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Published by mountainarchery on 14 Mar 2012

St. Jude Children’s Hospital Archery Benefit

Mountain Archery of Gruetli-Laager, TN will the hosting their 3rd Annual St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital Archery Tournament June 23rd and 24th.  All proceeds of this tournament will be donated to this hospital. We raised $2500.00 last year  with over 80 shooters. We want to get the word out to the archery  community  to hopefully raise more money for these kids.  We will have 20 McKenzie Targets situated on a nature trail, pop out novelty, plywood buck novelty, turkey trio novelty,  5 day Kansas Bow Hunt Drawing, bows to raffle, deer target door prize, prizes signed by some of the pros, and refreshments.  Check out our schedule on www.mountainarchery3dshoots.com. If you can not come, please tell a friend. Thanks!!!

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Published by Alex :) on 11 Mar 2012

3-D archery benefit will be on Saturday March the 17th from 9-? at the Old Cartoogechaye School Franklin, North Carolina 4178 Murphy Road, Franklin, NC.

This Benefit is not just for Archers we will be having many raffles, a cake walk, BBQ dinner,a milk jug shoot, balloon darts/shoot for the kids and an Iron man shoot. So far we have gotten many donations including a gun, tree stand, 5 browning jackets, hair products, gas cards, purses, etc.
Gabe Bingham is a 12 year old boy who has nephritic kidney syndrome.

Contact Information:

Penny Houston
828-421-2588 SHOOTER CLASSES

CUBS: MALE & FEMALE: UP TO 10 YEARS OLD

BLUE STAKE MAX. YARDS NOT TO EXCEED 15 YARDS;

YOUTH: MALE 11 TO 13 YEARS OLD

WHITE STAKE: MAX YARDS , NOT TO EXCEED 25 YARDS

YOUTH: FEMALE 11 TO 13 YEARS OLD

WHITE STAKE: MAX YARDS,NOT TO EXCEED 25 YARDS

FEMALE YOUNG ADULTS: 14 TO 18 YEARS OLD

YELLOW STAKE: MAX.YARDS, NOT TO EXCEED 35 YARDS

MALE YOUNG ADULTS: 14 TO 18 YEARS OLD

YELLOW STAKE: MAX.YARDS, NOT TO EXCEED 35 YARDS

NOVICE ( BEGINNER HUNTER ) 19 YEARS OLD AND UP: MALE; KNOWN YARDAGE

YELLOW STAKE: MAX.YARDS,NOT TO EXCEED 35 YARDS

NOVICE ( BEGINNER HUNTER ) 19 YEARS OLD AND UP. FEMALE: KNOWN YARDAGE

YELLOW STAKE: MAX. YARDS, NOT TO EXCEED 35 YARDS

HUNTER UNKNOWN YARDS: MALE AND FEMALE; GREEN STAKE: MAX.YARDS, NOT TO EXCEED 45 YARDS

HUNTER KNOWN YARDAGE: MALE AND FEMALE

GREEN STAKE: MAX.YARDS.NOT TO EXCEED 45 YARDS

TRADITIONAL RECURVE AND LONG BOW

MALE AND FEMALE

WHITE STAKE: MAX. YARDS; NOT TO EXCEED 25 YARDS

WOMENS OPEN: KNOWN YARDAGE

ORANGE STAKE: MAX.YARDS, NOT TO EXCEED 50 YARDS

MENS OPEN: KNOWN YARDAGE

ORANGE STAKE: MAX.YARDS NOT TO EXCEED 50 YARDS

Iron man shoot $10 to enter shoot for a tree stand start at 40 yards then move back. 1:30
Milk Jug shoot $10 to enter shoot for 1/2 the money 3 arrows. Under 16 years old 4 arrows everyone shoot at 20 yards 1:30- right after Iron man
3D shoot $15 to enter casual start at 9:00am
cake walk at 12 $1
BBq 11:30-1:30 price- $6.00 extra sandwhich $3
Kids darts 3 darts $2
Raffle/ Prizes all day $1 per ticket, 6 for $5, 13 for $10, 25 for $20 drawings at the end of iron man and milk jug shoot

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Published by KurtD on 28 Feb 2012

Hot Spot Outfitter Spotlight

  

 

 

Hot Spot Outfitter Spotlight– Kansas’s Blue River Whitetails

 

In today’s outfitter swindling of get rich quick mentality coupled with amplifying quantity versus quality has forged a weld on the wallet of several thousand hard working hunters in search for a legitimate deer operation to spend their well-earned dollars. With outfitters sprouting from every nook and cranny of the country – it’s time to separate the wheat from the chaff.

In these difficult economic times we face – hunters looking to find an operation that provides one-on-one attention, reasonable expectations, and a proven track record is an absolute necessity before even entertaining cutting a deposit. I firmly believe that as a “client,” there should be virtually no room for shards of doubt or speculation in the booking process. At the very same token – you cannot expect a 150” buck served to you on a silver platter, that’s just not realistic when hunting free range whitetails. At the end of the day, you must find an operation that is not only genuine, but works with you to provide a fair opportunity to fill your tag and conquer your dream.

My hope is to help guide you in the right direction before throwing your greenbacks into the flames. I want to set the record straight and speak for every hunter in the country stashing their savings for a hunt this fall and give a few outfitters a well-deserved shout out for their relentless ability to deliver incredible hunts year-after-year.

 

BLUE RIVER WHITETAILS

 

I’ve had the great opportunity to hunt at a place that has not only proved successful for me the last five years, but currently maintains a 100% turkey slaying record and a world-class whitetail rate that’s very near. The birds are plentiful, landscape’s spectacular, and the privilege to hunt side-by-side with a hunting guru is truly a blessing.

My Kansas go-to-guy is David Schotte, owner of Blue River Whitetails. Schotte runs a superb family oriented operation and has been doing a successful job putting his clients on both species year-after-year.

Schotte relies on Moultrie trail cam pictures to scarf big buck activity and insight. As we all know, trail cameras significantly reduce hunter error and keep human pressure and activity at the extreme minimum. This is exactly how Blue River Whitetails is able to provide their big buck hunting clients an unheard of, 70% success rate with a 150” average!

The time and efforts Schotte put toward planting food plots, installing waterholes, building brush blinds, and strategically placing cameras all boiled down to that very moment; his clients grinning behind a set of gnarly antlers.

There truly is no greater feeling than the gift of accomplishment coupled with the fruitful passion of the outdoors. Together, they are a winning combination that defines the pinnacle of a hunter’s success. The fond memories of bonding with great company and waking up to a buffet of wild game is a dream come true.

If you are in search of a place to hunt spring turkey or fall deer; look no further than Blue River Whitetails!

 

 

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Published by KurtD on 27 Feb 2012

Straight Shot with Frank Addington, Jr.

 

Straight Shot

with Frank Addington, Jr. First Shot Streak Continues at the Renfro’s

Indiana Deer, Turkey and Waterfowl Expo
Who would have guessed that 58 years ago when Harry Renfro started a sports show that it would continue to grow to this day and reach 650,000′ of exhibition space in six big buildings at the Indiana State Fair Grounds?   This show is easily one of the country’s premier sports shows.  About 15 years ago, they added the “Indiana Deer, Turkey and Waterfowl Expo” to the already successful Ford Indianapolis Boat, Sport and Travel Show.  The main sports show runs ten days and the Deer, Turkey and Waterfowl Expo runs for three of those days.  For one ticket, people can walk through the entire show.

Today Kevin Renfro, his family and staff run a great show.  I am sure Kevin’s father Harry would be proud.  Archery Hall of Fame member Ann Clark used to do her archery exhibition at this event and I think it’s always cool to follow in her footsteps at some of these older, well established shows.  There aren’t alot of the old sports show families still around… I do shows for the Halls, the Cenaikos, and the Renfros and maybe a few others.  But most of the old family shows have been purchased or no longer exist.

What impresses me about the Renfro show is the new Quiet Sports part of the show.  They have canoes, kayaks, mountain bikes, tents, and basically anything without a motor relating to the outdoors.  It’s a beautiful part of the show.  I did some media in the Quiet Sports room and really enjoyed seeing all the booths.   I also admired a Canadian cabin scene complete with water and trees built in the tourism part of the show.  It was awesome.

The Deer, Turkey and Waterfowl Expo was packed all three days.  Saturday you could barely walk the isles.  The exhibitors were all busy and everyone looked content to be at a sports show on a February afternoon.  I did two TV media interviews at the show and five exhibitions on the huge new mainstage.  They called the stage the Big Tine Hunting Seminar Stage.  It was showcased in the middle of the show floor and attracted big crowds at every show.

I had five different assistant’s at the five shows I did.  I joked with the audience that there was no way I could be a trick shooter having that many different assistants.  Saturday evening’s show felt great.   I remember the three baby aspirin shot– I hit it first try.  Then I followed that up with another first shot on the three mustard seeds/three arrows!  That was a great way to highlight a busy day.

Sunday’s show was special.  A medically retired special forces medic tossed targets for me and I hit the mustard seeds the first try again! He got my attention and announced to the audience that one of the seeds actually had a crease down it from the field point of one of my arrows!  After the show I met a special little boy who wanted to buy an arrow.  I told his father I didn’t sell my arrows but that I would give him one.  I signed an old, well worn arrow and gave it to him.  The father told me the little boy had recently had had a liver transplant and 20 surgeries.   When he left the little boy hugged me and said, “God Bless you.”   What a perfect ending to a great run of shows.

The Renfro show has always been special to me.  In 2007 Chuck Adams introduced my show.  That was the time then assistant show director Steve Garnell tossed three baby aspirin tablets into mid air and I hit them first try!  I have never done an appearance at the Renfro show without doing at least one first shot show on the baby aspirin.  I left there Sunday with that record in tact.  I look forward to getting back there around 2015.
For more info on this event, visit their show website at:  http://renfroproductions.com/deer-turkey-waterfowl/

 

That’s the latest.  Next up: Shows in Ohio and New York.  Until next time, Adios and God Bless.

 

Shoot Straight,

Frank Addington

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Published by samsalvas on 23 Feb 2012

Outdoor Addictions

check us out on facebook. we are looking for people to share their storys and experiences and post some pictures. i will be sharing my hunting videos i make as well

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Published by Alex :) on 23 Feb 2012

3D Benefit shoot Saturday, March 17th Franklin, North Carolina

When I attended Camp Crossings in Kentucky, a Christian summer camp, with Pine Grove Baptist Youth Group. The pastor challenged us to create a beyond effect. A beyond effect is your passion helping your burden. My passion is Archery and at the time I wasn’t quite sure what my burden was until a few months ago. After praying about it , I now know that my burden is for a little boy named Gabe Bingham son of Mike and Gen Bingham. He has had nuphratic   kidney syndrome since he was in the second grade. To help this family I am putting together a 3-D bow shoot to raise money for this family. We have a Camo ministry at Pine Grove who is supporting this cause,also the Franklin Archers Club will be supporting this cause as well.
The shoot will be at the Old Cartoogechaye school Franklin, North Carolina on Saturday March 17th starting at 9 am until when ever we get done. There will be a 3-d shoot, milk jug shoot, balloon darts/ bow shoot for kids, cake walk, silent auction, BBQ dinner and we will also be shooting for a gun and a tree stand. I hope yall can come I would love to see you there!
**** Also any donations would be greatly appreciated****

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Published by KurtD on 15 Feb 2012

ARE YOU READY TO ROCK? – By Ted Nugent

ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?                                                                                                by Ted Nugent

When I ask myself if I’m ready, I mean am I really ready for anything and everything, all the time. Way before I think about preparing for the upcoming hunting season, I discipline myself to be ready for the day, each and every day when I rise to carpe’ diem! And boy do I ever carpe’ that Diem with a full throttled vengeance. Why mess around. Plan B is for clowns who think Hee Haw was a documentary.

I of course take the absolute best care possible of my mind, body, spirit and soul. I don’t eat junk, remain clean and sober at all costs, and fast food at the Nugent household is represented by teal in the freezer. We know our body is a sacred temple, and sacred temples don’t have toxins or blubber, San Antonio.

By the time I was nine, my wonderful over-disciplinarian dad drilled into our heads that the Boy Scout motto was not only for Boy Scouts, and that not only is being prepared the right and only mindset to have, but being unprepared is downright irresponsible and dangerous. Does anybody other than the Nugent boys still live this way? I hope so.

I lift myself out of bed, go through all the prepatory personal hygiene and fortification procedures, and make sure my pants pockets have all the bare essentials; pocket knife, folding knife, large handkerchief, truck and house keys, chapstick, lighter, folding reading glasses, small flashlight, spare 3V battery, a wad of guitar picks, wallet with ID, credit cards, cash, insurance card, a few business cards, family photos, a couple of bandaids, and a flat, lighted magnifying glass. No bulk, perfectly streamlined.

Then I go to my belt, on which I secure my handgun(s), spare mags, and belt tool.

In my double pocketed shirt I find my ever present small pad, pen, marker and cell phone, my law enforcement credentials and shield.

Okay, I’m ready for anything.

My truck is a whole different story, loaded with the basic survival, emergency gear obvious to those who live the rugged individualism that makes America and Texas great. Registration and proof of insurance, heavy duty work gloves, phone charger, flashlight, basic tools, air compressor, tire gauge, 1st aid kit, chainsaw,  flares, HD jack, jumper cables, rifle with lots of spare ammo, rain slicker, towel, snake bite kit, fire starter, a few MREs, some water and spare sun glasses to just name some of my gear.

You notice my phone, keys, handgun and other basics are on my person, not in my truck. A knife in the truck does not quality as a “pocket knife”. That would be a “truck knife” and will not be handy when away from the truck.

Critically, the same goes for your handgun. Everybody at Luby’s that fateful day had their guns in the truck, and only a fool would dare fail to learn from that lesson of life and death. I personally choose life.

Also in my truck is a full tank of fuel. I have taught my family that when the fuel gauge gets to the half way mark, fill er back up. With the lessons learned over so many years, a full tank of gas or diesel can make all the difference in the world when things go bad. And for those not paying attention, things do indeed go bad, and for the truly tuned in, things are more likely today to go real bad now more than ever. There’s a fuel gauge on your dash for a reason. Take a look at it often.

I hang out with some mighty rough and tumble hombres, hard-working ranching, outdoors types that fancy themselves plenty ready to rock. Unfortunately, many Texans are not really prepared adequately, more often than not, leaving everything “in the truck”.

Cellphones are small so as to be convenient to keep on our persons, on hand for when family and friends may really need to get ahold of us. And of course, they should be charged up each night while we sleep.

Same goes for that lovely little belt tool. I use mine dozens of times each and every day.

And handkerchiefs? I cannot believe how few men carry a clean handkerchief with them at all times. I consider it an essential.

As you read this little ditty here in our favorite outdoor publication, we are gearing up for spring turkey season, but I got my turkey hunting gear all reviewed and ready way back in January. In the springtime, I am actually getting ready for the fall hunting season, reviewing all my archery gear and making certain all my hunting gear is in perfect order way in advance so I don’t lose a precious minute when the season is upon us.

I will be rocking my royal keeshker off all summer long, but still shooting my bow and arrows every day to stay on my A game. Like a fighter jet pilot who must be ready at a moment’s notice, I like to manage my life to always be ready so I never have to scramble wildly at the last minute. Being prepared is good. Not being prepared, lame. Be prepared.

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Published by KurtD on 15 Feb 2012

THINK DEER – by Ted Nugent

THINK DEER                                                                                           by Ted Nugent

You can’t really close your eyes and read this, so instead, concentrate as you read and pump images of deer into your brain. Envision all those stunning beasts you have been so blessed to encounter over so many hunting seasons, and burn that beautiful picture deep into your cranium. Imprint it on your psyche, make it an actual element of your being. Now, doesn’t that feel good.

I am typing this little ditty in my Ranch King deer blind on a cold December afternoon, and I have eight whitetails in front of me right now, all within twenty yards. I sit spellbound.

An old matriarch doe is crazy alert, two doe fawns and a very handsome button buck with huge pronounced nubbins could care less as they nibble away. There is a yearling doe, a yearling three point buck, and a fat stud of a three year old eight point beast. They own me.

My heart is racing rather predictably, and I only keep typing because I am trying to convince myself to not shoot the handsome eight pointer.

Steady Uncle Ted. Steady as she goes.

For all the right reasons, I should kill that old doe as part of my Texas Parks and Wildlife Managed Land Deer Permit plan. We figure eight more does gotta go off our ground, and she’s an old gal that would be perfect to take out to better the herd. We shall see.

I really love hunting, ambushing and killing deer, love watching and videoing them, love being a natural part of their world, love grilling and eating them, really love sharing their sacred flesh with the regional Hunters for the Hungry program and the families of the US Military, but what turns me on the most is the intelligent, stewardship system by which we manage deer and all wild game for healthy, thriving populations and properly balanced conditions. By doing so, I can forever enjoy and celebrate all those other ways that I love deer.

I just looked up again from my laptop, and now there are ten deer. Another shooter doe and a scrawny spike horn buck arrived, and they are all bulking up on feed in the cold weather. They constantly look around and flinch at every bird, every breeze, and for many unknown reasons. What an amazing creature. I would propose that for millions and millions of us, our lives would be dramatically less enjoyable without deer. I know it has always been a powerful force of joy, inspiration and awe for me and my family.

The two big does just stood up on hind legs and went into that flurry of cartwheeling punches with their front hooves. That is some violent behavior right there, and any one of those cloven hooved blows could kill you outright. I am sure that while we are all conveniently tucked away in our cushy homes throughout the year, whitetail deer are knocking the living bejesus out of each other, including killing each other at a much higher rate that anyone really understands.

The button buck is way out of his league haranguing the old girl, as the rut is up and down for the last couple of months. I am real tempted to kill the puny spike and forkhorn, but at only one and a half years of age, their first set of antlers in no way provides a meaningful indicator of their genetic potential. Have you ever noticed that once we decide to not shoot a particular animal, that they pose perfectly broadside with their leg forward for the longest periods of time?

I just gulped a deep breath of freezing air, for a dynamo buckaroo just arrived on scene to take any deer hunter’s breath away. This majestic stag has ten perfectly defined points on his tall, wide, sweeping rack, and represents the kind of monster buck I would never have dreamed of coming in contact with growing up in the Midwest deer woods.

This incredible beast has no idea that a blood thirsty venison addict is only fifteen yards away in this dark blind, with a bow and arrow and razor sharp broadhead and the tags to go with them.

He noses the does and the other bucks give him lots of room, and with all the commotion, you couldn’t ask for a better opportunity to get to full draw on such a great deer. But I just gaze, video it all and type away, for though this buck’s antlers are very impressive and highly desirable, I can tell by his trim neck, brisket and body that he is only two and a half years old, the very definition of a quality deer management specimen to let walk.

I am so proud of myself. I am learning, and his presence literally increases my excitement just knowing such quality bucks are around. It wasn’t that many years ago that I would have killed him in an instant, but like so many other hunters these days, I know I can get all the venison I need by killing the right deer and letting the right deer grow to their potential.

Shooting light is gone now, all the deer have moved off, so I put away my vidcam, attach my quiver back on my bow and get ready to shut down my laptop, absolutely thrilled beyond words that I am a deer hunter. I head home with my soul filled with allthings deer.

Tomorrow in another day, and tomorrow is another deer. I will now fill my belly with some scrumptious backstraps and keep the spirit of the deer alive in everything I do.

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Published by KurtD on 15 Feb 2012

TEXAS TEN – by Ted Nugent

TEXAS TEN                                                                                 by Ted Nugent

 

I never really stop hunting. It is indeed a cherished, time honored lifestyle for me. A wonderful, totally alive, day by day celebratory outdoor lifestyle of great, deeply appreciated, heartfelt gratification. Self-sufficiency. Rugged individualism. Hands-on conservation. Private land ownership. Property rights. Privacy rights. Experimenting in “self-government”. We the people resource ownership and stewardship. The right to keep and bear arms. Live free of die. Don’t tread on me. Surely the ultimate American Dream the way I see it. Independent. Free. Self evident truth, God given right’s. Pursuit of happiness guaranteed. Perfect. You can’t do this in France.

 

The supremely enjoyable daily routines of checking my trapline, killing varmints, choosing and planting foodplots, running irrigation, positioning new deerstands, constructing groundblinds, upgrading old ones, checking fences and gates, filling waterholes and feeders, trimming shooting lanes, practicing with rifles, handguns, shotguns and bows, arranging and upgrading targets and ranges, training dogs and introducing new people to the joys of shooting, watching and studying wildlife and constantly strategizing ambush zones for my hunting clients, and more, are all chores and enjoyable outdoor activities that I really look forward to each day. Rocking my brains out nearly 100 concerts per year pretty much keeps me busy throughout the summer any way you cut it, so these wonderful activities which I live for in between rockouts do indeed keep me bright eyed and bushy tailed in a constant, energized way. When the actual official hunting season shows up in the fall of the year, my state of mind doesn’t need too much adjusting back to my natural predator mode and spirit. In fact, with the amazing year round hunting opportunities for exotic wildlife in my new adopted homestate of Texas, there are not any “No Hunting” days in my life. How cool is that? Godbless Texas, Godbless America and Godbless the beasts all!

 

Back in my ancestral homegrounds of Michigan, the seasonal changes are palpable. The air tastes different. Dramatic change is tangible. The planets do indeed realign and there is a mystically altered pulse in the wind. Ya gotta love that. Meanwhile, in the great Republic of Texas, one must routinely check the calendar so see if summer will ever end. Texas is hot. Usually hotter. For an old dyed-in-the-wool Michiganiac, it is a bit of a psychological adjustment to deal with all this blazing sunshine and brutal heat. But as a guitarplayer-cum-U.S. Marine, I can improvise, adapt and overcome with the best of them. And I do. There is no Plan B. It is time.

 

So it was, as the blistering fireball in the LoneStar sky grilled my inner being, nonetheless, the calendar read October and my spirit insisted on liftoff. All that dedicated boot time on my hunting grounds had kept me abreast of whitetail activity, and this day I chose a tall ladderstand nestled deep, and hidden within the green embrace of a tall pine tree overlooking a winding, rocky creek course amongst the thorny screen of greenbriar, assorted impenetrable tangles and relentless juniper. A line of huge, towering pecan and live oak trees made up the forest before and behind me, and with the gentle southwest breeze, my confidence ran high. It is always a roll of the hunter’s dice, but we had a full on backstrap mojo going on this day. I could feel it. You never know, but we always hope.

 

After a long wait, the eye-candy parade of beautiful, sleek, healthy does and fawns ghosted from the shadows as the sun dipped lower. Some of the whitetails were red, some brown, others slate grey. A few of the fawns still showed remnant spots, confirming that the breeding does indeed continue well into winter. Momentarily, a small forked horn, a spike and a fat, muscular, slick six joined the group. My elevated ambush hideout gave me a perfect viewing position to watch the group of 20 plus deer carryon undisturbed, and again provided me the greatest joy that is being a hunter. To be on the inside of their natural world has a powerful healing and calming effect on me, and I studied each animal in detail through my Yukon binoculars. Mutual grooming, prancing, kicking, nipping, licking, head butting, sparring, browsing and constantly examining their surroundings with an uncanny alertness entertained me completely. I love every minute of such encounters and it represents a prime allure to the great outdoors lifestyle. The critters never let you down and there is never a dull moment.

 

Early season bucks tend to hang out in bachelor groups, and the slight glint of bone through the scrub materialized into antlers as five stud boys emerged from the tangle down below. The first two were handsome 2-3 year old eight pointers, followed by a 3-4 year old 9, then another young eight. It was the arrival of massive, tall, wide, light colored antlers that got me. With a dandy set of impressive antlers towering over his distinctive, Roman nosed face, one hog of a mature buck strode up the creek embankment and waddled into view. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that Texas whitetails are small, for this old granddaddy of a buck was every bit as fat, muscular and heavy as a Kansas or Michigan brute up North. I could tell by the deep chest and brisket, and the fat belly that I had before me a 7+ year old trophy. Now the slight trembling began.

 

Slowly lifting my binocular, I examined this fine buck carefully and realized that I knew this old boy. I had encountered him in this same grove late last season. His distinctive white legs and exaggerated white facial markings clearly identified him as my old buddy. My bow was already at half mast, Scott release locked onto my bowstring, and my mind made up.

 

The does and fawns and younger bucks backed away as the old boy strode toward the small piles of Wildlife Innovations Buck bran I had put out as an attractant, and now my inner predator ballet was going into the gutpile pirouette hyper two step. I dance divinely.

 

A slight screen of leaves on a young cedar elm separated my arrow from his vitals, so I had no clear shot. It doesn’t take much interference to deflect a speeding arrow, so I held tight. As goes bowhunting, the big boy kept his forward shoulder toward my position for a long while, and life around me ceased to exist. It was just his ribcage and my broadhead that existed, nothing else.

 

With a graceful swing of his long neck and head, he took a step to his right, bringing his bulky chest clear of any obstruction, and the mushy 55# CP Oneida bow flexed back smoothly on its own. I zeroed in dead on the crease behind his left foreleg, and the next thing I knew, big white feathers were dangling out of his armpit as he and all the other deer exploded at once. Angling forward as he had turned, the zebra colored GoldTip shaft had surely sliced through his ribs and into the life pumping heart of the old beast, his sagging hindquarters telling of his imminent demise. Big Jim swung the SpiritWild vidcam from the now departed buck’s vaportrail, onto my now smiling, giddy face for the whole word to share, and I was one happy American bowhunter to say the least.

 

We captured on tape all the glory and joy of this wonderful, perfect hunting connection, then filmed the short, quick bloodtrail and recovery to the heartshot monster. Everytime we collect these wildlife gifts, a Nuge party erupts in the forests and wildgrounds of the world, knowing and celebrating the thrills of being so intimately functional as a beneficial, positive participant in this natural tooth, fang and claw world. Every exacting nuance and detail of the pre-event, anticipation, encounter, shot preparation and intense action is relived and articulated as clearly as possible, so that the viewer of our Spirit of the Wild TV shows and videos better understands the depth of spirit, form and function of the real world that we are living and documenting. Life and death is it. It is perfect. Shame on those who pretend otherwise. Rejoice to be a player.

 

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Published by admin on 06 Feb 2012

Aspirinbuster Visits the Chicago Outdoor Sportsman Show

Straight Shot
with frank addington, jr.

Frank Sinatra once sang that “Chicago is my kind of town…” Now that I have attended the 2012 Chicago Outdoor Sportsman Show I can also say that after 27 years on stage, Chicago is finally my kind of town too! I’d wanted to work this market for a long time and it never worked out. I’d heard Fred Bear, Ann Clark, Dick Mauch and others talk about the famous Chicago shows but I had never been booked to perform there. I came close in 2011 but it didn’t work out.

It looked like I wouldn’t have a chance to do the show when I heard that there would not be a 2012 Chicago show. However, an east coast based company called MET group stepped up and started to organize a show in three months time! I was booked to perform along with my friend Jeff Watson and his huge bruin, Brody the Bear. There were many other features there of interest to sportsmen including seminars and demos, 3-D archery, and other activities.

My sidekick for the weekend would be one of the show’s employees Jimmy. He’d never thrown for me or even seen the show. I told him what we’d be doing and it was showtime…. he did a super job that first night and I hit the baby aspirin shot second try! I told him he was hired and that I wanted him to throw the rest of the weekend. Saturday morning the audience and Jimmy was amazed when I hit the three baby aspirin/three arrow shot first try! Then we followed that up with three mustard seeds and three arrows–and hit that first try too! Never underestimate the help a good assistant is. There is an art to tossing targets and some people have it and some don’t.

They captured one performance and we have that on video you can see here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEvSZPfbYZ0

I really enjoyed doing this show. Folks asked lots of questions and I remember doing some outdoor radio shows to promote this event. We had good crowds and this show did very well to have been organized in such a short period of time. If you want more information, you can visit the MET Group’s website for this event at :

www.chicagosportsmenshow.com

Special thanks to MET Group, Jimmy, the audiences, show staff and everyone that came to the show. I had a great time and look forward to coming back! The Rosemont Convention Center is a short distance from O’Hare airport which was also handy. Ole’ Blue eyes was right, “Chicago is my kind of town.” Great to be in a town where so many of my archery heroes have performed!

That’s the latest. Coming up: Shows in Indianapolis at the Indiana Deer, Turkey, and Waterfowl Expo and then on to Ohio for the first annual “Eastern Ohio Sportsman Expo.”

Thanks for reading. Until next time, Adios & God Bless.

Shoot Straight,
Frank

 

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