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Dang it, TJ. I missed you by minutes last time. You stopped by my camp, and met my wife but we had already gone to the shoot. When I got back, Carrie told me "TJ stopped by, but I didn't know where on the mountain you guys were". We will definately be camping up there this year for the Sunrise shoot, and doing the "all-stars" baseball playoffs in Eagar that week. I'd love to have you in camp, finally. Me casa es su casa. With any luck we'll be camping along with a good group of old friends. Really "down-to-earth" people that I know inside 2 minutes next to a camp fire you would feel right at home with. And of course, we'll break out the corn-hole boards and keep ourselves neck deep in cold beer, cigars and hunting stories.

I believe in building the strongest box possible for trail cams. I've never had one stolen, knock on wood, but a little garage time, some scrap steel, a good welder, and a dose of ingenuity can go a long way toward keeping cameras safe. Another style... Give a redneck some scrap steel from a worn-out or unused treadmill, a mig welder and a problem to solve...I haven't lost a camera to thieves yet, but if I finally do, they are hauling out a chunk of tree and going to work with a cut-off blade. Lag the box to the tree (the tree will be OK), keep the soft parts of the lock under steel at an angle they can't bite if off. If they carry a cordless grinder with a cutoff wheel, the'll take it. But they'll have to earn it.

Anyone who likes to set up a game of horseshoes in camp will LOVE setting up some "cornhole" boards. It's fun just sayin' it but when you get to playin' it, you'll wonder how you ever set up a family get-together without them. I built a set in the good old "red white and blue" since we always play over the 4th while flinging arrows and telling stories around the campfire at the Sunrise shoot. Not as slick as these, but they are a good set I'm happy to bring to camp. A good set of cornhole boards (and good bean bags) and an ice-chest full of cold beer, some tasty food on the grill, brings people together. Good times right there. Some of my fondest memories have been packing several familes together for the Sunrise shoot. Some football, some baseball, 3D targets set up all over camp for the kids to practice on, the boys always set off to build a fort, while us old codgers split wood for a big fire. The younger kids toddle around in their little jeeps and such as the sun begins to set. Some good music, good friends, cold drinks, campfire talks, lots of amazing food, from one family's "Mexican BBQ" to another's amazing secret green chili . For myself a good cigar, and quiet conversation.... Man, I love those nights up top of the White Mountains with family and old friends.

Prayers sent. I agree with Pinedonkey - probably the most helpless feeling in the world is having something like this affect one of your children. Stay strong and keep believing.

I don't see any markings on it indicating that it records in HD, or anything in the manual about HD, so no, I don't think it does.

One last bump for a quality, pro-grade camera.

Prayers sent. I can only imagine the pain of anyone seeing their wife battle something as horriffic as cancer. My heart goes out to you both with my prayers for a full recovery and many more years together.

There's definately a tactic to finding sheds that I haven't figured out. Whenever I go looking for sheds, I find nothing - maybe an old spike that looks like a broken tree branch with stuff growing on it. I've got a salt lick that I checked this Spring and found 3 brown sheds within 20 yards of eachother. All small, but the best I've ever picked up. I know another guy who hunts sheds really hard and picked up something like $2000 worth in one day, but this guy hikes his butt off. Sometimes he even badgers his friends with pilot's licences to fly around and see where the bulls are about the time they are dropping. A few years back I was coues hunting the San Carlos, and we were glassing a canyon and found enough sheds to fill the back of a truck - just in one canyon, and some were old. Of course we couldn't pick any up, but I always think about how certain canyons just seem to "the place" at the right time. The guys and gals who do this a lot have lots of these places on their list of shed hunting sources. It's all about time in the field - and covering lots of country - coming from someone who can't find sheds to save his life, lol.

I got myself and 3 sons applied in about 45 minutes today online. Not a perfect system, but I do appreciate the fact that they got the online system back up. I put in for 13B and 12A West, my kids all in for 27 youth, seprately. Looking for some muleys this year.

From now on "Pegged" pun intended, we need an annual reminder! I'll stick it in outlook a week early and give you a heads up. LOL. Your phone and PMs are going to light up the week before your anniversary going forward. My anniversary is 8 days away, and I can't get her to tell me anything about what SHE wants. This will be #18 (or 19???). It's one thing when we forget, try knowing it's coming and having NO IDEA what to do to make it special. Man, us guys suck at this romance thing.

Thank you, plumber. And thanks to all who have shared their prayers. We're doing well.

I've posted a lot on CWT over the years, but have never asked for a prayer request. I've prayed many times for members of our family here that I have never met, but didn't think I would ever on the other side. My family lost a loved one on May 28th to suicide. This man was like a father to me, and looked to my kids as his own granchildren. This man loved the outdoors - he hunted and fished the white mountains so far back, the tales he tells are only a memory. He had an amazing love for his family, his friends, his love of hiking, biking, hunting, exploring... He survived cancer 10+ years ago when all the doctors told him he had at best 6 months to live. After that he fell from a ladder at work and crushed his hip and leg, and could no longer work. He then dedicated himself to his wife and dogs. When his trusty Lab, River could no longer walk he broke his back getting her out of the truck for one more adventure together. He lived with pain daily in his last years. A man who had once tackled every rushing river by kayak or raft, explored so many unknown caves, prospected and hunted pretty much every inch of this state, he finally succomed to the pain and realization that the life he had so passionately embraced, was no longer possible for him. His life ended on May 28th, and our family is struggling to comprehend the loss, the un-answered questions... If your heart moves you, please say a prayer for Steve, and those of us still trying to understand... Thank you, Jason

Man California is one messed up state. It's too bad really, They have it all - the coast, the mountains and pines, the deserts...Too bad it's so overrun with moonbats. The funny part is, much of California is very conservative, they just can't compete with the loud-mouthed "progressives" that have run an otherwise great state into the ground.

If you find water that they are using, and can sit during the week when pressure is light, you should get shot opportunities.

Would like to get $1500, first $1300 with cash that can pick up takes it.

First $650 takes it...

Nice deserttacoma, that lower looks almost H/K.

Wow, that is just aweful. My prayers go out to the families that lost loved ones in this tragic event.

I can help you with that, if you want. I find making strong-boxes therapeudic.

Wow, that's a really nice bear. Congrats, and well done!

Thank you Amanda. I can tell that you, too have had to try and make sense of this...

Thank you all, for your kind words and prayers. At times I try not to disclose too much, but I feel there might be some people out there with doubts about life, death and what happens later. As my wife was comforting her mother in the wake of what happened, the room was filled with police and a neighbor who was renting the house adjecent to their home. It was close to midnight, as the detective from Winslow sat with my wife, my mother-in-law who had just seen the event, and several sherriff's deputies. They were seated around a small table talking about the events. Just then, a small bird flew down from somewhere in the room, and landed next to my mother-in-law, Steve's wife...It's the middle of the night, and this bird somehow, appears to all of them, lands right next to the woman who had just lost her soulmate, and just sits there.... Everyone around the table just looks at eachother, blankly... My wife cupped her hands next to the bird and it just hopped in, not afraid. She carried it outside and had it perch next to the front porch where Steve had spent so many hours. It never tried to fly. We all can draw our own conclusions about this "occurance" but I for one, believe it was a very clear message from God. That our souls live beyond our physical bodies, and whether this tiny bird was "Steve" or another angel, those we love don't just dissapear, they join the Kingdom of God.

I plan to spend at least one day up there with the family.

Those are nice! I agree, it's a really fun game to play while camping or having a BBQ.

That really sucks. I'm used to the days when a man can park his truck and go fishing without worrying about whether some scum will break in, or steal his camp...Times are changing, and not for the better. I'm very sorry for your loss, and I hope whoever did this will one day get caught in the act and receive the beat-down they deserve.