IA Born

Got it! I'm hoping to get all calendars that I dealt with today in tomorrow's mail.

Text with tickets pic coming soon!

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I just saw the order come through! Thanks! Since I'm currently (still) furloughed, I've been texting folks pics of their 31-Day tickets. I'll get that and your calendar stub filled out and text you. I can include your 31-Day stubs in your calendar when I mail your calendar.

Just mounted this Riton 3 Conquer 6-24x50 three weeks ago. Sighted it in, took it out to prep for my deer hunt, and decided I want to go a different route. Scope is in great condition. Tracks like it should and holds zero. Been to the range 4 times. I have three other of this exact scope, but just decided I want to go a different route on this particular build. $400 includes Leupold Dual Dove Tail bases/rings. In Flagstaff. Not sure when I'll be traveling. Will ship.

Had a couple of cancellations. 8 seats available in the class https://www.register-ed.com/events/view/234802

Still room in the class

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Down to 6 spots left in this full classroom class in Flagstaff!

Back down to 8 spots left

Still 9 seats available for this classroom class in Flagstaff. I'd love to get this filled!

Awesome idea! When I was a herpetologist and then did general wildlife surveys, I took all kinds of wildlife pics. I'd be happy to share them. Forewarned, they are very herp heavy, but I did get some cool bird photos sitting in deer blinds.

Where do I begin. Growing up in Iowa, life was all about pheasant hunting every fall. The last weekend in October has always been the opening day of pheasant season. The smell of crisp Iowa fall weather, watching the combines moving around a small town, and then opening morning of pheasant hunting came. I lived for pheasant hunting with my dad. Same for spring turkey in Iowa. Dad and I lived for spring turkey hunting together and I loved listening to the sound of Iowa hardwood forests coming to life. And then there's the fishing. Dad and I lived on the Des Moines River below Red Rock Dam. We'd take a stockpile of stinkbait and catch a limit of channel cats every trip. Dad always played is oldies (50s-60s) music. I love that music to this day and it always takes me back to our spot on the river. All of these were the times dad and I buried the hatchet when we weren't getting along throughout my high school years. He'd stand in the doorway of my room and mention the projected flows for the river and that was his way of saying he was done not talking to me. My absolute best memories of being in the outdoors.