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Took this yesterday evening after a rare late October thunderstorm. Reservation Lake.

Good Luck to all headed out. Looking forward to seeing some bucks hit the ground.

This is show low not Heber. We have laws

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!

We’re moving to the Midwest. Our home just outside of Show Low was listed today. End of a dirt road. 2.5 acres. Backs up to National Forest and has direct access. Directly in the heart of 3C. We have bulls in our front yard every week. Trout fishing 7 miles away! Shed hunt out your back door or relax in the hot tub and listen to the bugles! Will include all of my OnX pins from the last 6 years of exploring and hunting through 3C, 3B, 1, 22, and 27. https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1866-Simpson-Well-Rd_Show-Low_AZ_85901_M29920-38978

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

Sorry you hate the price. The realtor said to list at $620k which I think is insane. So I think we priced it fairly. If you look at the homes near me for sale, you’ll find manufactured on 1 acre with no forest access for $520k. It’s out of control which is one of the main reasons we’re leaving

3b spring turkey and 33 37a and B archery pig

I still rememeber the first animal I ever killed, a squirrel with grandpas 22. Watching my son when he killed his elk. He was jacked up. Watching my dad draw back on a bull in 4b. Stepped on a twig and spooked it, but he was shaking like a leaf. Thought he was going to fall down. My dad was a pretty even keel guy, so to see him lose it like that is something I'll never forget.

I found this fascinating. I killed an old bull last year and couldn’t wait to find out what he got aged at. Turns out he was 14. https://azgfd-portal-wordpress-pantheon.s3.us-west-2.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/25151324/2024-AZ-Elk-Harvest-Age-Results.pdf

23 General Javelina for me. Four months to figure the unit out.

Watched a meadow with 18 bulls in it this evening- there was 4 different pairs fighting at the same time & they weren’t play fighting either , they were going at it hard , tongues hanging out ….. it was crazy - never seen anything like it , that many at once ….. all bulls would of fit in about a football field .

I sure get tired of "NOT DRAWN"

Just fish two rods.

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.

I remember lots of times when I was a kid outdoors. We camped in late August along the Black River and I would catch crawdads because I wasn't patient enough to trout fish. When I was 15 My dad and I killed a cow elk on a late hunt. For years his "hunting" trips were just excuses to get drunk with his friends and they rarely got anything. So this time when it was time to cut and clean the elk it was interesting to see him have very little idea what to do, and learn he didn't like blood and had got all queezy cleaning it. I basically had to learn on the fly with a little direction and clean it myself because he was trying not to vomit. 🤣 He may not have been a good hunter, but he had no role models and didn't do it as a kid, so I am glad he at least tried and got me out there. Dove hunts when I was a kid were my favorite though. I was the one who was like 10yrs old waking him up to get ready.

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.

I bred and raised this to eat. After his birth I sold off the other cattle and kept him. He's about 3 years old.and I've dumped more than $2000 into him. Beef is getting really pricey but I just don't eat beef much anymore. I don't know his exact weight. I'm guessing over 1,000 lbs on the hoof. Brahma gave him his size as Angus tends to be smaller. Limousine gave him his length. Angus gave him his flavor and propensity to put on fat. I would like to get $1,750 for him. If he nets 600 lbs that would be about $2.91/lb plus slaughter fees. Slaughter/butcher fee add about $1 per lb.. The steer has no shots and was raised on my pasture and quality hay grown in the SRP Indian Reservation. I'm located a couple of miles East of Bass Pro Mesa. Get with some friends and divide up the meat and the cost.

Second season unit 1

Drop them in your neighbor's jacuzzi with a little detergent and vinegar then hang dry. 😎

Price seems good to me. (I can’t afford it)

I started a little hobby and have done 5 couse deer within our family and two antelope for a CW member. I have a mulie in the works that will be bronze. Extending this service to interested parties. The process takes about a week from start to finish. Cleaning, primer, thee coats of metal, patina, polishing and then a matte clear coat. I use high quality products that are actually metal. Bronze, copper or silver. Patina for an aged or oxidized look if you prefer. $200 for deer, antelope, javilina. $300 for elk. I can take in skulls in any condition, but prefer nothing rotten. Best and faster if the euro is clean. Extra time for doing a euro or heavy cleaning and repairs on teeth, etc. would be a little more $ depending on what you have.

Great thread. Brings so many great memories to mind. Early 70's we decided to hike in with a full moon and camp on the mountain my old saw a huge buck the year before. My brother and Dad found a good spot for me to sleep at and then they left to find their own spots. That was the longest night of my life. In heard a pack of coyotes going crazy in the direction of my brother. I thought he was getting eaten by them. After about 2 years the sun was finally coming up. I poked my head out of the sleeping bag and spooked a couple of does bedded down about 10 yards from me. Went and found my Dad and told him my brother was probably dead. We found him glassing a ridge. He never heard the coyotes yapping. Finally got back to the truck around noon and found mountain lion tracks all around the truck. Needless to say this 13 year old slept in the truck the next night.

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.