Outdoor Writer

I found this video but none of them appear like yours.

My take as well. 👍

Cool. Western Field was Montgomery Ward's house brand. I couldn't read the model # well, but it appears to be 732. If so, that rifle was made by Mossberg.

Three cheers for the elk. What a huge bull.

I think they moved in 1992 or '93. You must have been fairly young, huh? I spent a lot more time at the Madhouse to watch the Phoenix Roadrunners. Even had two front row season tickets one year.

I actually attended the first Suns game at the Veterans Memorial Coliseum with part owners Andy Williams and Bobbi Gentry there. I was never an NBA fan per se, but I was a Suns fan since then through the Nash era. Thus, I rarely watched any games unless the Suns were involved. Once Nash left the Suns, I left the NBA. As for the NFL, I have watched the Cardinals and Super Bowl a few times, but I do enjoy watching college football. I also was once a fairly avid D'backs fan but have cooled over the last two years. I haven't watched one game in 2020.

Hey, it's all about diversity, ya know. 🙃

I was going to add this in jest but forgot. If there was a quota in either league, it would have to be for white dudes. 🤣

That's too many big words in a row for some members here. 😉

Totally agree. All things by merit and not quota. I guess I somewhat misunderstood what you were hinting at in the other message.

GAME AND FISH NEWS Aug. 27, 2020 Get cookin' those doves! Check out final video leading up to season opener Sept. 1 PHOENIX — For each of the past six weeks, the Arizona Game and Fish Department sent out a different video with the hope that dove hunters would find them to be informative, educational and entertaining. Be sure to check out this last video leading up to the big day, Tuesday, Sept. 1. In a word, dove hunters should find it "tasty." Finally, be safe out there, remain socially connected while being physically distant from other groups or hunters not in your same party or household, and — enjoy. This week: Tasty Thai Dove Nugs And, for those who might have missed it . . . Aug. 20: How to Field Dress a Dove — Two Techniques Aug. 13: Dove Season Opener in 60 Seconds Aug. 6: Dove Hunting Near Agriculture July 30: Women's "Learn to Hunt" Group July 24: Yuma: A Dove Hunter’s Paradise

Not quite. Both draft players for their ability and/or size.

REMINDER: DON'T FORGET TO BUY A MIGRATORY BIRD STAMP!

Way to go young man. 👍 Only the 1st of many I bet.

Never ever suddenly sneak up on a horse.....

I forgot to mention in my moose hunt story that it was one of those "close encounters with death" mentioned earlier. The story was published in Petersen's under the title of "Rainy Day Moose."

I was on a moose/caribou hunt in n. BC way back when. My Slavey indian guide and I took off on horseback from the main camp with one pack animal loaded with a 10x12 tent, our sleeping bags, cooking gear and enough food for two days, even though we would be spiking for a week if needed. The plan was for the outfitter to air drop us more supplies from his Super Cub. Unfortunately, on the day he was to arrive, a storm moved in where he couldn't fly. We were already down to bare minimums such as flour, coffee, sugar, lard, packaged soup, potatoes, etc. So for two days, we ate fried potatoes, soup and bannock. On the 3rd day, I killed a moose about 4 miles from camp. After skinning, we cut out a couple ribs and the flap meat from a rear leg. The meal that night, flap meat staked and roasted next to a fire and baked potatoes, was the best of the trip. We did the ribs the following night. The next morning, our supply plane showed up, while we were breaking camp to head to the caribou country. Edgar

Ben Johnson was cool. He played Chris Callaway in one of my favorite movies, SHANE.

That ain't fun. On one summer fishing trip with a family in tow, our wrangler was leading the string of pack horses at the beginning of the line and I was bringing up the rear. We were on a narrow trail with cliffs on one side and a steep drop on the other. It was raining. The wrangler was about go around a sharp bend when a backpacker with a bright red poncho appeared in front of him. The wrangler's horse and the first one in his string jumped sideways toward the steep drop. Wrangler got control, but the pack horse went bye-bye. We were able to recover our gear because the trail eventually switchbacked to within 30 feet of the now-dead horse.

I've had a few experiences on horseback and in bush planes where I thought one of those encounters was inevitable. 😲

Speaking of mules...here's a snipit from something I had posted on FB a while back........ "This involves the hunt with Harvey Hickman, Bill Jenkins and Don Wheat mentioned in my other messages. With horses and mules borrowed from Dobbin Shupe, Harvey Hickman and I were tasked with hauling all the major camp gear, setting it up and cutting enough firewood to last us a week. So at the Vallecito trailhead, we packed a slew of horses. I think we wound up with about six pack horses each. So off we went up the Vallecito trail with Harvey in the lead and me following. We got as far as the cliffs where the trail quickly drops off to the river on the right side. That's when disaster struck. The second horse in my string was hauling our heavy 16'X20' wall tent, and she rubbed up against the cliffs, causing the tent to slide down on the river side. The horse toppled off the trail and landed on a small rock shelf. Its butt was sitting on the rock while its front legs were draped over a dead tree that was lying there. The tent was under the horse's belly. Fortunately, the horse was smart enough to stay put or else just too damned scared to move. The lead rope from the first horse in the string had pulled loose, but the one from the third horse was still attached and nearly taut as that horse struggled to stay on the trail and not follow its stable mate down the cliff. As I jumped off my horse and tied it to a small tree (the only one in sight!), I yelled at Harvey, grabbed my knife and cut the lead rope. Harvey had to ride about 50 yards before he found a safe place to tie up his pack string. He then came back and took the rest my string to a safe area. All this time, the scared horse remained still. Now our mission was to figure out a way to get both the tent and horse salvaged without sending either 100 ft. down into the river. Obviously one of us had to go down there to get it done. I decided Harvey should be the dumb one. LOL We tied a rope around the single tree on the trail, and Harvey took the other end with him and lashed it around the tent before undoing the pack lashing so we could tug the tent back up to the trail. All this time, the scared horse remained still, not realizing her turn was coming up. Once we got the tent retrieved, we plotted our next move. Again, the dumb one climbed down and tied the rope around the horse's neck, I held it taut and wrapped around the tree. The horse was almost facing into the cliff, so at first we tried to simply pull on the rope and hope the horse would jump its way back up to the trail. Nope. Even with the tugging, all this time, the scared horse remained still. The dumb one decided to put Plan B into action. He decided to remove the horse's safety net by climbing back down and kicking the dead tree out from under the horse's front legs. Worked like a charm. The horse bolted upward and scrambled up the rock face back to the trail. We proceeded to repack the tent on it. All this time, the scared horse remained perfectly still. Later that week, we headed back down to pack and haul some other gear, along with Wheat and Jenkins. Bill's wife had made us enough frozen goodies to fill two huge coolers. One had dozens of burritos in it. We packed them on a mule that came with an explicit warning to Harvey and me from Dobbin; Do not tie it to a small tree less than six inches around. So off we went to camp. When we arrived, we began unhooking the pack string one by one. Unfortunately, Bill never got the warning memo. He grabbed the mule while we weren't paying attention and tied it to a tiny fir tree. He undid the pack lashing and a minute later all heck broke loose as the mule tore the tree out of the ground and headed back toward the trailhead with burritos and other edibles flying everywhere. Harvey finally caught up to it about three miles downstream from camp. On the way back, he salvaged what food he could."

And their heads are extremely hard. 😉

Nice write up. Congrats to both. 👍

Saw that one on FB a while back. Don't mess with Dobbin. 🤣 When I was guiding in Colorado, I was saddling my horse at the trailhead and made the mistake of ducking under her head while she was tied to a hitching rail. She bit me right through a down vest and shirt,, and then I hit her in the forehead with my fist. The bite left a very large, nasty bruise that turned all sorts of colors and hurt like he!!, and the punch broke my little finger. It was the last time I did either.

Now THAT'S an elk folks....