By: Bears Butt

Archer

The other day I asked why an arrow being shown in a slow motion video did a snake like maneuver as left the bow and traveled down range, Night Hawk coined it as “Archers Paradox”….HMMMM I said to myself not knowing what the heck he was talking about.  So I went looking for the answer and found this video I think sheds a whole lot of light on not only Archers Paradox, but also a few other things that deals with shooting an arrow out of a bow.  I didn’t know any of this until I saw this video.  The guy that did this video is obviously a very knowledgeable person when it comes to the science of shooting a bow and arrow and in this video he does a great job at explaining what is going on.  I am impressed!

Bears Butt
June 11, 2014

Written on June 11th, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

My buddy Muskrat tried to get me to go to the VA hospital over two years ago and get screened at the Agent Orange clinic.  I put it off even though I filled out the paperwork and sent it in.  I had an excuse every time they contacted me about it.  Well, today I’m headed down there for my check up.

Blood work, X ray, and EKG and then a physical.  NO cost to veterans.

Hey!  If you set foot on Vietnam or Korea in the 1960-1970’s, do yourself a favor and contact the VA and get yourself on the list of Agent Orange list.  Agent Orange was the chemical that was used to defoliate the trees and brush in Vietnam and it has been proven to cause a ton of illnesses including cancer to those exposed to it.  Whether you think you were exposed or not, if you touched one toe on either of these countries, or if you were responsible for loading or unloading barrels of it on/off an aircraft,  you are entitled to a free exam and should you come down with one of the diseases associated with it the VA will treat you for free as well.

Muskrat was one of the victims of this chemical and look where he is now (see Willow Creek Free Trappers who have gone on ahead category).

I thank Muskrat for pushing me in this direction and I encourage you to do the same.  The hardest part for me is the drive into Salt Lake City…I hate that drive…an hour of pure hell!

Bears Butt

June 11, 2014

Written on June 11th, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

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This was the scene this morning down on the farm.  The Beaver had rebuilt his rebuilt, rebuilt, rebuilt, rebuilt dam once again.  It is obvious by the size (only 1/3 the height of pipe) and would be back to finish the job tonight.  However, I dismantled this bad boy and got the water level down to a manageable stream again.

I made two more calls to the DWR and finally got hold of the person I needed to for a permit to trap him!  He’s MINE!

I’ll try it for a couple of days and if I don’t have success, I’ll turn the job over to Bones.  She has a trap that catches beavers overnight.

Wish me luck!  Remember the beavers of the past have all kicked my butt!

Bears Butt

June 9, 2014

Written on June 9th, 2014 , Daily Trapping Events
By: Bears Butt

Last evening I went with Weasel down to check on the Beaver issue, and to shoot his newly acquired bow.  For one who has not shot a bow in over  a million years, I think I did quite well.  Actually, the way we used to do it back in the day, was to cut a stout stick, string a good cat gut sinew to it from end to end, cut some other hardwood type wood sticks and sharpen one end and go hunting.  As time progressed through my childhood, we actually cut a small notch in the unsharpened end to accommodate the cat gut, that helped keep the cat gut pretty close to the exact center of the back of the sharpened stick.

I could usually hit what I was aiming at from about say…10 feet….pretty good for a boy my size.  The actual penetration into the “thing” I hit was all according to sharpness of the stick I used to shoot.  Have I ever told you about my left hand thumb?

So, down to the field last night, Weasel offered up a chance to shoot six of his highly prizes arrows at a target some 20 yards away.  20 yards is a considerable distance for a man of my size and age, but I took him up on it and didn’t lose any of his arrows.  He even gave me a second chance to “hit the bulls eye”.  You know me and bulls and so I don’t usually hit them in the eye anyway.

The thing that was amazing about last evenings experience was the mosquitoes!

They were everywhere and hovering in line…much like going to Smith and Edwards!!!  There they were perched on wing, high above us and as we brushed away the ones on our arms, necks, faces and hands, the next swarm would drop in for a good taste of warm blood.  It was brutal!  But we made it through.  This morning I drank an extra glass of orange juice to help build up my blood and right now I feel pretty dang good.  So good in fact I want to share this little thing I found on the internet with you:

Withoutusing violence

Bears Butt

June 7, 2014

 

Written on June 7th, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

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I was reading a duck hunting story in a Ducks Unlimited magazine and in it the author talked about getting into the duck blind early and also staying late, both meaning before and after legal shooting hours.  All of us duck hunters have experienced the flights of birds before and after legal shooting times.  There is a magic moment in the waterfowl world where they all seem to want to take flight and all we, as hunters can do, is watch them.  Thousands upon thousands of the birds we have chased all day long are now flying in and landing all around us.  Quacking and making splashing noises as they hurriedly catch up on their feasting.  It’s actually pretty cool to see it.  In the early morning twighlight hours as we are setting out our decoys, the birds are in flight to go back to their resting ponds after being out all night.  That too is a great sight to see, but it leaves you feeling a bit empty knowing they are going to the resting area and most of them won’t be coming out any time soon.

Anyway, in this story I was reading the author mentioned “Perkinje Effect”…..What the heck is that?

Well I looked it up and in my own way of telling you (without all the scientific stuff) it goes something like this:

A young man named Perkinje, somewhere in Europe, observed that his favorite flower, the Geranium, had a vivid red batch of flowers on the stems and the leaves were dark and contrasty blue/green.  He loved these flowers, but his observation was this:  As the light of the day began to darken after the sun went down, the red flower took on a different appearance.  Now make a note, he probably wasn’t the first one to ever see something change like that, I highly doubt he was, but he was the first to write down what his observance was….the vivid red began to take on a dark shade of well, black and at the same time, the blue/green leaves began to take on a shade of well, whitish.

As time went on, his curiosity continued forcing him to study light and the eyes and how light effects the eyes and how things are seen.  So, when we are out hunting and it begins to get dark around us, we have seen how the bushes and trees lose any color and just turn dark, so that all the leaves on the bushes and trees become the same dull shade with little or no 3 d effect to them.  We also have noted that the animals begin to show up in abundance as well.  Are they showing up at this time of day because they know they have the upper hand on the ability to see after dark…I think so.   Especially those with big claws and teeth.

Well, Perkinje wrote down what he saw and theorized what was happening in 1819 and since then there have been a lot of studies done on this.  The real “what happens” has changed some since his writing, but it still carries his name.  Our eyes have cones and rods in them and it’s the cones that can tell the difference between the colors, while the rods can only see light and dark.  In the twilight hours our eyes switch over from the color vision of the cones, to the light vision of the rods.  It’s a slow process marked by the visible light around us at the time.  The next time you are out camping, get away from any un-natural light source and sit and observe how the colors disappear and turns into a dark something.  Try not to worry too much about the sound behind you, it is probably only a large grizzly bear, and if you don’t move, he might just perceive you as another bush in the woods.  After all, he don’t got no cones to work with.

Bears Butt

June 6, 2014

Written on June 6th, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Mr. Beaver is once again attacking us in the field!  Yesterday I removed his dam from in front of the creek pipe.  The water was just about to go over the top of the roadway and had backed up nearly to the narrows of the pasture.  Today, Bob went down and removed the dam again.  This time it was to the top of the pipe, had water going across the road and water was backed up clear to the creek bridge!  This bad boy has to go and go soon!  Grab your shotguns boys and girls!  $20 bounty!

 

Written on June 4th, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

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Winemaker found and then made this recipe for our supper last night.  I’m all about good food and she does a very good job at mixing things up.  I could eat burgers, venison, elk, beef, chicken and fish pretty much all the time, but she has to have different stuff from time to time.  This Mushroom Asparagus Quiche had been on her mind for a few days and when we dove into it last night I could hardly come up for air!  It was delicious!  I told her I had to have a copy to put on Bears Butt Dot Com!  So here it is.  All rights go to “Taste of Home”…..

Bears Butt

June 4, 2014

Written on June 4th, 2014 , Recipes
By: Bears Butt

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Winemaker and I are venturing out on this fine Saturday morning to do something we have never done before….hitting the yard sales!  We don’t need anything and it’s just a curiosity thing for us…to see how others do theirs.  We have had several yard sales in the past and even last year we convinced the neighborhood into having a block sale.  It was fun and most of the families got rid of some unwanted stuff.  It’s funny what we save and I’m probably the worst….It’s Good Junk and if I throw it away, I’ll be going out and buying another soon…..Ever hear that?

If nothing else it puts the two of us together doing something we both like and that is meeting people and B.S.’n…..we don’t have any definite plans nor specific sights to hit, it will be a drive down the highway looking for the telltale signs of a yard/garage sale.  Stop and Gawk!  Who knows maybe we will run into that “once in a lifetime” box of highly valuable stuff…this totally reminds me of “Gattlin”!  “Got anything in the line of sporting goods”?  That’s his main line and it puts him onto some super deals on guns and gear!  Sometimes he makes such a good deal on a fancy rifle that I have a tough time knowing how he even sleeps at night.

So, wish us luck!  We’re Outa Here!

Bears Butt

May 31, 2014

UPDATE:

That was fun!  We hit about 10 yard sales and it was interesting to us to see so many clothes at them…everyone of them.  We couldn’t do without a coffee table for Winemakers area down stairs and how could I pass up 5 drill bits for 50Cents!  I never got around to asking about “sporting goods”, but we did see some fishing tackle and a lot of power tools.  Tons of glassware and dishes also.  A wonderful day with a great thing to do.  I’m not sure we will ever do it again, as she works on most Saturdays, but today’s adventure was a fun one.

 

Bears Butt

Written on May 31st, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Into precision shooting? Check this out!

Written on May 30th, 2014 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

WildTurkey

May 30…..Time sure passes quickly.  Tomorrow is the official end of the Utah turkey hunt for 2014, but unofficially today is my last day I can go and try to fill my tag.  Weather for today is calling for a high of 84 degrees!  Wow that is warm.  Who would have thought?  We started this season sitting on the hill with snow blowing in our faces and now it’s going to be 84!  We have gone from Spring to Summer and just in the time it took for the turkey season to begin and end.  It’s all good.  We have also gone from hunting one particular hill and brush blinds, to a completely different valley and hunting out of a purchased blind, again it’s all good.  If the birds don’t care, why should we?

We have learned some valuable lessons this season and probably the most important one is calling technique.  A purring hen can only be heard by the human ear if you are within 15 yards and I have heard it with my near deaf ears.  I’ve also heard the raucous noise of two fighting gobblers from 10 feet away.  I almost think the bird Weasel took a couple of days ago was the one that got beat up that day.  They have no mercy on each other.

This morning will find Weasel and I sitting on what we hope is the X once again.  But just like all our mornings, the birds have to be there and cooperating or else it will be just another day where we get to witness the coming of the morning sun and the awakening of the woods.  Nothing is wrong with the latter, but it would be nice to get a chance at a bird.  We have said all along, you don’t get to fill your tag by sitting (laying) on the couch.  It’s 3:09 a.m. right now and time for a morning cup of Joe.

Thinking back about this turkey season, we have seen coyotes, foxes, chipmunks, mice, hundreds of turkeys, geese, ducks, grouse, pheasants, sand hill cranes, squirrels, deer, cows and probably millions of other birds.  We had two or three little bluish/grey ones fighting within a couple feet of us one morning.  Nature is fun, but like I said, you don’t see it by not being out in it.  There really isn’t anything better than watching and listening to the world wake up at first light, from the first start of a diesel engine far off in the distance to the waking call of a Robin followed by another far off Sandhill Crane.  The cool, sometimes very cold, morning breeze and when things are right, the first gobble of a big old bird up in the tree.  There is a lot to be said about turkey hunting and for sure, this old boy is hooked on it.  I have to thank the Utah Division of Wildlife Resources for putting these birds out and getting the flocks to survive like they have.  They say it’s one of the best and most successful programs they have done and I believe it.  Their map of established flocks shows turkeys available for anyone in the state to take advantage of them.

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They have a lot of people NOT HAPPY about these birds as well and perhaps that is why they are talking about a season for them this Fall.  Turkeys can be a pain in the butt if they get together in a residential area.  They are a big bird, with lots of bad habits….well, not bad habits really, they are just doing what turkeys do best….scratch and eat.  Scratching can lead to the paint on your vehicle from looking its best and eating can devastate your veggie garden and lets not talk about the stuff you track into your house after being outside.

This morning I’m going out and try to make sure one more turkey can’t get up on someones brand new Silverado!  Wish me luck!

Bears Butt

May 30, 2014

UPDATE:

Weasel and I arrived in perfect time to set up his blind at our favorite little meadow.  Most if not all of the birds were still sound asleep.  Once in the blind however, we started hearing the sounds of the robins and then the crows.  A wonderful morning to be out in the woods.  Little or no wind, no chance of rain, a bit on the warm side.  And best of all, there were gobblers in the area.

The first birds to sound off were quite a distance below us, almost out of hearing range, but they were there, at least two distinctly different sounding birds.  The rest of the gobblers were sounding off up hill from us, farther West than where we usually find them perched.  When it was light enough for them to come down, they dropped silently and then quit gobbling all together.  Our hopes of having them fly down to our location was dashed.  Our only hope at that point was that they would feed into our meadow, so we kept a close eye out for any movement in the grass.

Weasel spotted three gobblers walking a trail up on the side of an open hill some 400 or more yards from us.  They gobbled a time or two before disappearing around the curving landscape.  15 minutes later they were an additional 300 yards up the hill from where we last saw them.  For sure not coming our way…bummer.  All was quiet as far as gobblers and their noises were concerned and so Weasel decided to give his hen yelp call a try…why not?  Nothing else is happening and it just might get something going.  About the time he got the call out, 4 birds came into view on the hill opposite from where we saw the 3 gobblers earlier and they were coming down in our direction.  Weasel gave out a hen yelp and we could hear them yelping back.  A quick look with the binocs showed all 4 birds were gobblers.  With the call back in his hands one of the birds lifted off and came sailing down in our direction.  I readied the shotgun for the action I knew was about to unfold before us.  But instead of the bird coming down and landing in front of the blind, it landed right behind us, maybe 10 yards.  When it hit the ground it went into super defense mode and began putting like a crazy bird and walking away from us down the hill behind us.

What caused him to putt is beyond us, he could not have possibly seen us inside the blind.  And for the life of us we have to question why it didn’t land right on the X in front of us to check out the decoys.  As it putted away, the other 3 on the hill looked down and I just knew they would fly down as well.  I was ready!  But instead of flying down they began to walk down the hill parallel to the tree line and disappeared into the trees lower down on the hill.  The terrain in that part of the hunting area contains a deep gully and we didn’t think they would cross it up high where we knew they were going to go.  Down near us the gully flattens out and would make them about 40 yards from us when they showed their beady eyes and red heads.  We waited patiently for the view of them coming through the grass….after a long time, we decided they weren’t going to come down that way.

Weasel got out his call and gave a single hen yelp string and was immediately answered by a gobbler in the trees West of us and probably 100 yards up hill.  My hopes were reignited and I was ready for action.  After what seemed like an eternity and no sight of a gobbler coming into our meadow, my legs, knees and feet began to ache very badly from kneeling there without blood for such a long time.  I had to move or begin to cry.  Inside the blind we could get away with moving some and when the blood started to flow, I almost began to cry from the rush of it going down into my feet.

We stayed on our spot for another 15 or so minutes and then I decided my season had run its course…..It’s time to go!

Well, another fine morning and we did see 8 different birds, all of which were gobblers and one of them was less than 10 yards from us!  When we were in the truck and heading up the road to go home, I did spot another turkey down in the trees, but at soon as the truck stopped it took off running the other direction.  I didn’t get a good enough view to know if it was a tom or a hen, but my bet is on a tom.  Heck yes I would have shot at him had he given me the time to get my shells out and loaded (about 2 minutes by my estimation)…so a total of 9 birds today.  When you think about how big (small) the area is that we are hunting in, that is quite a few birds and to all be toms….Next year we are going to have a ton of turkeys to play with!

A great year and I’m very glad Weasel got to tag one of them!

In our case…Turkeys 12, Hunters 1…..

Bears Butt

May 30, 2014

Written on May 30th, 2014 , Hunting Stories

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