billrquimby

I don't know a thing about the video business but I suspect it's a lot like the publishing business, which I do know. Anyone can hire a printing company to print their book, magazine or newspaper, but selling enough of them (as well as the advertising in them) to make the venture profitable is something else. It makes me wonder what gave the guys who bought those "quality elk tags" the ego to think they knew enough about financing, script writing, photography, inserting background music, editing, manufacturing, packaging and marketing, to make money? Without a successful marketing and distribution plan, it doesn't matter how good his product might be, a publisher is going to lose money. The same thing undoubtedly is true with videos. If they didn't have extensive experience in those fields they were doomed from the start, especially if they had to borrow money just to buy the licenses. BQ

I've only seen "crowns" on elk in unit 1, 27, and 6A but that could be because that's the only places we've hunted them in Arizona. Elk and the red deer of Europe are the same species, and red deer typically have them. What I'd like to know is how many people with long bows and recurves have mounted sights on them. When I started bowhunting a Ben Pearson Javelina recurve was as modern as you could get. We shot our recurves instinctively and I lost of a lot of deer and javelinas I now know I could have killed if I'd had sights. A few years ago, before I dropped a truck on my arm, I made a simple post sight and proved to myself that it improved my shooting +++100%. Instinctive shooting works, but I needed to practice more than I did. BillQ

I opened the E-bay site and saw nothing to change my mind. BillQ

Quit trying to poach my sponsors, Lark. The Old Fart demographics are mine. I got there first. Billq

There are three photos of this buck on the Accuratereloading.com website (this one and two others taken from different angles). If they're fakes they are very good ones. More interesting to me was the fact that the Accuratereloading.com post has the same e-mail from an alleged King Ranch biologist -- but shows photos of a completely different deer. The buck on our thread is shown farther down in the forum and is in a series of photos advertising a Mexican hunting ranch. BillQ

A friend sent me this e-mail. The hunter's name was not mentioned. -- BillQ Subject: KING RANCH MONSTER Awesome Deer..... is one of the biggest we have ever seen. inside spread: 34 inches beams: 32 inches each G1: 10 inches ea G2: 14 in. ea G3: 15 in. ea G4: 11 in. ea mass: 45 inches droptine: 7 inches We have him grossing around 243 and netting 224 typical. The deer field dressed 228lbs!!!!! One of the biggest we have ever seen. Justin Field King Ranch Wildlife Biologist

We cooked a mountain lion I shot by burying it Mexican-style in a mesquite-fired pit, and it was good. But I think you could barbecue an old boot that way and it would be tasty. When I shot my lion in Zambia I had the camp's cook fix the backstraps for me. It tasted just like ... mountain lion! Everyone else in camp thought I was crazy. Cat meat is white, incidentally. BillQ

The face is darker than an Arizona Coues deer's, but I've seen that a lot of similarly colored Coues deer capes out of Chihuahua. I agree it's probably a Texas whitetail, or some other smaller subspecies. The antlers are wrong for a Coues deer. More importantly, the ears on this cape are too short. Large ears are a hallmark of O.v. couesi. I couldn't open the E-bay link, but I hope no one is claiming this is a B&C buck. BillQ

Fantastic! It could only happen in Texas. BillQ

I didn't qualify the last time I checked, but that was a couple of years ago. I need to read the regulations again, I guess. BillQ

Ooops! I looked at the photo again. I may be wrong, but it now seems to me that the dog's shadow and the deer's shadow are cast from different angles. Note that the dog's shadow appears to be behind the dog and does not cast onto the deer. The deer's shadow definitely is on its left side. If it's a phony photo the hoaxster did a beautiful job except for this. BillQ

Deerslam: After reading your note I went back to what I had forwarded to this site. Sure enough, the "King Ranch Wildlife Biologist" who allegedly was quoted said the deer netted 224 points. My next thought was that the image may have had some Photoshop work done, and I looked long and hard at it. All I can say is if that photo was enhanced the guy who did it was darned good. I guess all we can do is wait until the truth comes out, which it will. BillQ

Thank you all. Speaking of birthdays, do you realize that in 40 years there will be millions of old ladies running around with tatoos? BillQ

Audsley: Don't be so modest. Four-inch groups under field conditions at 300 yards ain't bad with a factory .30-06. I wish I could shoot so poorly while using a rock or a stump for a rest. I admire your self-imposed limit. I cringe when I see people talk about shooting animals at extreme distances. I've killed a lot of game and it still bothers me to see an animal shot badly. The difference between a clean kill at 500 and 600 yards and a crippled animal that runs off to die a week later from a cruel, festering wound is only a tiny fraction of a wiggle thinner than a hair. And we haven't even mentioned wind bursts and the normal drift a bullet might encounter during its more-than-a-quarter-mile flight. BillQ

So why is the 30.06 just a 300-yard gun?? Audsley: It?s not, but 300 yards approaches the limits of where I personally think it should be used on a regular basis. A 180-grain bullet fired out of a .30-06 at 2,700 fps drops 5.7 inches at 300 yards, 33.9 inches (nearly 3 feet) at 500 yards, and 58.2 inches (nearly 5 feet) at 600 yards when sighted dead on at 200 yards (I feel a .30-06 used for hunting should be sighted dead on at 250 yards, but I could not find data for this distance). Zeroed for 200 yards, the bullet will drop 258 inches -- that?s 21.5 feet --- at 1,000 yards! Data for the .30-06 sighted dead on at 300 yards are not much better. Add the factors of wind drift and the difficulty of knowing exactly how high to hold above an animal, even with a rangefinder, and I cannot recommend using a .30-06 at long distances (which begin at 300 yards, in my opinion) under hunting conditions. The .30-06 is a wonderful caliber with acceptable recoil that has weathered the test of time, but there are many calibers that are ballistically superior for long-distance shooting. There was a time when 1,000-yard matches were regularly won with it, but the hotter, flatter-shooting, newer calibers have replaced this 100-year-old workhorse. If you want a .30 with light recoil for long-distance shooting, get a .300 Weatherby, stuff six or seven pounds of lead into its factory stock, and install one of the newer recoil pads. Get a muzzle brake if you don't care if you damage your and your buddy's hearing. As some of you have noted, felt recoil of a given caliber drops as lighter bullets are fired at lower velocities from heavier rifles. Stock design also plays a role. Bill Quimby

"I would never road hunt now.But when I am 70 years old and can not walk. Heck yes. Noel" Probably not if you're like me, Noel. I qualify on both counts you've listed -- I'm 70 and I have a health problem that keeps me from getting very far from my truck, especially if it is uphill at all. Unfortunately, the laws against road hunting take neither into account. and I don't qualify for CHAMP status yet. BillQ

Perhaps these data below may help. Given your desire to have an all-purpose rifle with the least amount of recoil, I recommend that you buy a good ol? 7 mm Rem Mag. I know. It?s not as ?exotic? as the new short mags, but it does its job with a bit less recoil. I?ve taken everything from elk and moose to kudu, sable, waterbuck and wildebeest with mine. My second choice --- if you keep most of your shooting under 300 yards --- would be the .30-06. Like you absolutely hate recoil. To me, bullet placement is more important (within reason) than energy and velocity. I don?t shoot anything well that recoils more than 20 ft lbs. I once had a Harry Lawson thumbhole curly maple stock on a .270 Win. Mauser, and shot a few head of Arizona game with it. I eventually restocked it. It seemed to me that the length of the trigger-to-buttplate was way too short for comfortable shooting. BillQ (caliber, bullet weight, velocity)...........rifle weight..................recoil ft lbs. 7mm Rem. Mag. (140 at 3150).................8.0..............................19.1 7mm WSM (160 at 3000...........................8.0..............................21.9 .30-06 Spfd. (180 at 2700)........................8.0..............................20.3 .300 WSM (180 at 2970)..........................8.25.............................23.8 .300 Win. Mag. (180 at 2960)...................8.5.............................. 25.9

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AMEN <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Thank you all. What I have normally isn't fatal, but it makes me five times more likely to have a stroke, which is something I will refuse to live with. The medicine I take to keep my blood thin and slow my heart rate is what can kill me if not monitored and adjusted. I may have to undergo a procedure to "ablate" (destroy) a portion of my heart to keep its electrical impulses from going whacko. I've been putting it off as long as I can but I'm tired of being always fatigued and never knowing when I'm going to get struck again. Thank you once more. I didn't mean to let this thread run into my health problems. Growing old is not for wimps and sissies. BillQ

I was looking forward to meeting a few of you CW.com forum guys at last week's SCI convention in Reno, but none introduced himself while I was signing my books. It was my 24th SCI show and, except for having to be electro-converted out of atrial fibrillation on Thursday and again on Sunday at Washoe Medical Center, I thought it was the best I've attended. Someone said there were more than 21,000 paid attendees. Bill

No. Thursday evening I had prime rib at the Victorian Buffet at the Silver Legacy downtown Reno. Sunday night I lobster at the Nugget Hotel in Sparks. Both nights I was wakened by rapid, erratic heartbeats that felt like a couple of dogs chasing rabbits inside my chest. I called 911 both times and was taken to a hospital where I was electro-shocked back to a normal rate and released. It isn't fun being rolled through the casinos on a guerney. The gamblers looked at me as if they thought I was contagious. This thing is called atrial fibrillation and I've had it since 1998. I take some very nasty medicine to keep from having a stroke when my heartrate hits 150 to 175 beats per minute. (It has gone as high as 300 bpm.) It usually strikes me every three or four months. This was the first time I've been hit three times within 10 days (I had an incident in Tucson on Friday before leaving for Reno on Monday). My chest and back are covered with blisters from all the shocks I got in the emergency rooms. BillQ

SunDevil: I've experienced tip problems with Nosler Partitiions but never with the plastic Ballistic Tips. The lead on the tips of the Partitions is so soft the recoil from my 7 mag flattens the rounds in the rifle's magazine. I once did some serious shooting to see how much this affected hunting accuracy. My preliminary research indicated I need to find another excuse for my misses on game. BillQ

Josh, I'll look for you this summer. Lunch at the China Garden, the Sapphire or Booga Red's is on me == your choice. BillQ

If your NWT hunt is for central Canada barren ground caribou at Little Martin Lake in September you will be amazed at how many bulls you'll see. Take your time and get a couple of good ones. Look for a monument near the camp. It honors my guide who got drunk, fell out of the boat, and drowned when I hunted there years ago. BillQ <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Bill that is exactly the hunt I'm going on. It will be my Father, Uncle, a good friend and myself at Little Martin Lake for six days. I am fired up to say the least! I'll look for that monument while I'm there. Hope my guide is a little better <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Deerslam: Say hello to Bill Tate, owner of Raven Outitters, and tip your hat at Charlie's memorial for me.. Hope you find the area covered with as many bull caribou as I did. We saw very few cows and literally hundreds of bulls. Good luck. BillQ

If your NWT hunt is for central Canada barren ground caribou at Little Martin Lake in September you will be amazed at how many bulls you'll see. Take your time and get a couple of good ones. Look for a monument near the camp. It honors my guide who got drunk, fell out of the boat, and drowned when I hunted there years ago. BillQ <{POST_SNAPBACK}> [/quote Dang the bad luck How about the whole story to that trip I'am all ears. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Here's a brief account: I flew to Yellowknife, spent the night in a hotel and then flew on to Little Martin Lake with a fellow from California and a planeload of gear and supplies. We landed on the lake in a light rain, and the Californian and I helped the cook (she already was there) put the stuff into a tent. By the time we were finished another float plane landed and four people got out -- a Frenchman and his wife, and two Indian guides. I knew we were in trouble when I learned the last guy out was our guide. Charley had sat in the back of the plane drinking booze all the way from Yellowknife and darned near fell into the lake before he got ashore. The first thing he did was announce that he had seen some caribou as the plane was landing and he was going hunting. I never argue with a drunk, but I reminded him that he not only was supposed to be our guide, but there also is a law that forbids hunting on the same day you have been in the air. Charley wouldn't listen. He loaded his rifle (a frightening experience for the rest of us in that camp) and took off in one of the camp's three plywood boats. It was about 7:30 p.m., and it didn't get dark that far north until 11 or so. The rest of us gathered in the dininng tent, ate dinner and went to bed. When Charley hadn't returned for breakfast, the French couple and their guide went caribou hunting. The Californian and I went hunting for our guide. I climbed an esker with my binoculars and found the boat on a sand spit across the half-mile wide lake, and the Californian and I took the remaining boat and went across. We found Charley's baseball cap and one of his gloves in the water before we reached the boat, which was on its side and half full of water where it had washed ashore. There were grizzly bear and caribou tracks on the little beach, but we found no sign of Charley after making a sweep on shore lookling for his tracks. We had the cook radio Yellowknife to let the outfitter know Charley was missing, and the Californian and I went out and shot our first caribou (we were allowed two) and packed them to the lake where we could retrieve them the next morning with a boat. A wolverine had urinated on and eaten part of my bull during the night, and although the Californian and I declared war there were no casualties and it got away. We had the two caribou in our boat as a SuperCub with floats landed at our camp. The first thing the Royal Canadian Mounted Police guys did was to put the Californian and I in separate tents and play "good cop, bad cop." I got the feeling they thought we had killed our guide. Everything worked out, though, and the Mounties joined us for suppper. They wouldn't allow us to hunt without a guide, though, so the Californian and I fished while we waited for the outfitter to send us another guide. He arrived the next day, and the Californian and I got picky. I must have passed up 30 or 40 shootable bull caribou that day. When we returned to camp, the French couple was there and the woman was excited: "The Indians are coming, the Indians are coming," she said. Sure enough, all the radio traffic had not gone unnoticed by the people at Charlie's village and at least 40 of his friends and neighbors had come 100 miles downriver, portaging a couple dozen boats of every size and shape from lake to lake. They set up their camp across the inlet from us, and drank, sang and talked loudly all night. The next morning they started shooting every caribou in sight. Meanwhile the Mounties were using our spare boat to drag the lake with a grappling hook, aided by a Hummingbird Fish Finder. They found nothing. To shorten this tale, the Californian and I each shot our second bulls and returned to Yellowknife. The outfitter called me the next spring to tell me that the first fishermen he sent to Little Martin had found Charlie washed up in one of the rapids. The fish and birds had been nibbling on him. He also said Charlie's buddies had erected a monument at the lake to commemorate Charlie's bad luck. BillQ