Gobbler in the picture?

Maybe this will make it easier!

We live in a wonderful world!

Bears Butt

Written on May 10th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

This is the second weekend of the guided youth turkey hunt and I’m just as excited as I was last weekend.  The only difference is I know a little bit more about what I’m supposed to do.

Some of those who were there last weekend helping out will not be there this weekend, which is a bit of a disappointment for me, but they have other commitments and that is fine.

Four more lucky young hunters will be in for a treat of a lifetime and I can hardly wait.  Hopefully the turkeys have settled down a bit from the harassment we dealt them last weekend and will be ready to meet their maker.

What a blast!  This weekend will find my grandson Conner and his dad “The Weasel” among the lucky ones.  I hope all the kids get a chance at a bird.  It’s a long shot to have that happen even with all the help.  But if the young hunters stay with the task at hand and don’t give up, they have a really good chance to pull the trigger on a big old tom.

Bring it on!  Thanks once again to the United Wildlife Cooperative organization  and R&K Hunting Company for pulling this off for these lucky kids.

I’ll have more about this weekend up when we get back and I’ll bet I will post something more about this on here in the morning.  Excited?  Who’s Excited?  ME!

Bears Butt

May 10, 2012

Written on May 10th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

May 10….Turkey hunting this morning with the Weasel…will we bag a gobbler?  I’d like to think we will.  I have learned one thing this year about wild turkeys and that is, if you aren’t out in the woods you won’t see one.  I just love getting out early in the morning and hearing all the sounds of the forest just waking up.

It’s dead silent as you walk in and get settled into your ambush spot.  And then little by little the birds and other critters begin to stir.  First the song birds with their soft chirps and then the robins with a bit more robust song begin to sound off.  An occasional distant crow, a male pheasant and suddenly the bird of choice gobbles in the far off distance!

You know you are set up in the right place at the right time.  Decoys in the open for him to see when he finally gets his eyes open.  The fly down sound of huge wings beating against the oak tree branches as he clears the tree and sails in your direction.

That is turkey hunting in the early morning.

Wish us luck!

Bears Butt

May 10, 2012

Post Hunt report:

We ended our hunt at 11 p.m., back at the truck.  We had a wonderful morning of listening to the gobbling going on in the forest.  What a great thing to hear.  No fly down near us and so we did not get to hear that part of the fun.  Later we met back up and were deciding whether to attack gobbler one or gobbler two.  Gobbler two sounded off and we got a visual on him and 4 hens.  Our plan was made and we hustled to a set up spot.

Quietly we slipped in and set up the two decoys.  The Weasel settled in about 20 yards from the decoys and I went out about 100 yards to begin calling.  No response to the calling, but we felt good that the birds were still in the area.

I made a slow stalk around the setup, calling softly every 50 yards or so.  I expected to see or hear the gobbler, but nothing came of it.  Back with the Weasel, we ate a piece of jerky and suddenly right in front of us were two hens getting a drink from a small spring.  They were visible through the brush as they bobbed and traded places.  Then as quickly as they appeared, they were gone.

We hung out for another hour with no more sightings and we called it a day.  A beautiful day it was, seven turkeys seen.  How could it get better without bagging one?

Driving up the road, eating a sandwich and drinking a coke, I looked to my left and there were two turkeys….A red headed tom and a white headed hen!  Skidddddddd to a stop and bailed out.  We grabbed our guns and shells and loaded on the run but never saw the tom again.  We did see the hen sneaking away.

Nine birds total for the day!  Two toms!

Bears Butt

Written on May 10th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

Heading out in the morning at 4 a.m. to try and bag a turkey.  Me and the Weasel will be putting our wit against the character of the wild bird.  We can do it.

We have a bird that is serious about finding love and we will “pretend” to be his lover.  All stops are off and that bad boy is in trouble.

Yelp, Yelp, Yelp!  Gobble, Gobble, Gobble…………BANG!

Hopefully pictures will be available when this all comes to be.

Bears Butt

May 9, 2012

Written on May 9th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

For the past several years I have noticed what appears to be a trend and it is getting more and more prevalent all the time.  Notice the socks people are wearing.  All striped in different colors, mostly around the leg rather than up and down.  They are kind of cool.  Not that I would wear them unless they were worn totally hidden from view.

A couple of months ago I attended a new products show in SLC  and I noticed many vendors selling those type of socks.  So it just reaffirmed my suspicions from several years back when I first noticed them.

Well, today is National Lost Sock Memorial Day!  Happy Lost Sock to you my friend!  My drawer has a couple of single socks in it and I keep hoping the other one will pop out of the dryer.  One has been a lonely sock for over a year now, poor thing, it just lays there in the same spot, patiently waiting for the dryer to give up the mate.  Sorry buddy, it ain’t gonna happen.

But, why have I not tossed it away?  There must be a reason, but I have not thought of it yet.  UNLESS, we celebrate National Lost Sock Day, by wearing the miss matched single socks we have in our drawers!  YES!  That is the answer!  Who cares if one sock is black and the other is brown?  NO BODY!  That’s who.  Actually, if you think about it, (my wife does all the laundry at my house, because of my wanting to be helpful when we were first married and all our underwear came out with a pinkish tint) it would save considerable time not having to sort and fold the socks, just toss them into the drawer!  You would even be able to grab your socks without turning on a light and waking your better half while getting dressed in the morning!

Better yet, if we all purchased those striped kind it would be very fashionable if you did have un matched pairs on.  I really like the idea.

So, I’m going to change my socks right now and put those “almost new” pair of miss-matched socks on to celebrate today’s national holiday.  Happy holiday to you all!

Bears Butt

May 9, 2012

Written on May 9th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

It appears that the Weasel and I are about to embark on another wild turkey hunt.  The fever has set in hard on these two men.  The Weasel has a tag in his pocket and a long week ahead waiting for his son’s coveted guided dream turkey hunt.  His blood is boiling with excitement and the only way to rid himself of the fever is to go out and hike up and down a bunch of 50 degree sloped mountains in the hot sun of mid day.

Today will fill his dream.  But will it fill his tag?  Only time will tell.  Having become a seasoned turkey hunter myself, I will put myself in the position as his “guide” and try my best to get him on a turkey.

After last weekend, I have learned a whole lot about turkey hunting.  You see, I am an observant man.  I have seen what it takes to be a guide.  I have learned from the best.  I watched 5 different guides and saw 6 different techniques played out.  One was like that of a mule.  Slow, quiet and deliberate.  One was like that of a gazelle, quick of feet and get it done attitude.  Another was like a patient mountain lion.  Observant of the surroundings and deliberate about his plan.  And still a fourth perhaps not so knowledgeable about the hunted beast, but learning as he went, with a positive attitude to learn to out think his prey.  And the last was a combination of the others.  Slow and quiet, quick when needed, patient and deliberate.

Which will I become?  It will probably be determined by the time of day.  Early means slow and patient, we have all day you know.  Why hurry?  Mid day means, we do have a goal and we must get that accomplished before it gets too late.  Late Afternoon is “Let’s go!  Time is awastin”!

I have also learned the fine art of calling.  Yelps, clucks, cuts, purrs and gobbles.  Are there more?  I have heard the put-putt-puttt-putttt of a gobbler as it relaxed from its full strut and drumming.  I have become a cunning predator…look out mr gobbler….you are about to meet the new Bears Butt!  No more mr nice guy here!

Later with pictures, I hope!

Bears Butt

May 8, 2012

Later on:  Sorry no pictures.  We had a nice hike in the woods.  A beautiful day but no turkeys.  I think I did everything right, but not a gobble nor a sighting.  Can you say “That’s Hunting?”  Maybe next time!

Bears Butt

later May 8, 2012

Written on May 8th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

I can not help myself.  This is a video I took while my partner took a short nap.

 

SecondNightVideo

I hate it when I sleep through the best parts!

Bears Butt

May 7, 2012

Written on May 7th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

I have been anticipating this story for quite some time and now it can be told to you.  I have just gotten back from one of the most memorable hunting experiences of my life.  You have heard and read about the United Wildlife Cooperative organization (www.unitedwildlifecooperative.org), I have mentioned it here before.  Well this past weekend, I spent with the guys from that organization and what a wonderful group of people they are.  I encourage each and every one who reads this to join that organization, it’s FREE, and if you are an outdoors enthusiast at all, this is THE group to join.  You will see as this story unfolds.

After getting the invite to attend and help wherever I could, the youth turkey hunt,  sponsored by the UWC and R and K Hunting Company.  I could see by the number of volunteers for this event that they could probably use another hand.  After all, more hands make lighter work.  I decided to ask Wapiti Dung if he would like to join me, if the UWC would agree.  Well, he did and they did and so off we went to the “party”.

Friday at 9 a.m. found us parked in the designated area of the camp.  A wonderful little place just on the outskirts of Peterson, Utah.  A place made from one mans dream and created for his family and friends to enjoy.  But it has become more than that.  It has become a very special place to many people and I believe this past weekend many more “friends” have found it to be included in their lives as well.  A place called the Whitear Recreation Center.

The Whitear family came into the area way back when (I could tell you but then it wouldn’t be a secret), became the owners of the land and as time went on, the family grew and grew and the Patriarch of the family decided it was time to take some of the farm land out of production and build this beautiful place.  I thank him dearly!

From the early days to the present and I think this marquee says it all.

As I toured Wapiti around the establishment, I could not help but notice the dedicatory prayer which was typed and framed on the wall of the building. 

While reading it I got a very warm and comfortable feeling about the entire place and the Whitear family.  But the one line of the prayer that really stood out for me read:

“We dedicate our lives and this building to Thee to be used in the service of one another”.

Later in the day we had the pleasure of meeting the man who made it all come to be,  Mr. Donald Whitear.    An aging man with the spirit of a much younger man, full of  p & v (if you know what I mean), a great spirit and humor galore.  It was a great experience meeting him.

As the day progressed, more and more people began to show up for this youth hunting camp and weekend event.  A lot of work had to be done and in rather short order as well.  And as we all know, people have interruptions and delays and such that cause things to not go quite as expected.  But it did get done and we did get on with the “show”.

Four kids were chosen to be at the event this weekend and when the powers of the UWC organization arrived, we found out one of the kids could not make it and had to cancel out.  That was sad to me.  But it made for an opportunity for another young person to come and play and it did not take long to find that person and get them on their way to the camp!

The UWC have lots of rules, and for this camp “safety” was pretty much number one.  Number two was to have “fun”!  So there was a meeting to explain the rules and to teach the youngsters a thing or two about turkeys and hunting them.

The kids were asked a lot of questions about turkeys, gun safety etc. and I must say, they responded with the right answers for the safety questions and had some interesting answers for the turkey questions.  Did YOU know the flap of what appears to be skin that hangs off the turkeys beak is called the “snood”?  Me either.

Next came the patterning of the shotguns the kids were to use.  Not only was it important to see how the shotgun patterns, but also to observe how the kids handled the shotguns and how safe they were with them.  All of the kids did an outstanding job in that category.

Well, the kids were ready to go.  And so they were next instructed on the guides that would accompany them and their guardian and to get themselves ready for the evening hunt.  They were quite excited at this time and quickly readied themselves for the hunt.

As for me and Wapiti, we had “jobs” to do.  And since our “boss” had not shown up yet, we took the opportunity to become “spotters”.  We had no idea what that entailed and so we winged it.  One of the guides offered us his pickup to drive to a vantage point and observe turkeys, if there were any turkeys around.  What we did not know was that if we saw turkeys we were to radio out our findings and the hunters would come “flocking” to the scene.  So as we proceeded to see turkeys, we enjoyed the view, thinking that when we got back at camp, we would tell them all about how many we saw.  I guess the important part was left out of our de-briefing.

Fortunately, one of the guides from the R&K Hunting company, was looking down into the same valley as we were, from a different angle.  He observed some of the same turkeys we were looking at and also, he saw two strangers about to cross onto his private property.  So he quickly dashed to capture these two strangers up and have them escorted off the property.  As he was quickly approaching me from behind, he realized I was “one of his own”.  He smiled and told me of his intent to punish me and have me thrown off the land.  He was a bit embarrassed, but quickly recovered.  He said he had radioed one of the guides and the hunter would be there soon.  NOW I get it.  When a spotter spots a gobbler, he radios out that he has one spotted and any hunter who wishes to try his luck at getting a shot at it is welcome to come and try.  That makes more sense than telling the group back at camp.  After all, the gobbler could be in the next county by tomorrow morning.

This is one of the views we had as “spotters”.

I loved being a spotter.  The guide and his young hunter soon arrived and took up a vantage point in which to “hopefully” bag this bad boy gobbler.  They snuck in quite well, set up and waited patiently.  This was the scene as it unfolded.

FirstNightVideo

The “kid” happened to be a young lady in this video.  She was so very excited to be so close to a live gobbler and was unfamiliar with the shotgun.  It had what is called a double pull trigger and she was thinking the gun wasn’t firing the shell and was too hard to pull the trigger to get the gun to go off.  Anyway, it was a complete miss and so she was able to continue to hunt the next day.  You can go on the UWC website, www.unitedwildlifecooperative.org and see the bird she finally did take.

What a blast Wapiti and I had.  Where else could you go and have the best of company around you, good food and smiles everywhere?  Everyone was helping out in any way they could to make these young people and their parent or guardian feel welcome and a part of it all.  Wapiti and I were to help out with the kitchen duties and cooking in general.  I think we did a pretty good job even though we tried to get fired, they didn’t fire us.  In fact they invited us back for the next weekend!  WOOPPPEEEE!!!!  This is the chef, Dan, and we all know Wapiti.

And to keep us all in order, they called in a woman to make sure everything went well.  I introduce Alisa.

And because this was all about the kids and them having a wonderful time, I think these pictures tell the story all by themselves.

Could it get any better?

Only if it was MY kid in the picture.  Remember this for next year when the UWC offers up a chance at a guided turkey hunt for a young hunter.  Join the UWC and help make a difference in our Utah hunting opportunities.  These guys and gals are really a boost we need here in this state.  Their cause should be your cause in assisting to help our wildlife, be it fish and or big game, prosper.

I can hardly wait until this coming weekend to do this all again!  Watch for the next posting probably on May 14th.

Until then!

Bears Butt

May 7, 2012

Written on May 7th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

I suppose it was just a dream, but it sure seemed real.  I awoke around 2 a.m. with a desire to jump out of bed and make sure that my leathers and such were packed in the coach for the weekend event about to unfold.  My dream also showed the presence of “Sir Butt” and so I must assure his clothing is in the camp as well.  Who knows what might come to be.

I can tell you this old man is one excited dude.  It’s a feeling like I used to get when Utah had an opening season on fishing.  Can’t hardly sleep the night before in anticipation of dad waking us up at 4 a.m. to head for the hills.

More to be posted in a few days.

Bears Butt

May 4, 2012

Written on May 4th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories

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