Published by KurtD on 14 Jan 2010
This section of Archerytalk is just for Blogs and Articles.
Published by KurtD on 14 Jan 2010
This section of Archerytalk is just for Blogs and Articles.
Published by justsayitsigns on 29 Dec 2009
i got a used bow for christmas. it is a pro line dual cam wit 29 in draw. i need to find 2 matching mod to reduce the draw to 26 or 27. i can’t find any real in fo out there for pro line. i think it is a carbon pro line! please any suggestions or links would be greatly appreciated.
Published by sarah on 22 Dec 2009
The weather man is calling for a twenty four inch snow storm here in Roanoke county Virginia. more snow than we will have gotten in fifteen years, also setting records for the month of December! Anyways, i decide it will be fun to hunt in the snow and i should get to my tree stand before it starts snowing heavily. As soon as i start walking into the edge of the woods i can barely see through the sno
w. i don’t turn back. By the time i get to my stand already an inch and a half of snow has fallen and the steps are slippery climbing up. im sweating and i should have lived in that last moment of warmth. finally hooked in my stand i start to feel the snow flakes and wind on my cheeks. windburn was in my future. my big fluffy NON-waterproof coat was starting to turn white and so was the rest of my clothing. i had to stand up to get some of it off before it all soaked in. this turned into a routine. an hour has passed and I’m colder than I’ve ever been in my life, and it feels like the temperatures dropping. it hurts to look to my left; the wind and snow are hitting me harder than ever. the next two hours were miserable. i hadn’t seen a a squirrle much less a deer and i was about to die so i lower my bow down and descend down the slippery steps once again. up the hill i fell more times than i can count and next time i WILL dress warmer!
Published by sarah on 27 Nov 2009
my alarm goes off at 6:00am to wake up and head off into the woods behind my house in Bedford/Roanoke county Virginia. My dad still isn’t awake but i go ahead and start getting ready. once I’m ready to go dad still isn’t up so i tell him I’m heading out.
once i get to my stand the first sliver of orange over the mountains is starting to show. Three hours pass of miserable, freezing winds and i see nothing but woodpeckers. Finally i look over at the ridge to my right and see a deer running down the side. by the time i can stand up and raise my bow he is walking in from forty yards. thirty. twenty. i draw my bow with shaky hands. the buck fever was getting to me. deep breath. my glasses fog! i wait a few seconds for that to fade, and then i aim, and release. i see my arrow pierce into the four-pointers lungs. He rears back and runs about thirty to forty yards and falls. My second kill. i call my dad and tell him the good news. thank goodness for four-wheelers!
my name is sarah and im fourteen years old. when i get older i want to have a hunting show. i really am trying to get noticed. any tips or advice is appreciated!
Published by admin on 23 Jul 2009
I sat nearly motionless and listened….The sweet sounds of cows and calves permeated the air around me…It was mid morning, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself…It had been months since I had heard the sounds of fall…A single escalating bugle broke out, followed closely by…….laughter?? Yes..the laughter of my co-workers…
I wasn’t in the mountains, nor was it September..Its July and I was in my office…at my desk…cow calling, sweet talking, and bugling with my gleaming new iPhone. The previous evening I successfully downloaded my very first app. from the good fellows at Primos Game Calls. Now, at any given moment I can whip out my do it all mini machine and be scratching out the lonesome yelps and purrs of a rio hen, yip and yap like a hungry coyote, or blast out the high pitch scream of a frenzied bull… J This cool little app. runs the gamut. Waterfowl, elk, deer, hogs, turkeys and predator calls, all in the palm of my hand
Further investigation into the world of iPhones, I found a plethora of archery, bow hunting and outdoor lifestyle apps. Deer and turkey hunting games abound as do archery competition and fishing..Here is some of what I found to be fun…
One App. I found called Hunt Call Pro allows you to download a variety of calls to actually be used on the hunt (where legal of course). A separate volume control lets you manipulate the sound to be used in real hunt applications.
Archery Championship is a fun and realistic target archery competition. You can choose from a mini hunting game, a practice round to hone your skills or go directly into competition! What I thought was neat is that you aim by tilting your phone…Need to aim higher, tip the phone back, lower..tip it forward…I actually found myself caught up in this as I do any real life archery competition…Aiming hard..executing..checkingmy opponents score…Just as if I were on the line.
iHunt 3D…now this one is probably my favorite so far…You get to choose your season. As you hunt, you build up experience points and cash (based on the successful hunts) to move to the next level and purchase new and better equipment. Equipment upgraded rifles, bows, camo, optics and scent eliminators. You use your index finger to navigate around your stand..scanning the surrounding area for that monster buck…Now, the deer could be 100yds or 30 yds…But even in close, don’t fool yourself..The Scope has a realistic amount of ambient movement built in just as if you were shooting in a standing position. Add in the fact that again, you aim the crosshairs by tipping your phone/ipod, it can definitely prove to be a challenge….even in the easy game setting. After you are done hunting, add your score to the leader board, and compare yourself to other online hunters from across the country…
Bowmen…Now this game is just plain fun…You aren’t much more than a stick figure..Obviously more could have been done graphics wise, but that is part of the attraction of this little game…You are dueling with your chosen opponent, the cpu. or another person who shares the game with you…Simply put, you take turns shooting at each other. The challenge is this: You cannot see your opponent until you shoot! So this means, you have to set the angle of the shot, and the force to get it there (you do so by dragging you finger across the screen) without actually having a point of reference or something to aim at! For as simple as this game is, it is 10 fold with fun!!
The above is just a small sample of apps. available for hunters..Bow and gun alike…Some are mere games, some are fun just to have, and some are much more serious tools…Like a highly detailed and accurate compass and a new GPS feature already come standard on your iPhone. (Compass/gps images) Whether or not you’ll ever need to use these two features, nobody knows…But like I’ve said..Id rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it…
So all in all, the iPhone apps get an enthusiastic thumbs up from me…Even though I’ve barely scratched the surface in the world of apps, I know for fact regardless if you are a hardcore bow hunter, determined target archer or a backyard champion like me, if you take the time to look, you will find something you cant live without!
Martin Archery, Inc.
Research and Developement
Published by airborne49719 on 08 Jul 2009
I was introduced to archery at a very young age. This was kind of expected of the boys from our family that grew up in the back woods of the eastern end of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. My first bow was a 30 to 50 LB Darton compound bow. My dad bought it for my 11Th Birthday. It had no sights and when I asked my dad why the bow didn’t have sights he replied with “you have to earn them” so I asked being young and naive “how do I earn them then” and that is when he told me. When you can put six arrows in a pie plat at 15 yards I will get you sights for your bow. I spent all summer shooting that year trying to put six arrows in a pie plate. This was a hard task to accomplish at my age and at times I got so discouraged I just wanted to quite but my passion for hunting at this age had only begun. As the summer went by I tried my best but could never really get the hang of it completely. My dad would watch and coach me telling me that I was dropping my arm or I wasn’t keeping my anchor points the same it was ruff. Plus my fingers would hurt from shooting for hours.
Then one day my dad while he was watching and coaching me I got really frustrated I was at 15 yards and still could not get my group to get any smaller than the size of a plate. He started to talk to me about when I was even younger and how he would take me with him some times to meet a group of guys that always came to the Upper Peninsula from Ohio to bow hunt. These guys were quite the group they loved to party and tell stories about when they were younger and all the trouble they got into as they grew up. For a kid it made going to deer camp so much fun. But it was there at deer camp around all those guys and my dad that I had learned about instinctive shooting. All the guys would get ready for opening day by pulling out a hundred dollar bill and put them on the bail of hay. The first one to put the arrow in the center of the bill at 20 yards won that round then they would back up to 30 yards and do it all over again sometimes they would even go as far as trying to do trick shots. It was this day that I remembered all the guys out shooting at those bills. How could they do it, what were they doing that I wasn’t. Then I realized they were just honing there skills to make them selves better and having fun while doing it.
My dad asked me why don’t you go back to 5 yards and shoot. I looked at him and said but dad I have already mastered the pie plate at those ranges. That is when he reminded me about those guys and him shooting at the hundred dollar bills at 20 yards. He then told me that if I move back up to 5 yards. I would need to start working at grouping my arrows tighter in the target and picking different points on the target to aim at and you will improve. I took his advice and moved back up to the 5 yard mark and shot at the target like he told me. I felt like I had started all over again. But to my surprise I learned pretty quick that my grouping was not all that great and when I picked different points on the target I would be a half inch to a inch off. I finally got the hang of it after I went back to the 5 yard mark and started over. It was the summer I turned 12. I finally was able to put the six arrows in the pie plate at 15 yards. I got my sights and to boot my dad got me the new ball bearing release.
I have shot my fair share of deer in the past years with my bows that I have owned. I joined the Army in August of 2001 and it wasn’t till I deployed in February 2007 for Operation Iraq Freedom that would change my life. While I was deployed in Iraq we lost our first Soldier in March 2007 to a vehicle born improvised device. It was a dump truck loaded with 16,000 lbs of explosives that put a thirty foot crater in the ground. Since that day we had minor casualties up until August 2007. When a Black Hawk crashed and Fourteen Soldiers perished in the wreck from the 25thInfantry Division. It was the day of the memorial service for the fourteen. My whole Company went to the memorial service paying there respect to the fallen Soldiers. I am not sure to this day why I left early to go back to my office but I did. It was there at my office where I meet SGT Collins, CPL Cornell, and PFC Axtell. I let every one in the office mind you that our office was your basic tin garage package minus the garage doors. I was sitting at my desk and just finished talking to SGT Collins and CPL Cornell as they turned to leave and PFC Axtell was just entering the building from smoking a cigarette. When a 127mm Brazilian rocket land five meters from the building. SGT Collins was KIA instantly he also took the brunt of everything that would have hit me. CPL Cornell was seriously wounded he received multiple wounds to his legs and upper body. PFC Axtell was also seriously wounded both of his legs were severed off at the waste. I was not wounded as bad as everyone else due to SGT Collins being only a foot and half away from me and taking the brunt of the shrapnel that would have hit me. I was the only one to walk out of that building on my own two feet that day. CPL Cornell and PFC Axtell are both doing really good and are a big inspiration to me on how i live my life now. PFC Axtell now SPC is out of the Army and has competed in two triathlon’s since he was wounded.
I was very lucky that day for I must of had someone watching over me. I received shrapnel wounds to my right eye, top of the head and down the left side of my body. I was medivac to ballad, Iraq were they did my first surgery on my right eye to remove a large junk of shrapnel from my cornea that was allowing the fluid to leak out from my eye. I was then medivac back to Brook Army Medical Center in Texas. It was at Wilford Hall in Texas that I meet a Air force Doctor (Dr. Lane). He conducted my second Surgery which consisted of removing the rest of the shrapnel that was in my right eye and draining all the bad fluid and blood, he also did a lens transplant and sewed my Iris shut this surgery took around three hours. Since then I had a detached retina surgery in June 2009 to boot. The seriousness of the eye injury is why I am here writing today it has been almost two years since that day in Iraq and my shooting style had to change.
I just recently purchased my first left handed Compound Bow a Mathews Hyperlite. But it took me a long time to finally switch to a left hand bow but I am glad that I did. When I first got back from the hospital in September 2007 I was stationed at Fort Riley, KS the home of Monster Whitetail. I went straight into trying to make pins for my hoyt bow that would allow me to shot my right handed bow. I went to home depot and purchased some threaded rod 1/8 inch and took the dermal and started to make the pins I then found a old cobra sight bracket it all fit together perfectly but the bow look hideous. I didn’t care as long as it worked. The second time out in the woods I forgot my glasses and I took a stick to the right eye walking out in the dark so that ended archery season that year for me. I was then sent to Fort Carson, Co in June 2008 I love it here. I got so excited when I got out here “Elk” was the only thing I could think of and archery season was coming. I got my hoyt out and started to practice but after shooting right handed with my left eye it started to feel uncomfortable and I wasn’t sure why. I passed up a spike elk that season at 36 yards because I started to doubt myself and the ability to shoot right handed with being left eye dominate now.
So in February of 2009 I bought a Mathews Hyperlite. This bow is awesome and Bill set me up right in every way. I went in to the Archery hut here in Colorado Springs and talked to the owner Bill about my situation and explained what I was looking for in a bow. He pulled his bow out from the office and said this is my hunting bow a Mathews right handed Hyperlight. He says its smooth easy to pull and light for packing around after elk. He let me shoot his hyperlite and I fell in love with that bow. After I shot it I looked at Bill and told him to order me one in left hand 55 to 65 lb pull.
I have been going to the range every chance I get to shoot it. Took only two weeks to make the switch completely of brushing my right arm with the string and get the form of left handed shooting down. I am now once again chomping at the bit for elk archery season to begin. I will say this much from shooting right handed to switching to left handed it takes practice and it can be done. I am now shooting as good if not better left handed then I was right handed all because of the growing pains that I went through as a kid and learning how to shoot instinctive. If you are going to learn you must be able to step back and think about everything you are doing in all situations to be able to grow in life.
United States Army
“An army of deer led by a lion is more to be feared than an army of lions led by a deer.”
Chabrias 410–375 B.C.
Published by cmgo06 on 14 Oct 2008
The following is a true story.
As each day goes bye and I am thinking about my hold, aimming , and various “littile” things I work on each time. Being hard on my self is something I do and get mad about. For no apparent reason. However shooting a bow has tough me how to slow down and relax.
Get home see my great kids and very understanding wife. Grab a snack and get to shooting. pratice make prefect they say . So when is it gonna pay off. I know I am “actully” shooting good. Hitting on or with in the “10 ” ring it a great shot in the feild. Yet I still want to hit that x spot. Distance is a game that I have come to find takes time.
Recently I had been invited t ofreiends camp up north (adirondacks area) . What a wonderful place it was, state foot tails near and as many miles as you wanted to walk and see. After a little time to get the feel for were I was I look at a map and got it down. There was basically a large triangle of land I heard was loaded with deer. The problem I relized was at the middle of the triangle was a farily large mountian. Trails lead alaround but up this place. It was know’n area buy hunter but hard to reach from unposted areas. Were I was it wasn’t a hour hike. What a place. I studies the map a while longer and figured I could get around. The guys who tagged me along are looking to take a hike after getting camp opened up. We went a decent hike, along the foot talis and then following a river and back out, maybe a couple of miles. As I took another look at the map I relized just how large the area was we were entering earlier. what we had ventered was but only the samiliest tip of the iceberg. What an increadile experience that area was.
A few days later back in reality we talk of making another trip. This time for a two day stay. I was jumping for joy. Now only if the wife is good with it i am in great shape. And what do you know she was. She must be up to something, but I will worry about that later. Now it’s game time.
I have to admit that I have never been on a true hunting trip. I know laugh now, its ok I understand now what the trill is about up to this point. Feeling a little weary that I may not have it in me, but hell I have done almost everything else but this.Shooting has always been of intrest to me, much to my father’s “sha-grine”. Latley he seems more opening to what I am doing , guess its just I am older and he hasn’t much say. I am excited and nervious I guess. But I know if I do as I know to do I should be fine. Another day soon and that much closer to it.
Published by WayBeau on 07 Oct 2008
So opening day of Archery season in Virginia was this past weekend. I was lucky in that I was able to get out for the opening day. The last time I was able to get out for a season opener was probably 6 years ago, and it was for duck season in Mississippi. So to actually be able to get out on opening day was great in its own right.
My bowhunting to this point has been nothing but foam in the back yard. But let me tell you, that darn cube target from Walmart has been “killed” more times than it wants to admit, and will continue to meet my arrows until it simply can’t stop them anymore. My father-in-law, who gave me just about every piece of archery equipment that I own and doesn’t even bowhunt, decided he wanted to scout some areas that morning and we headed to the woods. Since I knew he wasn’t going up there to hunt, I decided to sacrifice getting into the stand before day light and took the chance of blowing the whole hunt by stomping my way to my tree.
I was in my stand, ready for action around 6:50 a.m. Well, as my track record goes in this stand, all I saw for the first hour and a half were a bunch of squirrels (one of which almost joined me) and the occassional bird. Around 8:15 I found myself dozing off and figured, “What the hell, I’m not missing anything anyway.” So I decided I’d take a short nap. Well, good ole Mr. Murphy decided to make an appearance. I shut my eyes for what seemed like an hour (really it was only 5 minutes) and was awakened by the sound of crunching leaves. Thanks to the squirrels, I didn’t really think too much of it until I saw something much larger than a squirrel moving out in front of my stand at around 50 yards. I knew it was a deer, but I wasn’t sure if it was a buck or a doe. Though it didn’t really matter, I was hoping that it was a buck since this would be my first bow kill and my very first deer, EVER. On top of that, there is a doe that frequents this area of woods that has two fawns with her and I wasn’t going to shoot her. So I wanted it to be a buck so that there wouldn’t be any chance for confusion and accidental shooting of the wrong deer.
To my pleasure I saw horns and started getting myself prepared to stand and draw. I’m not sure, but I doubt if the sequence of events could have gone any better. The buck took a few steps and stopped behind a small group of trees and bushes that shielded his view of my stand. That’s when I stood up. At this point he was at least 40-45 yards away. I gave a quick grunt call and he started walking towards me again. As he stepped behind another tree I drew my bow. I was at full draw when he turned and started quartering very slightly toward me (he was almost perfectly broadside) at around 30-35 yards. I settled my pins on him and as I was squeezing the trigger on my release the sun broke the clouds and brightened my pins so much that they blended with his shoulder. At this point it was too late. The hair trigger on my release had all ready let the arrow fly.
When I released the arrow, the buck flinched slightly. Immediately after getting hit, he jumped in the air, spun 180 degrees and took off back through the thickets behind him. My heart was pounding harder than it ever has. I knew I had hit him by the way he took off, but I was a little nervous about the hit due to the last second sunshine on my pins. So I waited an hour which would have felt like much longer had a group of does (including the momma and two fawns) not decided to stop by to snack on the red and white acorns that cover the ground around my stand.
After my hour wait, I got down and went to the last place I saw him. While there was blood on the ground, I couldn’t find my arrow anywhere. I was thinking the worst, muscle hit into the bone and he’s taken off with my arrow. So I start following the blood trail. I only make it about 40 yards into the thickets when it simply disappears. At this point I’m starting to get nervous. I don’t like the idea (I honestly don’t anyone that does) of shooting an animal and just letting it suffer needlessly. Also, I had read a lot of posts by people that lost deer and I didn’t want to join that group. So I walked in a zigzag pattern for about 20 yards and there on the ground was more blood. My heart literally skipped a beat. From that point on, it was like bread crumbs leading me home. I found him piled up against a tree not 30 more yards past where I found the trail again.
I won’t bore you with the details of dragging him out of the thickets and down the mountain. But I will tell you that he could have weighed 300 pounds, I was getting that deer out of the woods. This was my very first bow kill and my very first deer EVER and I couldn’t be prouder. While he’s not the biggest deer in the woods, he’ll always be a trophy to me.
Published by Klyph on 28 Sep 2008
My wife and I have always wanted a large family. To date, we have a beautiful 4 year old daughter and a crazy “all boy” son… As many of you already know, kids take a lot of time and they deserve it! So needless to say, the amount of time in the woods, since having children has slowed some… but I am looking forward to the time when they are old enough that I can pass on the tradition and take them hunting. About a year ago, my wife had a miscarriage and as we continued to have a desire for a “big family” we decided that we would give it some time and try again as soon as the doctors felt it was ok. Once we got the ok, we began looking at our calendars and with us both working we tried to “plan” the best time to bring another little one into the world and our schedule…
With my wife being a teacher, she quickly thought, “wouldn’t it be nice to have my 6-8 week maternity leave line up with the holidays so I can get a few extra weeks off.” Without giving it much thought I agreed… what was I thinking? I wasn’t…
We have always had an easy time getting pregnant… usually we just start thinking about it and “ta-dah,” one is on the way…
Well, needless to say this time was no different. We were very excited and as we looked at the calendar to figure out the baby’s due date, it quickly hit me… the baby was due Sept 29th… and the archery season begins Oct 4th… panic quickly set it… as I shared this new found revelation with my wife, she didn’t seem to be nearly upset enough to me… She was more upset with me than the due date!
As my mind was racing, I blurted out, “Actually that will probably work out great! You’ll be on vacation throughout all archery season!” The look on her face told me, everything… but she didn’t just end it with a look… “What do you mean, Vacation?”
Now I was in trouble. I couldn’t see any way out. So I tried to laugh it off… she wasn’t as amused.
So for the last 9 months, every time someone asked about the due date, I just quickly thew in a quick, “Yep, my wife loves me so much she wanted to be home with the kids during archery season, so I could have the best season ever! Isn’t she great?!”
It’s kinda funny how men always smiled and seemed excited for me, yet women just looked at me with such disgust…
As my hopes for a hunting season seemed doomed, especially since our last two children have all been more than 5 days late… I have started looking for more places closer to home, in hopes of some quick morning hunts before and after work… I just wish daylight savings came sooner…
Well, this week Collin Jonathon was born! And its funny how this hunting season may not turn out as far as time in the woods is concerned… but it still will always rank up there as the best fall of my life!
Published by WayBeau on 27 Sep 2008
Let’s face it, everyone has been effected by the current economic “crisis” in one way or another. But how have hunters been effected? In the past, I have been the kind of guy who would go out and “restock” before each and every season. Now, when I say each and every season, I mean EACH and EVERY season. Dove, waterfowl, deer, turkey, squirrel. It didn’t matter if I could use the same shot shells for dove and squirrels, or if the camo that I wore duck hunting the timber would be just as effective hunting deer on the mountain. For some reason I always needed different gear for every season and critter. As a result I ended up with a lot of “stuff” that I probably didn’t really need. When I got married, not too long ago, my wife asked me a question that would put a lot of things in perspective, “What do you need all of that stuff for?” Well, I tried to answer but simply couldn’t find a response that made sense to me, let alone a woman who has most definitely never set foot deep in the woods (well maybe when she was younger and crazier, and definitely not for the reason of hunting or being close to nature). As a result, I took stock of what I had in my hunting closet (yes, she actually lets me have a WHOLE closet for my hunting stuff).
From that day forward, a lot of my gear hasn’t seen the light of day. I came to realize that the things that I “had to have” weren’t really making me a better hunter. So I simply didn’t take anything out to the woods that wouldn’t really help me, or I thought wouldn’t help me, in my goal of bagging whatever animal I was after. The recent economic troubles our country is facing have made me take even a further look at what I’ve got. Actually, it’s a little more than just what I’ve got, it’s how can what I have make someone else’s hunt better. I had to ask myself whether there was anything in my closet that I didn’t use, that someone else possibly could. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to make myself look like some sort of saint here. I love my “stuff” and the last thing that I ever thought I’d find myself doing would be giving it away. But that’s exactly what happened. If I didn’t use it, or it didn’t have any kind of sentimental value it was out the door to the local outdoor store where they would find someone that could use it.
When I started going through my closet and cleaning out the things that I no longer used or needed I found that my closet was truly just a drawer. Everything I needed and used would all fit neatly into a drawer. The other thing that I found was that making due with the bare essentials makes one come up with new ways of doing things. So instead of spending money on a new ground blind, that blown down pine tree became my new best friend. Within a matter of about a hour there was a freshly built ground blind that looked more natural than anything you can buy in the store. The scent elimination products that everyone seems to crave, once again that pine tree and a bunch of fresh acorns did the trick. The thing that is truly the most amazing part of it all is the level of gratification that you can get out of doing things this way and saving your money (which I’m sure our spouses appreciate as well).
And if you’re having a hard time getting through the process of taking stock and cleaning out, ask yourself this one simple question, “What did our fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers all do without this stuff?” They simply hunted. . . .and probably were a lot better at it.
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