By: Bears Butt

Gonna go fishin with the Weasel and Conner today.  Cabelas stores has teamed up with the Utah DWR and tagged a few fish.  Willard Bay has at least one Walleye and one Wiper that have tags attached.  Maybe we will catch one of them!?

But, that isn’t why we are going fishin, we are going to put a few fillets in the freezer for a later date!  MMMMMMMM!  Love those catfish and walleye fillets!

More on the days activities will be posted after we get back!

Bears Butt

June 4, 2012

Sorry no pictures.

The wind came up early and chased us off the big water after only one drift.  White caps scare me, especially with a 10 year old on board and with the forecast calling for increasing winds I did not want to chance it.

So into the marina we went.  Anchored and fished.  Of course I caught a Bullhead catfish to win me 2 quarters.  And a bit later when my fishing partners were “out of the water for repairs”, I called no bet until they got back in, so what happens…I catch a pretty nice Blue Gill.

We keep trying and it’s getting hotter and hotter.  Pretty soon the call to end it came.  I was reeling in rather fast when a fish smacked my bait.  I missed it and then Conner hauls back and has a fish on!  A small Wiper that had just flipped the tag off its back.

So, I relinquish one of my well earned quarters to him.

The day ended that way and with a few minor repairs to the boat, I believe it is ready for more action.  The shake down has been accomplished.

Bears Butt

P.M. Report

Written on June 4th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

Dear Bears Butt:

Thank you for your recent applications for the Big Game Drawing.  Your results are:

Appl # Hunt #                                Result
———————————————————————————————————
202096 6000,    ,    ,    ,    Bull Moose    UNSUCCESSFUL
202095 3066,    ,    ,    ,    Elk Bull      UNSUCCESSFUL
202094 1562,    ,    ,    ,    General Buck  SUCCESSFUL for hunt 1562 Cache
———————————————————————————————-

This was the message in my email last night from the Utah DWR.  It looks like another fine Fall of hunting deer with the muzz.

I hope all my friends also drew a tag and can join in the fun and frolics of a fine hunt!

Bears Butt

May 31, 2012

Written on May 31st, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

It’s that glorious time of the year when the state of Utah announces who can hunt big game in the Fall.  I’ll let you know right now that I, one of many, have drawn a muzzleloader deer tag and I’m a bit pumped to think I will be hunting and carrying a weapon of choice.

It is a nice feeling to be “in the circle of winners” for this lottery.  But what about those outside the circle?  A bad feeling for sure and we have one of our group who’s credit card has not been hit as of this writing.  Sorry Crock!  I hope it’s just a fluke and your credit card will show a deduction before bedtime tonight.  Even if it doesn’t don’t give up hope.  Someone who did draw may opt out of the hunt and open up the tag just for you!

One of my favorite forum web sites is the Utah Wildlife Net .net and there are a great bunch of guys that post up on that forum.  One even put a thread out there for the “unchosen” and there are a lot of tears on that thread.  One guy came on with a winning lottery statement and was chastised severely for it. Rightfully deserved.

But for us lucky dogs who drew the coveted “whatever” tag we wanted the most for this falls hunting it is a wonderful time.  Just before rendezvous and we have bragging rights at the camp.  The unlucky probably won’t even show up to the camp…all hung dog and sad you know.  I would not blame them.  Why throw yourself in front of a bunch of happy faces and bragging dudes and dudetts who lucked out .  Stay home and be comforted by the spouse about how much money you will save etc.

As for me, I’m glad I drew out, but I would have still gone on the hunt, just to be in camp and maybe get the chance to gut someone elses deer.  But at least be out there gathering up the smoke from the fire into the fabric of my clothes and stinking of the stale smell of beer.  I love the hunt!  I love the camp!  I love the cold beer!  I love the outing and the friends and the animals and the mountains and watching the first of the leaves to begin to fall.  YES!

And then there are the ULTRA lucky!  The ones who put in for the “general” hunt stuff, but also put in for coveted tags that limit the entry of people into a given area of mountain turf and only they can carry a weapon and hunt the game.  THEY are the luckiest of the lucky!  And talk about bragging rights!  They outshine the lucky general tag winners by MILES!  And their smiles show it.

Whenever someone around the fire says “did you draw out”?  They break out into the big old smile that comes with being so very lucky and they hesitate just a moment before speaking about the quest that took them decades to finally draw.  We have two of them in our group who drew such a tag.  No Grimace and Baby Boy!  The Lucky Lucky ones.

With such a feat of luck, they now have choices to make.  What should their shirts say?  A few years ago the shirt read “The Chosen Ones”.  Last year the shirt said “The Chosen ONE”!  Does this years shirt read “The Chosen Pair”?  “The Chosen Two”?  “Dos Elegido, the two chosen”?  Only they can decide.

Yes folks, we are going back into the Crawford Mountains to once again try and educate some of those Wyoming deer.

Bears Butt

May 22, 2012

Written on May 22nd, 2012 , DREAM HUNTS
By: Bears Butt

There aren’t many days left of the 2012 general turkey hunt here in Utah, but this morning the Weasel, Conner and I are off to see if we can out wit one of those elusive gobblers.  We have been close to him in the past, but every time he has slipped through our grubby little fingers.  Maybe today he will make that fatal mistake and take a load of number 6’s in the head.

We have a plan!

Sneak in, set up, stay quiet and wait.

Well that all sounds great doesn’t it?  How can three guys, one old, one middle age and one 10 years old sneak in?  Perhaps we will walk in as if we were a small herd of cattle or a band of deer.  Once into our spot we can settle down and stop making the walking sounds humans are known for.

Ok, that part is figured out.  Now for the next…stay quiet…right!  Candy wrappers, shuffling cold feet, runny noses.  It’s no wonder turkeys figure out there is something up that they don’t want to go into that thicket of brush to investigate and if they do, they come through the nastiest of the nasty to peak around.  So, in order to get around all of the little noises, I will conveniently leave the granola bars back in the truck and only have some jerky in my pocket.  That should work.  Oh and a napkin for each of us to put in our pocket to wipe our noses.  Yesterdays rain should help with the rustling of the leaves under our cold feet.  Perhaps a few of those open, rub and hold hand warmers, that should do to calm the cold.

Wait.  Now that is the key!  Waiting can sometimes get very un-nerving, but in all my reading, the lessons told by our friend Tex-O-Bob last weekend and everyone who has ever killed a gobbler, they all point to patience as the one key to killing a gobbler.  I’m a guy who likes to run and gun.  See the bird and go get it.  Sitting in the cool of the morning waiting for the unknown bird to come slipping in…..I’m not sure about all of that.  But, we only have a few hours this morning to get it done, so perhaps we can pull it off.

Our wary gobbler friend has been slipping it to us the past couple of weeks and maybe today we can get closer for a shot.  His pattern is wider than our shotguns at 30 yards, but we know “about” where he likes to strut his stuff.  If we can get his interest up enough to peak into the place we plan to hide and see our decoy, he might decide he likes our little “Gretchen” and come closer for a lookee-see.  BOOM!

I’ll let you know how it plays out later.

Bears Butt

May 19, 2012

Later:

A beautiful morning!  There were a ton of people doing the same thing as we were, but no body got any shooting.  We did not see any turkeys today, but we did have at least two different toms gobbling.  Not a ton of gobbling, but enough to keep the interest up.  Had they been on their regular routine I think we would have been in the right spot!

I did have a small buck deer and a doe play with me.  He bedded down about 20 yards away and kept me from moving.  She came in about an hour later and bedded about 10 feet away.  When the winds began to swirl, both deer jumped up and decided I was not a friendly sort.  But then, they continued to try and figure out what I was.  They would turn their heads as if uninterested and then suddenly turn back to see if I was moving.  It was quite funny to watch.  Then they both just walked away.  I was glad to see them go because my butt was so sore from sitting without moving for over two hours.

A wonderful day in the woods.

Bears Butt

P.M. report

Written on May 19th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

One happy thing after another!  I’m still flying high from Conners guided turkey hunt and already more good things are coming down.  My credit card was hit for the amount of a deer tag, so that pretty much assures I’ll be packing a rifle on the muzzy hunt this fall!  But better than that, No Grimace and Baby Boy have just announced that No Grimaces’ credit card was hit for an amount equal to two tags for the Crawford Mountains!  WAHOOOOOO!!!!!  Another adventure into the Crawfords for the Willow Creek Free Trappers.  That will make 3 years in a row!  Can those deer handle that?

Can you remember back two years ago when 5 of us drew the tag?  There was an earthquake happen the same day we were notified and the epicenter was in the heart of the Crawford range!  Coincidence?  I think not!  And the end result of the hunt looked like this:

And then last year Dry Dog drew the tag with only 2 points!  Un-heard of.  He has to be one of the luckiest Dog’s I know!  While No Grimace and Baby Boy had to settle for an “unsuccessful” email from the DWR and they went into the drawing with 12 points!  Bummer Dude for them, but one Happy Dog on the other side of the fence!  Smilin like he was just tossed a big old steak bone!  And the season ended with his big smile holding up a very nice big boy only the Crawfords can provide!

And so the story for 2012 is beginning to unfold!  It’s early yet, but the time will pass quickly, as it always does and then we will “suddenly” find ourselves once again facing the elements and the wiley bucks of the Crawfords!

OOOOOOOOOOOOO!  I’m so giddy right now!

Congrats to No Grimace and Baby Boy!  It’s about time you drew the coveted tag!  And I hope you two aren’t too picky about who shares the mountain with you….I WANNA COME AND PLAY!

Bears Butt

May 18, 2012

Written on May 18th, 2012 , DREAM HUNTS
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

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

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

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