Bryson Bendall

I just wanted to share some good news with my friends on the forum. Today I was accepted at the University of Arizona College of Medicine Phoenix Campus and will be starting med school July 8th. Its kinda funny that one of my first thoughts was that I am still going to get to hunt coues through school! Anyway, its definitely a life changing event for me and wanted to share it. Everyone has horror stories of the doctor's office so what advice do you all have for me? Bear down!

Haha DUG I did!!! Thank you all for the advice. I have definitely recognized the value of listening to patients while shadowing and working in the Safford ER. The best docs I work with did more listening than talking.

Where do you live mraaa?

But totally worth it!

I am not sure if it was on a bed or not because we didnt see fish where they had been spawning earlier in the week. I was working this reed bed for about 30 minutes with a jig and I went to bounce it and felt her inhale it. She was probably 8 ft off the shore line.

Definitely two nice dogs! And sweet gun!

They are winchester varmint high velocity factory ammo 45 grain.

Just wanted to share this one with you. My father in law and I went out this morning to a ranch he has access to and did some calling. First stand, I called and we had one come in hard from behind us. He ran past us on my left and I barked but couldn't stop him so I sent one flying... miss... My father in law followed me up and put one in his front leg. He rolled and gnawed on himself for a few more minutes so we kept calling. With nothing else coming in I took a finishing shot and missed at like 75 yards!!! Humbling... At this point he got up and started running right toward a group of cows so we opted to not take another shot and by the time he was clear of them he was out of range. It was nice to call one in on the first set all though we didn't recover him, which kills me even if it is a coyote. The next four or five stands were dry and we found ourselves at the top of a large drainage that I shot my javelina in a few weeks ago. We set up on the north side of the drainage, facing south, no wind, about 150 yards from the bottom. My father in law called and about 10 minutes into the set we were starting to get a little bored! All of a sudden I hear Jon answer his phone... for some reason I cracked up and about gave up on the set. He hung up after a couple minutes and blew another series of distress. Soon I caught movement in the bottom as a coyote trotted out of the wash beneath us and posed. "Coyote!"... I moved my shooting sticks slightly, squared my crosshairs on his chest, and squeezed the accu-trigger on the 22-250. Boom... Flop... It looks like my gun was shooting a little high as I had aimed for his chest and hit him in the neck right under the jaw. He had a really nice coat and was pretty good size. We made a couple more sets and headed out, spooking two more coyotes as we drove out and seeing a heard of pigs... it was a fun morning!

That footage is cool! Nice work... I have never done any trapping and know nothing about it so, maybe this is kinda like asking your favorite spot or something but what do you use for bait?

I just wanted to share my javelina hunt with you guys. I have had a couple other javelina tags but never saw a pig while holding a tag so I was determined to change that this year. After graduating last month from ASU, my wife and I moved to Thatcher where she is from and I haven't found a job yet so I have had a little time to hunt some new country which has been awesome. I went out yesterday with pigs on my mind and checked out a new area about mid-morning. About 11 while driving I saw a coyote walking away from me so I kept going up the rode a ways, got out, circled around the hill and called it in. It came into about 80 yards but I only had my bow so I'll have to go back for that one. I kept going up the road and got into the hills and did some glassing on a ridge that really looked piggy. Found a couple mule deer does and then spotted a heard of pigs. I took off to get close and a couple whitetail does busted out and scared off the pigs and mulies. It was pretty awesome to have whitetail, pigs, and mule deer all on the same hill! Well I chased after them, got close and busted them out of some brush once, and finally got close again and missed about a 40 yard shot on the heard boar. Well, today my father in law Jon and 10 year old brother in law decided to head out to a ranch that my father in law has gotten permission to hunt on. When we left the house it looked like it was going to be a nice day, but when we got out there the wind had picked up and it was snowing. We made a coyote stand but nearly froze to death on the side of the little canyon. After about 10 minutes of calling Jon looked down in the bottom to our right and spotted a heard of pigs. We hiked back to the truck, I grabbed my bow and went after them and jon stayed on the top to give me hand signals. I eased down the side of the canyon and into the bottom but the grass was so high that I couldn't see the pigs. Jon was flailing his arms to get me to keep going, so I eased closer another 20 yards and I saw him motion to stop and draw back... But I still didn't see pigs... I knocked an arrow, and finally a sow stepped out at about 30 yards. My heart started racing, I drew back, squeezed the trigger of my release and watched the arrow hit home... she expired in about 30 yards. It was a blast although I am worried, after cleaning her and the way my hands still smell after washing them about 15 times that she wont taste all that good. Well, we have her hanging and we are thinking of roasting her in a pit so...We will see!

Thanks guys for the kind words and advice. After letting her hang for a couple of nights, I just butchered her and she is soaking in ice water and salt. I will keep her soaking and change the brine a couple times as you guys said and we will see how it goes! I will keep you updated.

Awesome job Casey!

I took my two brothers out to our favorite coyote spot for what will probably be our last hurrah for a while as they are moving up to Washington state with my parents and the rest of the kids. It was a beautiful day to be out and the coyotes were howling when we opened our doors for the first stand. We set up in our first spot and my 16 yr old brother spotted a double coming in hard. He whistled to me to let me know and as he did the lead female hit the breaks at about 100 yards. Boom... flop! He shot at the second dog but that yote was out of there in a hurry... a clean miss. The next 5 stands were dry and as we got into the truck after the fifth we knew we had time for one more set thanks to a 12:30 curfew from the mrs.! We decided to try the other side of the road and I told my brother he could try to call this time and I would man his rifle. Well, as we walked he realized just how good the set up was looking and promptly took the gun from me! It is a good thing too because 5 minutes into the set Brady had a yote come out of the wash and stand broad side on the hill in front of us at about 100 yards again. Boom... Flop! There isn't a better way to end a day of calling. Coyote number 1... Brooks and Brady Coyote number 2

Great write up Doug... What lens(es) do/did you use for these pictures?

I don't EVER get into public political discussions but I just have to say something about this. I am a member of the millennial generation, also referred to as generation Y. Inevitably; I have experienced many changes in my 24 years of life, some great and some not so much. Unfortunately, in the last five to ten years I seem to have lost hope in my generation. I have worked my butt off all my life thanks to a father who taught me the value of work. I have built my life on honesty, integrity, and discipline. These values have worked for me. I am married, have a beautiful new baby girl, I am a week and a half away from graduating from Arizona State University summa cum laude with a bachelor's in microbiology, and have applied to medical school and hope to make a decision in the next few months of where I will attend for the next four years. I am not saying this to brag or put myself on a pedestal but I say this as an example of what living a life of morals and values can lead to. This article literally makes me sick! Granted, I know that these people in Washington are not the brightest people in the world... so I should probably set my expectations a little lower. But honestly. I began to think... How would I feel if one of those pot smokers was my kid? What is the future for these people? How many lives will begin to revolve around another substance to abuse? What kind of lives will these people's children have? How will this positively contribute to our society, our economy, and our families? What really sent me over the edge was that last quote by self proclaimed professor Gizmo (this guy is 50 years old...are you kidding me), "If only our forefathers could see us now." Did he just say that? If our forefathers could see our generation now, what do you think they would say? Would they be proud that fathers are not providing for their families? Would they be proud that our children are growing up without discipline? Would they be proud that faith and God are being thrown out of our towns and being replaced by addictive substances? Would they be proud that wives are replaced by pornographic images and football teams? How would you feel if you were a forefather who had literally sacrificed everything... EVERYTHING... even your very life, to provide a free country to your children and their progenitors? I don't blame marijuana just like I don't blame booze, porn, and drugs for the desperate lack of values in our world today. It comes down to the agency we each have to make choices every day. We do have freedom, and I realize that. More than anything I am just sad... My precious daughter is going to be raised in this world. I can guarantee that she will learn to have faith, to work hard, to have integrity, and to be compassionate to others. She will learn the difference between right and wrong. She will know her potential, but will be ultimately backed up to her own choices, and I would be fibbing if I said that didn’t scare me. What kind of friends will she have? What will they teach her in school? Will the kid that she marries be driven and motivated and will my daughter be his greatest priority? All of the students I go to school with are on a five or six year plan. They are either still living with their parents or living off of student loans. More often than not they are cheating and dishonest. They are more worried about how much they are going to drink this weekend or who they are going to sleep with than the state of the economy, the community they live in, and the families they will eventually be providing for. Yes maybe this was present in past generations but now it is the norm. That is terrifying! Sometimes I can sit back and read something, take it with a grain of salt, and keep my mouth shut. But this point needed to be addressed. Who agrees with me? What can we do? Where do we start?

GOT ONE!!! I got the howler out last night about 9:00 pm and got a pack to howl back from the backyard of my parent's house, so I knew I had to get out first thing in the morning and make a couple of stands before playing in a turkey bowl. When I was in high school I used to take my little sister out fishing and since then she has been hooked on the outdoors. She recently got interested in hunting so I asked her if she wanted to come and she said "heck yeah!!!". So, we threw on some camo and I grabbed my shot gun. Our first set up had some coyotes howling back at us, but we only had about 50 yards of visibility and didn't ever have anything come in after about 20 minutes. So we packed back up and walked about 800 more yards to a wash that I had called before a couple of times. We set down at the edge of a 20 foot drop off into the wash and I called about 5 minutes. Soon I hear whispered, "HEY" I look at Hannah and she is pointing across the wash. Sure enough, there is a coyote sky-lined on the top of the hill about 300 yards away locked in on us. I say "okay, don't move and be really quiet". I lip squeaked a few times and he came in on a string, trotting to the mesquite tree line and stopping at 40 yards... where he caught a chest full of #4 buck shot. It was her first coyote calling adventure, SHE SPOTTED IT, and my first time shooting a yote with my shot gun. It was a great way to start off Thanksgiving... I am thankful for my family, God's creations, and a country where I can enjoy what I love to do. I haven't shot a ton of coyotes but in my opinion he was a pretty good size desert dog. You can also see the drop off that we sat up on behind me.

Well after taking my little sister out yesterday morning and letting her witness her first coyote kill, we decided to go out to our real coyote spot! It was a beautiful morning and it was AWESOME for calling as we made 7 stands and called in 6 coyotes! Only got a shot on one on the third stand. He came in hard from our left and crossed right in front of my little brother at about 30 yards... who was playing in the dirt and not paying attention. My dad barked to stop him which got my attention as I was watching our right side. I shouldered my shotgun and rolled him! Number 2 with the shotgun! We had one other on the first stand that came in to about 40 yards, saw me and booked it the other way before my little brother ever saw him who we were trying to get his first yote. On stand number two, we had one hang up and pose at about 250 yards. My dad had the video camera instead of his rifle so that one ended up living to see another sunrise. Had a double come in on the last stand that came right over the ridge in front of us and hung up at about 250 yards again. Brother never saw him and my dad didn't see them till they were leaving. It was an absolute blast seeing all these coyotes and being out with family. Again my little sister was the first to spot 2 of the coyotes! She is a champ!

It is my Browning B80 that was given to me several years ago by my grandmother. It was her turkey gun when she lived in Alabama, and they had the barrel shortened to fit her a little better. It is light and very convenient and makes for a great coyote gun.

that is really cool!

This year’s rifle hunt really started off well for the Bendall boys. My two little brothers, Brady (16) and Brooks (12) drew tags for the early youth hunt and were both very stoked to get out. I think the only people more excited were my dad and me! I am in my last semester at ASU and by the time October had come around I was needing to get away from the phoenix valley and away from school for some outdoor therapy. I think you know the itch I am talking about. My dad and I pride ourselves on the fact that we hunt HARD. Hard enough that we can get away from other hunters and see lots of deer, and quality bucks. Well, this season was no exception. We woke up each morning at 3:30, got out the door by 4:00, arrived at our area by 5:00, and hiked into what we have deemed as “the honey hole” by sun up (I’m sure everyone has deemed atleast one spot the honey hole before in their hunting career).We saw deer from sun up to sun down each day we were hunting and saw 0 hunters in the woods! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate hunters… but there is just something about hunting away from crowds that I have come to love… it’s hard to explain. Here is the story… its long, because I want to keep it as a journal, so you can skip through it if you want.. Day two had all of the action, so start there. But boy was it a blast! On day one, my dad and brooks started on one side of the ridge and Brady and I on the other. The wind was howling but we were still seeing deer, although, they seemed skittish and tense. Brooks got on a spike early but couldn’t get a shot. We regrouped at about 10 and scanned the area. We fell for the “hmmm, I wonder what is on the other side of that ridge” trick and ended up going on a nice long hike. The way the ridge was situated and the wind was blowing made for a disaster of a hike. Every saddle we got to we spooked more deer off the mountain, and they all seemed to be bucks! We reached the fourth or fifth one at about three in the afternoon and saw a nice, 90+ incher edging over the ridge in front of us and it was off to the races. Brady and I tried to circle in front of this buck and ended up seeing him again, but just in time for him to edge over one more ridge… which was not in the direction of the truck. Seeing an opportunity for another day, we turned and headed back the way we needed to go. My dad and Brooks angled back toward the ridge we started on in the morning, and would see several more does by the time they met us back at the truck. Brady and I on the other hand, took a little longer route and were glad we did. About a half a mile from the ridge with the big buck, we set up for some glassing and immediately, Brady spotted a deer… “Bryson, I got a deer, … and another deer… and another dee… THERE ARE A TON OF DEER ON THAT RIDGE!”. Sure enough, there were 12 deer and at least 6 of them were bucks. They were perfectly set up for us for a stalk so we shot off. By the time we reached the next ridge, they had tipped over the other side. We followed, but couldn’t find them again. We worked our way closer to the truck and spooked a little fork (remember this buck!!) and a few more does, but didn’t end up getting any shots. We all met back at the truck, and after tallying up the day, had seen 55 deer and at least 15 different bucks… a great way to start off the season! Day two was even more eventful, and the wind had died considerably. Again, we split up and Brady and I were surprised to hear 3 shots at about 7:00 am. My dad texted me… “just missed a toad!” Turns out, my dad spotted the biggest two point I have ever heard of early at about 200 yards. I did not ever see this deer but my dad said he had mass, tine length and width, a mature buck that would turn out to be the invincible buck as I will discuss later. Trying not to rile up Brooks, he said, “its just a fork”. A sever case of buck fever, and three misses later, the buck was out of sight and range. I had spotted several spikes by about 9:00 am so we regrouped and decided to go after them. We got set up on one of them by about noon, but the wind swirled and sent him and a few does over the ridge before a shot presented. It was time to find some more deer, so, we hiked another ridge (by now I was thinking this was the story of my life!) and were about to set up to glass when my dad caught movement at about 200 yards. Three bucks had just made their way over one ridge in front of us for just enough time for us to spot them and then headed through another saddle. One was nice. Again, Brady and I took off with Brooks close behind. We eased over the crest of the hill to find a 90 inch buck, a 70 inch basket rack and a fork bedded down in the canyon not more than 150 yards from us… sitting bucks. We set up and decided to wait them out. I was able to get Brooks set up and I could not help but think, “we are gonna get a double tonight!” We could see all three deer when we first set up, but the bigger buck had laid down and was now out of sight. Brady decided to move about 20 yards to his right, and I told him to be patient and wait. Forgetting that I had been hunting a lot longer than he had, he didn’t listen and moved anyway. Suddenly all three deer flagged and trotted out of their beds, stopped at 200 yards and posed…No way, did they just stop… BOOM! Three, clean misses by Brady, and one clean miss by Brooks… Needless to say, the deer were now in another county, and we had two, very humbled junior hunters on our hands. But gosh were we having fun!!! We eased over the ridge from which we had just come and decided to head back toward the truck, and to a final glassing point as it was about 5:00pm… This hunt could have ended right here and I can honestly say I would have been totally happy and content with the experience! We had seen another 55 deer on day two, with plenty of good bucks, and these boys had learned some valuable lessons about hunting and about life, such as the value of sacrifice, hard work, and patience. We were blessed with an opportunity to enjoy God’s beautiful earth, his majestic animals, and create memories that I know we will never forget. I have no doubt in my mind that I would have slept well that night, had this been the end of our hunt… We eased over one more ridge, and caught movement underneath us. Mechanically, my swaro’s hit my eyes and I saw horns “It’s a buck!” Brady and I had spooked this same little fork the night before… Brady and Brooks hit the ground, extended the legs on their bipods and set up. Brady got the deer in his scope first, but opted to let his little brother have this shot. The buck went into the bottom and onto the middle of the next hill. He stopped long enough for Brooks to get him in the scope, then turned to make his last few strides. Brooks squeezed the trigger and we watched as the bullet entered the chest of the buck. “Wooo!!!!” “Sexy shot” “Stud!” I think were the words we shouted. It was a perfect shot, and the deer did not take another step. Standing over this trophy, harvested by one happy kid, will be a memory that will last with me a life time. Dad got to watch as I gutted him, Brady threw him on his shoulders and packed him out, and Brooks smiled the whole way back to the truck… And he got to drive us all home in his brand new Tacoma. He was one proud Dad! I had to head back home with my wife and new baby girl to get back to schoolwork and other commitments. But Brady and my Dad were able to get out Thursday. Same story, they set up early and spotted a nice three point first thing. After a blown stalk, my Dad spotted the monster two point again. I sat in immunology class getting updates through the whole stalk… It was brutal! Brady and my dad got set up on a point overlooking the area they thought the bucks had bedded in. Catching movement, they found the big boy and watched as he bedded… 139 yards from them. Brady was set up, rock hard rest, and the deer stepped out after catching a wiff of my brother’s stinky butt when the wind swirled. Click! Misfire…! He chambered another round… Click! Misfire number two… they watched as the invincible buck and his two compadres cruised over the ridge out of site. This gun, a 243 Browning A Bolt had, to that day, never misfired a shot…Never! They looked at the two primers on the bullets and saw small nicks where the firing pin had somehow been held back. He re-chambered the rounds (which I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to do), pointed at the opposite side of the canyon and fired the two off perfectly. Then, he chambered and fired three more rounds, without a single problem… Call it what you want but this deer has angels looking out for him! He must have hit up midnight mass before his morning graze, or maybe he went to confession last week or something… I do not know, but whatever he did, it worked. I hope that he is around next year, because you can guarantee that we will be waiting for him in the honey hole… and we’ve been going to church too! Again, thanks for reading. My dad has a hunt in December in a different area which we are ready for next, and I expect to make more memories like these then. A spike and a doe that I caught through my spotting scope on the second morning Right after Brooks put the smack down on his buck, we sat down and took a picture. I figured we couldn't get any ugglyer... ...Guess I was wrong

Man I am sorry! I can relate! I had my Jeep Cherokee (which probably costs now what those tires cost you! But for convenience sake was priceless) stolen about a month and a half ago right out of our apartment complex in Mesa. It had a big ol sticker on the back of it too so maybe its PETA or something! I was scheduled to hunt with my brothers the second week of October and two weeks away from my wife having our first baby so it also wasn't good timing! We had the baby, we went on the hunt, and I had just about written it off as a loss because it was not fully insured. Last Thursday I get a letter in the mail from the MVD that my jeep had been found and towed, 3 days after it was stolen. It was not stripped and in working order other than the broken window and popped ignition. The police had not notified us, which is a little frustrating, but we got it back. So have hope! I feel your pain.

oooooo... super nintendo not included... sorry man, I still have to beat the Lion King Game! haha

My wife and I are going to be moving soon into my inlaws house and we are looking to sell our bedroom furniture set. It is from the Fontana Collection, poplar wood from Broyhill. The mattress is a Beauty Rest "Elite Luxury", European Style pillow top, California King. Then there are two night stands and one five drawer dresser.The furniture was bought for 1500.00 and the Mattress was 1200.00 when they were new 16 years ago. It is all in good shape but considering the age and that we can't take it with us we are only asking $500.00 for the set or will take the best offer. Unfortunately, we don't have any means of delivery so you will have to organize that yourself. We are located in Mesa. PM me for any questions.

Hey guys and gals... I just figured I'd post this up to get anybody's help that I can. My wife and I went out of town for the weekend and came back this evening and my jeep was stolen! It was last seen around 10:00 pm saturday night here in west Mesa. It is a gun metal blue 1999 Jeep cherokee sport with a big fat Coueswhitetail.com sticker in the back window and a "sneekee" camo sticker in the back left corner of the back window. The police have been notified and who knows... we might get lucky. But I would appreciate you all keepin those coues finding eyes out for it! Thanks!... Oh and this puts a damper on a GREAT weekend of hunting, horse riding, branding and good ol fun... Saw 9 different bucks,muleys and coues, this weekend but couldn't get any shots. But still fun!

I grew up in 2nd ward... Gosh I miss SV