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My dad didn't even take us camping, he didn't like waking feeling "Dewey". I always wanted to hunt since I was little. When I moved to AZ I got a bow and sucked at hunting but the first season I will never forget. Then my kids hunts, first was elk youth with my daughter and we hunted hard. Got it done second to last day and we were both jumping and crying. I will take that beautiful memory with me to the grave. Hands down my favorite hunts are elk youth tags!

My most memorable trip was when my dad took us to McCoys crossing on the White River more than 45 years ago. It’s where I got hooked on stream fishing. Probably fished 5 miles of that stream in 4 days pitching rooster tails and mepps spinners. I never forgot that first trip and didn’t know how special the place was to my dad until 6 months before he passed in 2016. He told me that’s where he wanted his ashes spread. My mom wants her ashes spread with him so I’ll be going back one of these days

Awesome rifle, I have the same one and it shoots lights out. My boy recently tagged a coyote in the head at 400 yards with it looking straight at us.

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.

Curious to know about what some of your favorite memories of outdoors are. This time of year is one of mine. Even though I am not much of gun hunter anymore, the opening day of the general rifle deer hunt brings back some of my best memories outdoors. Back in the late 70's hunted unit 17a with a HS friend and his father. The getting out of school for Thursday and Friday, loading up the truck, the drive up north, breakfast at Denny's before we left Prescott, setting up camp, cold mornings, listening to world series on the radio in camp were all good stuff. We haven't done this in many years but the memories are still strong. Good Luck to all those people going deer hunting this weekend.

Just seeing if there is any interest this? Used-Springfield Armory V10 Ultra Compact 1911 45cal pistol, (2) mags, factory ported, leather belt holster with thumb break. Very solid gun, shoots great, (2) boxes of ammo $525.00

Prices 😁. Christmas is coming. Heck I might be interested.... Of course Second in line

My son has a second bike it might need a little work I can't remember but I know him and his mom were looking at selling it. Let me get some info from them and I'll post back

I have a 2008 Honda CRF-50cc. 4 stroke. It is not stock suspension wise, outfitted for racing.

Could you point me in the direction of a $1500 goulds tag? Every goulds hunt I've seen are $2500+

Unfortunately, more info out there on the webs about this. Reeks of corruption and fraud IMO. Severance packages, owner claiming severance because he legally wasn't the owner. Do some searching, if you care to. I used to buy a bunch from them as well. There merino was the best deal going.

Your a good dad , I’m about to buy my son one too lol

I learned this from the guide when i was kayak fishing anchovies . Standard Carolina rig, a free untied hook, silicone slide through stopper and then the tied second. Adjust the slide/stopper to the length of the bait. Put the free hook through the nose/mouth and the tied hook behind the dorsal.

Especially when you can buy a Gould's tag for like $1500.

I want a Goulds tag but no way I am sitting out that long. I like calling and hunting them way too much. I am happy so many of you are dead set on drawing a tag because it improves the odds for guys like me to draw stinky ol' Merriam's tag. Happy Hunting!

Growing up the first weekend in Nov was always the youth hunt. Many fond memories hunting with my uncle on his farm from various treestands in hardwoods or over corn, soybeans, or clover.

I listened to their commission meeting where their biologists made a suggestion to lower the limits and shorten the seasons and only two commissioners voted for it. The main reason one commissioner gave was that it would be too hard to let everyone know the regs changed and people booked guided hunts and it would mess them up. One of the commissioners that voted for the change was pretty upset and told the others they were being irresponsible when the biologists were telling them they needed to change something or there was a chance some areas would lose all of their quail. The one that refused to budge and was insistent on the whole guide thing was Goughnour. He must own a quail guiding outfit or something the way he refused to even consider it. Funny thing was this was after some meeting in May where they asked their biologists to provide more accurate data on bird numbers and then to bring it to them if they thought the quail were in danger and so the biologists did a bunch of extra work and brought them the numbers and half of the commission told them they didn't like their data and numbers so they weren't going to consider it lol

yeah you said it right, you would have thought it was two weeks after opening day the way they would bust out like they had got shot at already. started at 6:30am and by 10am hiking i got the email from game and fish and read it out there on a break , basically saying its not good for quail right now because of the lack of rain . 😩 i will come back if i go out again and give a update.

True story. Not a Will Ferrell skit. My youngest brother had an archery antelope tag. Myself, my other brother, my nephew and a good friend were on hill glassing for him. It was a very warm day and I had glassing Crack. My nephew found the sharpest pointiest stick he could find and 12 ringed me. My flight or fight response was triggered and I get up wanting to hurt the person that violated me with the stick fully cinched between my cheeks. Everyone is laughing hysterically I pull the stick from my cheeks look at it and see middle brother sitting there laughing. I poke the business end of the moist, now smelly stick at his mouth, feel no resistance and get it all the way to back of his throat. Holding the stick there like I was a Samurai that just vanquished the final boss. The other three are now on the ground laughing in tears while my brother finds a new level for his gag reflex and I rub the shock out of my violated area.

I just got back from the greatest hunting experience of my life up until this point, maybe ever, though hopefully there are more adventures like this to come. Newfoundland moose with my grandfather, uncle, and younger brother. My uncle and brother and I were all fortunate to bag great bulls. The rut hadn’t kicked in yet so we weren’t able to call as much as we were anticipating, a lot of hiking through swampy bogs and tundra thickets, glassing from the tops of rolling hills and ridges. The first day we glassed up a small bull at first light and watched him move across the opposite canyon side for a while. Then we hiked a few miles further from camp and came to the edge of a cliff where there was a bear on a rock directly below us, and another young bull with 4 cows a few hundred yards further out below us. We watched the bull for a bit, it would have been a super easy shot as he was bedded 250 yards below us with no clue we were there, but he just wasn’t big enough for the first day. My uncle got his bull that morning though. The next day was cloudy and the fog rolled in while my grandpa and his guide were stalking a big bull a couple miles away, ruining their stalk. Then it poured rain most of the rest of the day so we stayed at the same little glassing knob the rest of the day. Funny enough, we had a small forky bull walk through a bog just 400 yards below us in about the only spot you could see with the fog. Adam (my guide) made a quick cow call to him and he turned on a dime making his way toward us. We lost him in the steel thicket at the bottom of the hill below us but probably 45 minutes later he showed up 100 yards behind us. That was the only bull we saw that day. The next day we headed back straight to the spot where we’d seen the bear the 1st day, and then about a mile further out to a big open valley. It took us about 4 hours to get there but after 10 minutes of glassing Adam glassed up a bull about 2 miles away with a few cows. You could barely see his paddles from that far away, they were like white specks, but we know if we could see them from that far away he had to be a decent bull. ‘well after about 3 hours of plowing through tuckerbrush, sinking through bogs and crossing streams we got to where we thought the bull had been. Of course with it being so much later in the day I had just about given up on finding the bull, especially because once we got to the general area we realized the ‘hill’ he had been on was such a gentle slope and so thick and flat you really couldn’t see more than 100 yards in front of you. Well that was just when Adam whispered, ‘there he is! Get your gun on my shoulder!’ All you could see was his antlers sticking up in the brush about 100 yards in front of us. Adam made a bunch of cow calls at him but could not get him to stand up, finally he just started yelling “moose! Get up!” And that got him up. I emptied my gun at him and he didn’t go anywhere but just stood there, finally falling over for me to run over to him after 4 shots. I was ecstatic. My brother got his bull that same day about 10 miles in the other direction from camp. We both had to spend the night out on the bogs before we could make it back to camp since we had shot our bulls so far from camp and so late in the day. It wasn't too cold but my clothes were wet from sweating and sinking in bogs all day so it was a pretty miserable night, though I probably saw more stars that night than I’ll ever see again in my life. Huge thanks to my guide Adam for filming the shot while letting me shoot off his shoulder. I’m still amazed he did that for me; I didn’t even ask him to film it, he just whipped out his phone right before I started blowing out his eardrums. And of course thank you to my grandfather for the hunt of a lifetime.

Had the incredible privilege of helping my buddy fulfill his lifelong dream of killing a Dall Sheep. He absolutely crushed it at 3 months from his 71st Bday. Best part was his son had a tag to and killed a giant 11 year old ram. Northern lights were spectacular!!!

Just got back from a really fun ewe Barbary sheep hunt in Texas. It was a free range hunt and went pretty well considering the extreme heat. Shots were really easy one was 200 yards one was 500 yards. Used a 6.5prc.

Meat is incredible, tastes great contrary to what others have said. it may be only the rams that taste bad I do not know.

DONE! Photography of Coues Deer and Other Wildlife - CouesWhitetail.com Discussion forum Sort of just did it without checking-in with the head-honcho, but I think she would be OK with it.