By: Bears Butt

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The week long projected weather forecast is calling for highs in the mid to upper 60’s and little to no chance for rain!  WOOOPPPEEEEEE!!!!  A perfect temperature for a youth turkey hunt weekend!

Yesterday I took a look at Google Maps of the area where this hunt is going to take place and I noticed a couple of small ponds that I did not know were there last year.  Of course last year was our first time hunting this area and what we did see was all new to us.  However, these two newly discovered ponds could just lead a young hunter onto a big old tom bird.  They are located just down a drainage that Wapiti and I saw a very nice tom strutting next to a large pond of water.  So that big boy and his hens were down in there before heading back up the drainage to their roost that evening.

I think that spot deserves a looking into as a spotter.

Today will be dedicated to getting my things in order and contacting some of the guys who have volunteered to help with the camp set up and take down.  A couple of them have not responded to my emails and so I’ll have to call them.  Not a problem as we have almost got everything in order for the camp.  A couple more cooking stations and coolers seems to be about all there is left to have promised.

Bears Butt

April 21, 2013

Written on April 21st, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

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Things are starting to come together quickly for the youth turkey hunt.  Still a lot of gathering of items needed at the camp, but with the crew available, we will giterdun!

12 extremely excited kids are out there all pumped up and ready for their chance at a dream hunt of a lifetime and it’s up to us to provide as much comfort and pleasure that we can in it for them.  The camp itself is filling out to be a great environment for this hunt.  The food plans are laid out for a super two weekends of great eating.  The guides are going over and over their respective roles and you know dang well the kids and their fathers are practicing with the shotguns and gathering their gear up as I am typing.

As the weekend draws to an end tomorrow evening, the kids and their fathers should have all the shotguns patterned and the kids will have been shown a hundred videos of how turkey hunting is done.  What they don’t know yet is how the guides for this hunt are going to go about getting them close enough for that shot.  Every hunt is different and every situation has a million outcomes that can come from it.  We saw that last year.

As for me, to say I’m excited is an understatement.  I wish I could take my sleeping bag and pillow down to the Weasels and put it in the trailer and get the rest of my gear down there as well.  I have pulled the turkey decoys out of their hiding places twice already today alone!  I’ve looked over my calls and even made some hen turkey noises on them just to make sure they still work…and I’m not even a guide!  I have camp duties!

Firewood, camp stoves, propane, BBQ grills, water, coolers, tents and cots, tables, garbage cans and liners and EZ-Ups….that’s MY job!  Why am I worried about turkey decoys and calls for?

This is going to be one very long week.

Bears Butt

April 20, 2013

Written on April 20th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

At this moment I’m not sure where I can see a list of the lucky youth turkey hunters, but I did get to talk to one of the mom’s of one of the lucky kids yesterday.  She works for Smith and Edwards in Farr West, Utah and she was so happy to share the news with me when I went in there to do some shopping.  She had heard from another employee how I was helping with this hunt last year and so when she saw me she was really anxious to let me know.

The excitement in her voice and actions really tells me this is a BIG DEAL, not only for the young hunters but for the parents as well.  I have not met her husband yet, but I well be next weekend for sure.  I have known the young mans Grandfather for nearly 40 years…I guess when you get to be nearly as old as dirt, you get to know others who are farting dust as well.

This morning “the mom” posted up a picture of the reaction of the young man when he read the email saying he had been picked as one of the lucky winners of this years United Wildlife Cooperative Organizations winners:

BraydonBrailsfordExcited

Does it get any better than that?

Talking with this young mans mother yesterday, she said he was with his father and they bagged a turkey last year.  She also said he is a very good shotgun shooter, picking off clay pigeons better than she could.  I think the birds are in for a rough time this year!

How can anyone turn down helping with a youth hunting camp when there are kids out there that get this excited?  You just can’t and I’m sure glad to be a part of it again this year!

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Bears Butt

April 17, 2013

Written on April 17th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

So, let’s not relax just yet.  The trapping season is coming to a close, but that does not mean things are going into a depression…quite the contrary.  I was able to finish up what I could with the base boards on the new tile…double coat of paint and the caulking all done…there is still more to do, but the tile guy needs to come and finish with his part.  In the background another crew is getting prepared to attack the house and lay down some carpet…that is to happen tomorrow…my job now shifts to clearing the way for them to do their job….up against the blue wall everyone!  Stand back!

But WHOAAAA!  There are some lucky kids that need me to help them bag a wild turkey!  Well, I won’t be actually helping them bag the bird, but I will be doing some part to help them enjoy the hunt…and tonight Weasel and I will be attending a meeting to discuss whatever it is we need to discuss with the guys in charge of the event…the United Wildlife Cooperative….If YOU have not joined this group of dedicated people yet…YOU NEED TO!  Just go on their web site and sign up!  It’s easy, painless and free….what more could you want.  Oh, and make a donation to their cause, it won’t be wasted money, it goes toward doing something for our wildlife and our heritage as outdoors men and women.

http://unitedwildlifecooperative.org/

And you don’t have to live in Utah to join them!

I have made up a bunch of  “turkey dream catchers” that will be given to the kids who are lucky enough to be drawn for this event.

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That looks like enough to give one to everyone…but I’m sorry…There are only enough for the kids, their guardians and the guides…The rest of you will have to make your own.

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If there is anything that can catch a dream of bagging a big old tom turkey, these little bad boys should do it!

UWCDreamcatcher

Earlier I mentioned my next adventure…well this is it!  The 2013 Youth Turkey Hunt!  If it is anything like it was last year it will be a awesome event!

Bears Butt

April 2, 2013

Written on April 2nd, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

There may be some of you readers who don’t know what is meant by some of my terminology when it comes to trapping.  And so I decided I needed to give a little “Trapping 101” lesson on here.  Don’t think that I know everything about trapping because I don’t.  But I will share my knowledge with you just in case you are just starting out and want to sound like you know what you are doing.

I mostly trap muskrats and the occasional smallish critter that gets caught by accident that might have a value to their fur, such as mink and weasels.  Those two critters require that the trapper have a license with the state in order to trap them and sell the hides.  I have that license in my pocket.  So, even though I am targeting muskrats, I do occasionally catch one or two of the other guys during the season.

Believe it or not, Every Predator in the world likes muskrats!  Every one!  With that being said, it’s amazing that the muskrat population ever gets very big.  Out here in Northern Utah, flying predators like hawks, owls, eagles, crows and to some extent magpies, are always flying and hovering over the swamps looking for something to eat and when a little old muskrat comes swimming along he becomes the target.  Much more for the predator to eat than a simple mouse.

Foxes, Coyotes, Racoons, Mink, Weasels, Badgers (to some degree) and even large fish like Muskellunge and Pike will eat a muskrat in a minute.  So how on earth do they survive enough for me to be able to catch a few hundred each year?

They get tricky.  I used to think of them as a very dumb animal but in the last seven years or so, I have gained a new respect for them and their survival instincts.  They can be seen traveling and swimming around during the day, but most of their activity takes place after dark.  They don’t especially like windy conditions either as they can not hear the wings of predators over head, or the crunching of snow or dry grass from the ground predators.  They tend to swim more under water and travel very quickly from one air hole to another.  They stay hidden under canopies of grass, toolies, under cut banks and bull rush reeds and they also have their burrows (homes) under ground or in huts built out of naturally found materials.  Muskrats are a root and plant eating animal for the most part and they dig in the muddy banks of streams and ponds “a whole lot”.  This digging on their part causes a whole heap of problems for the rancher or property owner if they are trying to improve a water way or direct the water to an irrigation system.  Trust me when I say Muskrats cause big time problems and their numbers must be controlled or you will lose a great deal of your property to their habits.

Ok, we have talked about muskrats in general and what they do and what other animals like to eat them.  What about what the fur is used for.  Back in the early days of the USA, game animal hides and furs were used as pants, shirts, shoes and coats to keep the cold from freezing you to death.  A thick old buffalo hide is very warm when draped over you and you are sitting near a nice warm fire at night.  A lighter weight Coyote fur jacket is nice when you need to travel and stay warm while you go and a good pair of beaver or muskrat gloves are nice to have when the snow is falling.

Today, most Americans don’t care much for fur garments.  There are even groups who really would like to see people like myself taken off the earth all together.  The thought of killing an innocent little old muskrat just causes them all sorts of mental anguish…I don’t care about them types either, so I guess the feelings are mutual.  But, people in Russia and Asian countries where the winters are so bitterly cold even the Cold gets Cold, they love the feel and warmth of a good fully primed fur coat, gloves, hats and scarfs.  That is where these little muskrat hides eventually end up.  I catch and process the fur to its dried and stretched state, a fur buyer comes to me and buys my furs, he ships them off to an auction house or fur processor over seas, they buy them from him and then they have the furs tanned and sent off to a garment manufacturing plant, where the tanned furs are made into the coats, hats, gloves and scarfs.  Then off the finished items go to the cold climate countries where the people buy them up to keep warm.

In a very simple explanation, Chinese and Greeks are the number one buyers of the dried and stretched hides and the Russians and Mongolians are the number one purchasers of the finished coats, hats, scarfs and gloves.

Enough said about that.

As for traps that we use to catch our muskrats.  I grew up using what is called a Conibear trap.  This trap was invented in the early 1950’s by a man named Frank Conibear and of course it was something very new to the trapping world.  It is a very quick trap that dispatches (kills) the animal about as fast as any trap can.  It sets in a square shape and catches the animal by the body rather than the foot.

This is an unset Conibear trap:

Conibear

There are larger versions of this trap that have a spring on both sides of the jaws.  You can see this trap has been used for a few seasons.  A trap like this would cost about $8 new and you can catch a heap of fur in one until it becomes un-fixable and you have to toss it away.  In today’s fur market one muskrat would pay for one trap.

How does a trap like this work?  When it’s set, like this one,

Set Conibear

It can be placed in front of a den opening (where legal…check with your state regulations) or in an under water run (remember the tricky ways muskrats get past a predator).  The muskrat comes swimming along and swims through the opening.  Their head pushes the hanging down (or up) wire trigger, which in turn pushed the “dog” (the thing holding the trap in it’s square shape) and allows the two jaws to close onto the animals body.  The force of the spring is what gives it its force and holding power.

Fired Conibear

Notice the stick is caught on two places.  It catches muskrats in the same way.  It sometimes breaks the animals back, chokes it with a neck catch or at the very least holds the animal under water until it dies by drowning.  Either way, you have yourself a very valuable pelt with little or no damage to the hide.

Another trap we use quite often is what is called a leg hold trap.  In its simplest form a leg hold trap does just that, catches the animal by a leg, front or rear depending on how you set the trap and holds it until you come along and dispatch it and take it out.  We always strive to kill the animal as quickly as possible when using any trap and so when we use a leg hold trap it is always best to place it near deeper water so that the animal will drown quickly.  Otherwise it will suffer until you come along the next day.

Another thing the trapper needs to know about a caught muskrat is that when they are caught in a leg hold trap, they try their very best to get away and often times they will chew their foot off in order to do that.  Every year we have a few rat feet in our traps even though we do everything we think possible to keep that from happening.  The rats don’t necessarily die from that and so we will catch 3 legged animals every year as well.  There are some traps designed to minimize a muskrat from chewing off it’s leg and those traps are called “Stop Loss” traps.  They have a spring activated wire guard that comes around and pushes the muskrat away from the actual jaws of the trap, keeping it from being able to reach its foot with its teeth.

Stop Loss Leg Hold

(Traps like these cost in the neighborhood of $12 to $16 each.  More complicated and more metal than the Conibear type).

The wire guard in this case is extending down below the trap jaws, that is because the spring is very strong.  When the trap is set, the guard lays under trap pan (trigger) and also under the “dog”, the trap jaw holder when set.

Stop Loss Set

This “set” stop loss trap will lay flat against the ground and the animal comes along and steps into it.  The pan (trigger) goes down, the dog pops up and out of the way as the jaws begin to close and the animal is caught by one (or sometimes more than one) foot.

Stop Loss Fired

Here you can see the stick being pushed away from the jaws by the guard.  With an animal caught in this trap, it will jump around and if you have set it in the right place, the animal will try and swim away with the trap fastened to its leg, the weight of the trap will pull it down under water and it will drown.

Not only being under water drowned, but also out of sight from over head predators trying to get an easy meal.  Nothing will bite into your fur price bigger than a big old hole in the animals hide.  One more reason for trapping instead of  shooting the animal.

There are instances too where we come across a deep run, an under water trail that the rats use often and we wish to catch as many rats in one night as we can.  A set like that calls for a “colony trap”.  This trap is a long wire box type trap with doors on both ends.  Traps like these can be made by yourself or bought for a variety of prices from under $10 to over $50.

Colony Trap

Notice the doors, one on each end, hinged at the top and sloping inward.

The rats will hit the door when they swim up against it, the door lifts open allowing the rat inside, but the door on the other end won’t let the rat out and it will drown.  You can catch multiple rats in colony traps in one night of trapping if the situation is right.

3 rats in one colony trap

Colony traps are called that for their possibility of  catching a colony (the whole family) of rats in one night.

And we use one more system of traps in our arsenal, the “float set”.  Float sets can be in most any configuration and made of almost anything that will float and be big enough to hold the size and weight of a muskrat.  One must keep in mind when using a float set, that other water animals will also use the float.  Animals like ducks and geese and we don’t want to be catching them.  When we do we hope they are still alive and we can let them go.

Brother Bob has made up some relatively light weight floats that I am going to try this season and have placed two of in my outfit for tomorrows first day.

Two Trap Float

It’s a little hard to see the traps on this float, but there are two stop loss leg hold traps, one on each end of this float.  The traps chains are attached to the float by a bent over nail or staple.  They will be set and placed one on each end and some bait, like chopped carrots between the two traps.  The float is anchored either by a stick through the hole you see in the center of the board, or wired to a stake or other item along the bank.

Floats are used where bank dens, runs etc are not available and you know there are rats swimming around in the lake or pond.  The rat swims up to the float and climbs up and out of the water.  Sees the bait and heads in that direction stepping right on the trap and getting caught.  Then it jumps off the float with the trap attached to its leg and drowns directly under the float.  It’s a great feeling for the trapper to approach the float and not see either trap on the wood.

I have seen floats made out of styrofoam, air filled plastic containers, wood and even an old life jacket.  Muskrats have a tough time swimming past something floating that is big enough for them to climb up on.

Floats can be as large as you want to carry and have as many traps on top as you like.  Just remember, the bigger it is and the more traps you have on it the heavier it is.

So there is a little lesson on the muskrat and how Bob and I like to catch them.  My plan is to make a short video this year while I’m out in the field to show you just how we set up these various traps and maybe even catch a rat or two.

Bears Butt

Feb. 18, 2013

 

Written on February 18th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

I have a couple of friends who suffer (or not) from this:

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You know who you are!

Bears Butt

Feb. 17, 2013

Written on February 17th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

My plans for the near future is to set some traps on Tuesday of next week.  Once trapping begins it is an all consuming project.  Bob and I need to catch as many rats as we can and with our season already cut by 2 weeks it’s going to be tough to catch 500 of them little buggers.  I have a pond that I trap to help a little old lady keep the dam in place from being washed out by their tunneling activities and that should be open.  I will know next Tuesday.  I can also do some reconnoitering of the rest of the trapping areas while I’m out that way.

Snow drifts and ice are our enemy right now.

And so, since things are on hold, I’m going to go out and try what will most likely be my last ice fishing trip of the 2012-2013 ice fishing season.  Meeting up with Shipley and heading off to Lost Creek (I hope we can find it ;-)).  Pictures and the rest of the story to follow….

Bears Butt

Feb. 16, 2013

The rest of the story:

I got my butt kicked by Shipley yesterday at Lost Creek.  He caught 10 fish and I had 3 bites.  I lost 4 quarters to him and would have lost more had he not been using his two pole permit and caught 6 of his 10 fish on the pole that was not designated as the quarter pole.

It was hard to believe that we had almost the exact same setups and fishing within 10 feet of each other and he got the bites and I went skunked.  That’s fishin!

I got home around 1:30 and ate some lunch.  The day was just too pretty to unload the rig and call it an ice fishing season, so I called up Barney and guess what….He and Parker were just about to embark on an ice fishing day at Mantua…I bugged them to let me join them and they accepted.  I hurried up there and found them on the ice.

The ice on Mantua is almost a foot thick and no slush, which was a pleasant surprise to me.  We drilled a few holes and I quickly got a nice little trout onto the ice.  I had several more bites but couldn’t connect.  My guess was they were blue gills or perch.  We moved to a new location and drilled more holes.

For some reason Barney and Parker could not buy a bite.  The action wasn’t what you would call fast as we sat many many minutes without a touch.  We switched our baits from one thing to another and finally when the word came out that we would leave at a certain time, I put on a meal worm.

Parker said he had never caught a fish on a meal worm and that they only sold them because people like him were gullible enough to buy them, and every year he buys a package and then cusses because he did it.  I reassured him that they worked and that I would catch a fish on my newly baited set up.  He smiled.

It wasn’t long before my rod tip started to dance and up came a nice fat Blue Gill…There you go Parker….Meal worms work!

And then the magic stuff started to be shared by myself to my two fishing partners.  You have to look at the top of the 5 gallon bucket and envision a compass with its 360 degrees marked off….North is pointing toward North on the bucket and my pole was setting about 276 degrees.  Barney moved his.  Parker reluctantly moved his as well.  With all of us setting in the same relative position the clock caught up with us and we had to go.  No more bites were had.

But I leave you with this fact…always pay attention to “exactly” what the “catcher person” is doing and replicate his moves, his pole position on the bucket and every thing else that person is doing….it’s the only way you will catch fish when they are the only ones that seem to be having any luck.  Shipley was holding something out from me this morning and I have yet to figure it out…Oh Heck…It was right there in front of my face and I didn’t see it.  We were facing each other!  I should have turned my back to him!  Dang!

Bears Butt

Feb. 17, 2013

Written on February 16th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

The results of yesterdays fishing tournament at Sulpher Creek was not quite what we had hoped.  We needed a fish that was 16 inches or longer in order for it to qualify for the contest.  Our hopes were very high as we arrived at the lake about 6 a.m.  We were the fourth ones to arrive at the parking lot and even the tourney hosts were not there yet.

It was cold, but not as bitterly cold as it has been at that lake in the past.  I’d guess it was somewhere around zero degrees.  Certainly cold enough to require hot hands warmers and an extra layer of clothing.

We were ready to go by the time the hosts got set up and we went in and made sure we were registered.  Then it was off to the secret spot that my friend Tim “WyoGoob” Gorman had told me about.  He had even drawn a map, but I was not able to find it…still can’t.  But my memory for things like “the hot spot for fishing” was pretty well on and we wandered in that direction.

The drifted snow on the lake made it look like a white sand desert as the moons glow sparkled off of it.  I was too cold to get the camera out from its warm environment as we proceeded and so you will just have to vision what we saw in your own mind.  It was pretty cool to look at.  We were trying to make out some features Goob had told me about that were on the shore, but we just were not so sure.  I decided we had to be pretty close to the secret spot and so we set up the tent and fired up the heater to wait out the tourney start time (7:30).

EarlyMorningShipley

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The power auger fired up on the first pull, which is always a relief, and we really needed it to drill holes as the ice was a full 20 inches thick!  Hand augering that thick of ice would have been a torturous task and would have taxed out rotator cuffs big time.

As light began to brighten up the surroundings I noticed a lone figure walking from the parking lot in our direction, but much closer to the shoreline than we were.  Our position was about 300 yards off shore and near an island that was protruding out of the ice.  In the darkened light, distance perspective is a hard one to judge.  The man walking did not look familiar from that distance, but he was wearing a back pack and carrying his hand auger, a picture I recall from the Strawberry on Ice party the weekend before…It had to be WyoGoob.  And so I walked in his direction to intercept him and let him know where we were located.

Sure enough it was Goob and he had his mind set to be right where he was, about 30 yards out from the shoreline.  Shipley and I would have to move to fish by him.  He left his things and walked with us out to our “camp”.  We had already drilled a bunch of holes and tested the depth with the fish finder.  There were fish under us and we wanted to catch them.  But Goob convinced us quickly that where he had left his things was “THE” place to catch a prize winning trout.  We moved!

By the time I got the last of the ice spikes removed from the ice, Goob had already drilled about 20 holes and had run the auger out of fuel.  He wanted to drill about 20 more but had to wait until I filled the auger up as he didn’t know where it was located in the sled.  All was good however and he was able to drill to his hearts content later.

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The contest had begun by the time I got over to where Goob and Shipley were and we began baiting up and dropping lines.  This contest had a rule that allowed you to use two poles if you wanted and up to three hooks on each of the lines.  I had rigged one of my poles up with three hooks and another with two hooks.  Two other poles were in standby mode with one hook on each of them.  For some reason whenever I use more than one hook, I get tangled up quite often.  And with three hooks I was expecting worse.  But my thoughts were that I could cover a larger column of water, at different depths and with different baits by using the three hook idea.  I put a bell shaped sinker on the bottom and the three hooks were suspended above that.  I lowered the line down until the sinker was just resting on the bottom.  That should produce a good trout quickly.  Or so I thought.

Shipley had his game face on and started having bites right away.  It took a bit to figure out how to hook the little buggers but soon my pocket was free of three of my quarters…we always bet quarters when we fish.  The three he caught were not big enough for the contest and so went back into the lake.

Goob and I were also having some biting action but just couldn’t seem to hook those little finned creatures.  It took us awhile but soon we had both caught one each and one of my quarters came back.  Then Shipley caught another and that quarter drifted back to him.  Then it was my turn again and the quarter came back to me.  This went on for a couple of hours.  Trading that one quarter back and forth.

Shipley has a tool called a “Jaw Jacker”, that automatically sets the hook when a fish bites and we were all excited to see if it actually worked.  It did!

ShipleyBIGFishAndJawJacker

He wanted to make sure I made that fish look like a big one and I have to say I did make it look a whole lot bigger…see….

ShipleyBIGFishAndJawJacker

That’s as big as I can make it Shipley!

We had a great time.  Tim “Goob” was a great host and even shared some of his Swan salami with us.  That was some yummy stuff.  I didn’t take any pictures of it, but trust me it was very good.  He had promised us some squirrel salami, but I guess he decided since we didn’t eat all the swan, he would save the squirrel for himself…just kiddin Goober.

TimGoobGorman

I learned quickly on my “tri-fecta” line that a fish can make a real mess out of it in a hurry.  I did catch three fish using that method, but each time I had to fix the tangle before I could use it again.  Finally on the third fish, I decided enough was enough.  Shipley took this picture and sent it to me.  I’ll be cutting this line to get the hooks back into the tackle box.

TangledTriFecta

The day was a beautiful one with bright sunshine and little or no breeze.  We started to take some of the clothing off around 10 a.m. and by noon it was really just a jacket kind of day.  Sunburns galore by those who were not prepared for it…me included.  And with fishing action coming and going as schools swam through, Shipley decided laying down on the ice was a good way to keep track of his two poles.

ShipleyResting

As is usual, when you are having a good time the end of the contest was fast approaching.  We had eaten our lunches and caught several small fish and were always hoping that the next bite would yield a large fish.  It didn’t happen to us however, BUT the rewards of quarters was outweighing the several hundred dollars we could have won in the contest.

My two poles suddenly became the focus of several fish bites in a row.  I would have to run to get to the pole at the far end, but I did it when it was getting bit.

ShipleyPictureOfMe

With a fish tugging on the other end, you have to be ready when you see the tip of the pole going down.  And the reward, if you do it all correctly is this:

ShipleyPictureOfMeAndFish

And the quarters kept rolling back to me.  When the contest was called over, I had regained the three quarters that I had originally given to Shipley and he had given me three of his own!  How about that for a fishing story?

Back at the parking lot everyone was gathering for the big fish measuring and awarding of the money promised for first/second and third places.  The biggest fish of the day was just over 22 inches,  second place was 21 and some change and the third place was right at 16 inches.  First place winner walked away with just over $800, second was around $525 and third netted $280 or so.  Remember fellas to claim those winning in your income tax reports!  HAHAHA!

As for me and my three quarters the IRS will never know.

I did get to see a good buddy from my old work place, Rick Strebel was on hand for the contest and somehow found me among the many contestants standing around.  Could it have been my fuzzy face or was it my outstanding height that he recognized?  Anyway it was good to see him again.

RickStreble

He is showing us the size of the largest fish he caught today, or was it the size of the bait he was using?  Boy my memory is going fast.  😉

I can’t post this story up without a hearty THANK YOU to the folks that pulled this event off.  The ring leader wasn’t available when the contest ended, but the second string was there and handed out some really nice raffle prizes.  Her name is Kim Barker!

KimBarker

Thanks Kim for allowing us to come up and play!  We had a great time and look forward to next year!

Bears Butt

Feb. 3, 2013

Written on February 3rd, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

On a recent extended hunting trip where two of us shared the camp trailer for the most part of the trip and more than three fourths of the time there were three men in the trailer, it got down right “homey”.  We really had a great time just being men and not caring about how we looked, acted or smelled.

Don’t get me wrong, we do care about all those things, but when you have been hunting for more than 5 days, those things tend to take a back seat to the quest to bag the quarry.  I did note however that as the hunt progressed the deer seen were a considerable farther distance away from us than they were the days before.  Some of the locals said it was because of the nice weather and that the migrating animals had moved back across the border…B.S.  I have the right answer.

Scientifically speaking when your nose quits smelling the odors around you they call that “Olfactory Fatigue”.

Stand and take the direct blast of a skunk at close range and you will experience exactly what that means.  At first you can’t stand the smell, you gag, choke, cough, spit and otherwise not like what has happened to you.  Your eyes will water beyond belief and you will no doubt think the next thing will be death.  I’ve been there.

But soon, you realize the smell just isn’t as bad as what you thought it was just a minute or two earlier.  Life begins to come back into your body and you decide you escaped death…wonderman!

Now walk over to the neighbors house and ask if you can come in and talk awhile.  As they open the door to let you in they will back off quickly and demand that you not step any closer and tell you things like “YOU STINK”!  And other nasty things that neighbors should not be sharing with you when you are standing so close.

Olfactory fatigue.  Here is Wikipedias definition:

Olfactory fatigue

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Olfactory fatigue, also known as odor fatigue or olfactory adaptation, is the temporary, normal inability to distinguish a particular odor after a prolonged exposure to that airborne compound.[1] For example, when entering a restaurant initially the odor of food is often perceived as being very strong, but after time the awareness of the odor normally fades to the point where the smell is not perceptible or is much weaker.

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After the hunt I knew I had to clean out the trailer and get it ready for winter.  I cleaned out the perishables the day we got off the mountain and the valuables that were stored in it were also taken out and put in their safe places around the house.  But the main cleaning was going to have to wait until I had more time.

It’s funny how time slips away and it was a full week later that I finally got back to cleaning the trailer up.  I walked in and was almost floored from the odor!  Oh My Heck!  It smelled like a gym locker, roadside bathroom and Podunk Cafe all mixed together!  Wholly mackerel did it smell bad!

My cleaning job went to the next level in order to rid the walls of the residual stink that had to have permeated the wood paneling.  Yes, I really cleaned that badboy up really good.  And so as not to fool myself into thinking I had cleaned it really good and that it was not still stinky (suffering again from Olfactory Fatigue), I chose to leave it and come back the next day to give it the “sniff test”.

It passed.

So there you have it.  After nine days of hunting with your buddies and thinking life is just about as good as it can get, maybe you should consider a bath and a change of clothes, even if you can’t smell yourself.

Bears Butt

Jan. 24, 2013

Written on January 24th, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

It’s Monday and what better thing to do than go ice fishing?  Today I am headed off with a couple of old cronies I haven’t fished with in nearly a year.  And we are headed to a place I heard had some pretty good fishing.  AND BIG fish to boot.  We shall see.

I’ll post up a report when I get back.

Bears Butt

Jan. 21, 2013

Written on January 21st, 2013 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories

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