JustinsDad
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So it’s not just California! I’ll have to remember this the next time I think about taking a crap behind bushes again.I was going to say this. Lots of blind shots happening back home... "I thought I'd heard something"
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So it’s not just California! I’ll have to remember this the next time I think about taking a crap behind bushes again.I was going to say this. Lots of blind shots happening back home... "I thought I'd heard something"
You are talking about commercial pheasant shoots, something as a keen shooter I don't approve of.Ever hear of a "Castle hunt".
Many shooters are assigned a standing area, but only if you're dressed in the proper attire.
Then drivers push a gob of pheasants to the shooters.
Devon deer may know of this first hand I have just heard of it.

Weird to me is people tearing through the palmetto when they should be somewhere being still…Weird to me is sitting in a stand waiting for critters to come to you.
All I know is I have a buddy in MO who I traded elk hunt for a whitetail hunt. I sat for four days in different stands. The fourth night I decided to walk through the nearby woods. I killed my first whitetail. Maybe I walk quietly.Weird to me is people tearing through the palmetto when they should be somewhere being still…
Do the same thing with a leashed dog, they'll run in from 800-1000 yds away stop and "buzz" ya from archery range then tear off and circle and do it again. They are such a silly critter, too bad they taste like antelope.One year I decided to hunt pronghorn. Given the options, I prefer horseback. As we rode through the sage covered hills we watched an endless number of trucks road hunting. As the antelope ran from them we found they would flock to the top of a hill and stare at us like the Indians in the old movies. As we approached them they would suddenly run straight at the horses, stop at about 50 ft, blow and then take off. The trick was to contain your panicked horse, get a gun out of the boot and shoot at the stop. It was really quite exciting.
The first time was terrifying but after that with the horses as bait we got quite successful. After a couple of years we decided they weren't all that tasty and quit but it sure got your heart started.
I hitched a ride on an ATV from a buddy once and he dropped me off, turned around and went back to his spot. Less than an hour later I had a 120" whitetail down that was more than likely bedded less than 200 yards from me the whole time.Guy who taught me most I know about bow hunting told me back in the day he used to have someone drive him to his stand with a four wheeler and he would slip off and the deer would be focused on the four wheeler as long as it kept moving. I believe that one probably worked judging by the number of whitetail racks on his walls.
It does. Have used that or even better a tractor. Lift bucket let it hit ground few times and have friend drive off. When the deer come out for evening they come to check what the tractor did. I shot a nice buck in PA when late getting out friend drove me to hay bale pile in Truck and then went and "Hunted" with his fiance. Deer came out from bedding spot 80 yards away. If I walked in that Deer would have never come out in field cause it would have watched me climb up onto hay stack.Guy who taught me most I know about bow hunting told me back in the day he used to have someone drive him to his stand with a four wheeler and he would slip off and the deer would be focused on the four wheeler as long as it kept moving. I believe that one probably worked judging by the number of whitetail racks on his walls.
It's real. Some low-life's where I grew up used to do that till they bragged too much and got busted. They would spread corn and put a piece on the hook hanging where a turkey had to stretch to reach it and then hook itself in the beak. You're a low-life doing this sort of thing unless you have a starving family at home.I was told a story once of a guy who would find an area frequented by turkey. He would run string between trees with fishing hooks hanging off (think of a trotline) at turkey height. Then he spread corn in the area and then come back later for the birds that snagged themselves on the trotline.