fatbastard

I see bucks like that all the time around Casa Grande. I only pass on them because my wife doesn't like me shooting animals.

I seed it tuther day with a couple of mu boys. I feel dummer for having watched it. Harrison Ferd wasn't too convincing as an grizzled old cowhand turned rich. Twer full of the same old hollywood junk like: ohh he finally hit somthin with the rifle, and ohh the Injun cheif and old man don't get along until they save each other in battle. The spoilt son of a rich rancher was a little over the top, as was the time spent showing what a badass Daniel Craig's character is supposed to be. I says its no fair fightin aliens with help from another alien. More dynamite would have cured everything a lot sooner. Why does aliens always have to holler like that? They got all that fancy technology and spaceships, but they don't have a language???? They got guns that shoot invisible bullets, but they can't hit nuthin but the dirt around ya with um?? They got spaceships that suck gold out of the ground, but they don't have species recognition software to keep people from opening the doors??? I think it's long past time we demand more from our entertainment. I'm tired of making the people who write, produce, fund, and act in crap like this filthy rich. Where'd I put my javalina??

Did they move again, or re-open at the same location? Little sis got married in Duncan today, but I could not get away to go check it out. I've loved that store since they first opened downtown. When I lived in the area it was the only place I could lay my hands on sweet gear that was only catalog dreams before they came along. I'm glad they are still around, again. How long will the mounts be on display? I have some work to do in both Safford and Morenci, hoping I can swing by and check them out.

Last year on the last morning of our hunt, my binos fell off the dash and landed just right on the corner of the seat rail to break off the little tit on the clip in for the harness. I was totally lost on the last day carting my binos without the use of my crooked horn rig, everything just felt off not having them right there. I sent an email off to Bushnell asking to purchase just the clip, or the whole strap, whatever would be necessary to get that little piece. I got an automated response to send them in for repair. I don't want to send them halfway across the country for this little reason. I have had some bad deals with lost packages before, and it's a bitch, insured or not to file a claim. They were only 200 bucks to begin with, but I can't afford to replace them right now. I checked all of the Bushnell dealers in Tucson, all of them said they could not help. My question to all of you is; does anybody have a clip or strap they are not using that will fit the Bushnell Excursion model of binos? I will gladly pick up and pay for them if you do. If you are a dealer,and care to order them if they are even available, I will gladly purchase them. I just don't want to send my binos on what I view as a risky trip to the factory.

Born and raised here in AZ. I have never been checked by Game and Fish face to face. My dad ran in to one once in unit 28 back in 89' or 90'. By the time I got there, he said he didn't need to see mine. Same thing on a pig hunt behind the Cat proving grounds in 98 or so. They stopped at the truck, talked to my boss about the one he tagged while the rest of us were still out dressing ours, gone by the time I got there. I have seen them on the road, but talked to very few. I think the only time I was ever checked was by Marana PD. My buddy and I had found a sweet spot for dove. We knew we were far enough from houses and the highway, but they showed up when some concerned residents called in shots fired. They were cool, but they even ran our weapons. Could have given us tickets for firing in city limits, but really it's just Marana.

Hey, that was a good draw for lots of folks last year. I got the late Nov.- Dec 1st there this year. I'm real cool with that. What has 2 thumbs and now 10 points for elk? wth already. I must be on azgfd's least wanted list for elk hunters.

1123, I get one day in December at least. schweeet.

I had hunted 28 with dad and grandpa before, but I was only sporting a 22 for "protection". When I finally got through hunter education, got a tag, and borrowed moms rifle, I was ready to bag my first mulie. We headed out the first day, my dad walking halfway up a ridge and me toward the brushy bottom of a canyon. A ways into the morning,I look up to the head of the canyon and I see three hunters coming our way at a rapid pace. I tried to signal my dad, but he was looking up the other way. I looked back at the three, and they now see me, and are waving frantically.As I ask myself "why are they doing that?" My eyes drift down below them, and meet the biggest buck I had seen to date trotting right at me about 100 yards out. I was standing in chest high grease wood, so I took a knee in hopes the deer would not see me and walk right into my lap. It was better than even I had imagined taking my first buck would be. I snuck a peek a few seconds later, and he was right on course to walk by me about 20 yards away to my right. I take a knee again and start counting off about how long I thought it would take him to get broadside. I guessed it perfectly, when I stood and shouldered the rifle in one motion, I didn't even have to look for him, he was right there in the scope. I emptied the levergun in his general direction, and never saw him again. My dad never saw him at all, maybe that is why they call them ghosts? I would love to say it was my imagination, but ghosts don't leave tracks. Do they? At least the three that had chased him to me understood a thing or two about buck fever, they were more winded laughing at me than they were trying to get down the canyon on his tail.

Nice buck, better story. As for the exit wound . Speed kills, weight destroys, and both combined make hamburger I guess. Forget blood, you guys should have been looking for meat spray where you shot him.

Yeah, rumor has it the north end is locked up pretty good. pm sent too.

If you saw a fat bastard climbing a mountain and said to yourself "only an idiot would go up there", then you saw me. I walked away from the rig at 0500. I saw quite a few sets of lights come up the road behind us. I thought we might have shown up in time to get the spot I wanted, wrong. I got to the place I wanted to head out from and saw a truck parked there, so I went the opposite way. I could see the roads from where I was and saw lots of vehicles, but I never saw anyone walking. I only talked to one person the rest of the day, an older guy in a white Chevy with his wife. I was sitting by the road resting my puppies and he pulled up. I told him I spied a few in that "saddle up yonder". He looked where I was pointing and said " there was a day when they would not have been safe. I think they are safe today" What were you driving, and when did you guys pop that buck? You may have seen my dad, he was "patrolling" the road on his quad and, apparently bs ing every chance he got.

34B for me and my dad. Hope to not see you all there Good luck to all.

Not too weird, I imagine you guys see stuff like this all the time. I was making my way down to a waterhole around Bitter creek in 28 close to the NM border. I hear a quad coming up the road below. I was thinking"dang, I just spent half the day walking to get here the hard way and he comes waltzing up the easy way" I don't like being seen, so I sit down in a rock outcropping to watch him go by. He stops right in front of me, pulls out a tootsie pop and THROWS THE WRAPPER ON THE GROUND. He takes a few licks and putters on up the road, did not even check the water hole. I march down the hill, pick up his trash and leave two size 15 footprints over his tracks. The road dead ends, so I know he is coming back, not that he would notice someone cleaned up after him and was watching him anyway I was hoping to shame him a little at least. I carry on down to the water, see tracks and notice a real nice hide due south. Jumped a nice muley out of the hide and popped him as he checked his backtrail at the nearest saddle. Never saw ole litterbug again. Felt like the good guy won that one.