Well, Nay and I decided it was time for us to explore “the duck hunt”, in doing so, for first timers we’ve been very very successful in our quest.. see… From Mallards to sea ducks, to wood ducks in the swampy timbers.. Using my Winchester SX3 12 ga. with Kent Steel 3″ No. 3 Steel loads. I think I’m liking wing shooting more than big game hunting..
I love dove hunting, well, I kinda love the outdoors.. can you tell?
So, the big question, how do you get good at this? Go to your local sporting clays range and practice, practice, practice. It pays off in the end…
Here’s Nay and I with our Dove Win! We had a competition with other shooters, best hunter gets $5.00 from each of us! Well, Nay and I tied! He’s a pro, which makes me a pro, and we are both $5.00 richer!
Here’s my CZ 720, only bad thing, some shells jam more than most, but they all jam.. I clean it constantly, but still, it jams. I oil it constantly, but still, it jams. I change the ammo type, but still, it jams.. oh the joy.
But the gun hits what I tell it to, on first shot, else, it’s not going to shoot again.. hahahaha.
Yes, we hit them small mouth hard, then, we went after fast flying dove.
This year, the dove were not plentiful, but, the ones we saw brought enough fun to keep us there, lol..ALL DAY. It was hot, 93-95F, with no sign of cooling off.
Hot and slow, but fun non the less.
I’m using a CZ 720, it’s a semi auto 20 gauge, retails for about $500.00 and it’s a Matte finish, so no “Shininess”, and hits exactly on target! I hit some dove at 30+ yards flying full speed, folded them!
I loaned Nay my American Arms Inc W/F 12 gauge over under, it shoots up to 3 1/2″ shells, but today, we used 2 3/4″ shells! LOL. Nay’s gun was unresponsive, luckily for him,I always take a spare (just in case). He finally started hitting those winged bullets and the fun began.
Hi all, been some time since I’ve made post.
It’s that time of the year, We’re moving from Summer time Smallmouth right into the Dove and early Goose season. I call this the “fast flyers school of wisdom” and “how to make and excuse for missing”. Then in the coming week we begin the Deer Archery season! wow, this is the exciting time, where we spend many long hours staring at either the sky or the dirt and leaves around us, yes, I do enjoy that.
People ask me why I do what I do? Let’s keep this short and simple.
The same reason you have interests that you like to follow and be active/inactive with.
And there we go, prepare for the opening season of, Total Outdoors!
So, Steven and I had our first time Small Mouth fishing trip, and it was a success! I even caught a big Rainbow trout. Then I went back two weeks later with my co-worker Lewis, and he got his first NC Smallie, and I caught a larger smallie than usual, close to 2 lbs I think.. New River, NC
My First Smallie (small mouth bass)
My first Red Eye (Big Mouth or Rock Bass)
So, I thought it was going to be a huge Smallie, NOT.. It was a big rainbow!
Chub a wub bub.
Sucker fish.. huge!
Monster Small Mouth, from our usual size! this was my second trip there with Lewis.
Here’s Lewis with his first NC Small Mouth, congrats bro!!
So, I’ve been meaning to get some pictures up of friends doing their personal outdoor adventures! Enjoy;
Here’s one of our local outdoor pros, Josh is the go to guy at our local Dick’s Sporting Goods store here in Greensboro, NC. Hey, if you visit the store, ask him how that Tuna trip went! Man he has a story he can tell you about that Hammer Head shark..
Ha, little man J, he wanted to do a 3D target for his BB riffle practice, he’s getting ready for squirrel season with this piece of art. I asked him if it was a fox?, and he looked at me funny…(Yes Dad, duh) I love my son, he’s so creative.
Tell you what, Nay and I are solid when it comes to bow fishing, stalking Tilapia from the bank with traditional bows. I know of no one else that can hunt these fish like we do. I mean, HUNT, for real.
Walking in the woods, stalking Tilapia from the banks may be a bit on the danger side, never know which snake you may run into, maybe a Copperhead, maybe a cotton mouth.. maybe Nay will just take it out like a champ.
Here are some shots.
See, Nay had it good, he got to carry the bows. I HAD TO CARRY ABOUT 75 lbs of fish on a STICK.. REALLY?.. Man what a dag gone walk, about 2 miles of it. HAHA, that stick was bent! and so was my dag gone back!
This is the first Turkey I’ve ever called in, and harvested in NC.
So, I went out at about 10 am on the first day of the season for 2014. I know it’s a bit late in the morning, but I got in at 2:30 am from a night Tilapia bow fishing trip and was too sleepy to wake up before 9am. I had set up in the thickets by a swamp where I’ve seen them in the winter, but after calling for an hour, I got board and walked up to a ridge where a tree stand was set up for the deer season that just past. I noticed two trees next to each other that provided great shade from the sun, and sat down.
It was hot, but the shade and the moist cold ground was soothing, the other spot I was sitting in had sticks and twigs pinching all the nerves on my legs as I sat. This part had nice shade and just leaves, which kept the ground real cool and it also offered good concealment. As soon as I placed the call in action, I heard a Tom gobble somewhere really far. It was far enough that it sounded like a faint whisper. I called again, and he gobbled back, it was ON! After a 10 minute dance with the king of birds, I knew he was on his way, as his echoing strut would gradually become clearer and louder.
He barely came into the woods at about 30 yards, when I suddenly turned my head. A big no-no, as he was there, looking at me. I feared he spotted me while we were eye to eye, but I think the shade and my quick action to put a set of hen clucks calmed his curiosity. He puffed up and gobbled as he walked behind several small trees to my right. That was my chance, I quickly shuffled my feet to the right. Those leaves were so loud, I felt as if I would spook him, so I clucked again while taking my Benelli Montefeltro off safe. It felt like 2 hours had passed, and I feared he would move on. That’s when it happened, he moved just a bit to the left, which provided me a 12 inch gap between all the trees, and I squeezed. After a loud pop, he dropped and I had harvested my first ever Turkey, which I intentionally called in. Amazing.