Showing posts with label Whitetail deer hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whitetail deer hunting. Show all posts

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Double Down all 8's

Well it's been a great week for my father George Byrd.  He was having a slow hunting season and it picked up in a big way on Wednesday evening.  He was able to harvest a nice Alabama 8 pt. buck on family land. 


George Byrd (Dad) with an 8 pt.
 
Then on Thursday evening he was back in the woods and took another nice 8pt with a kicker.  What's the old saying,  "Strike while the iron's hot"?  I think if I were him I'd be hunting again on Friday.
 
George Byrd with a tall rack buck.
 
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Shelby Byrd


Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Hunting with the Family.

This past weekend was a great time for me as a husband, father and outdoorsman.  It was a 3 day weekend for my family so I had a chance to spend some time outdoors.  I had a great time on Saturday taking my daughter to one of her classmates birthday party and hanging around the house.  On Sunday I had a chance to go hog hunting on the Mobile Tensaw Delta.  We found some great new places to hunt and found more deer sign than ever for the river swamp. 
 
 
It was a perfect day for river hunting.  Above is a picture of an Osprey Nest,  I'm guessing we saw 20 or more of these sea eagle dwellings along the banks of the river.  Several hunters had a good day and will soon be enjoying fresh pork.
 
 
On Monday evening I went hunting with Jennie and Emily behind our home on family property.  Jennie took her first deer and now she's hooked on hunting. 
 
Shelby, Jennie and Emily.
 
Emily in the shooting house.
 
Jennie with her deer.  She's come along way from growing up in New York to pulling the trigger on a deer in Stapleton. 
 
Our Boykin Spaniel puppy is getting bigger now and loves to play.  We bought him a big box of toys from Sam's Club and Jennie has had to sew them up already. He likes to see what's inside the toys and what makes them squeek.

Roscoe 18 weeks old.
 
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Shelby Byrd
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, September 8, 2013

Kentucky Bow Season.

Its official, bow season has kicked off in many parts of the country.  September 7th was the opening day in Western Kentucky and some friends of the blog have already kicked the season off.  Rej Jones was kind enough to share some pictures off his game cameras.  These pictures where captured on his new lease in Kentucky.  I'm sure he will keep the interstate hot this season after seeing what the new property holds.  Many people don't see the benefits of game cameras but I feel it can only help in deer herd management to know how many and what caliber deer frequent your property. Its a good idea to place cameras in feed areas and on isolated trails.  Often the larger bucks will shy away from any human scent in feeding areas and it may be easier to get a picture of them on a trail when your scent dissipates a few days after hanging your camera.  Do you have any thoughts or successes you would like to share with our viewers?  
Good long tines on this buck


Keep counting plenty of points.




This buck has a forked brow tine
10pt.

Good Luck Rej maybe you will be sending in a photo of you holding one of these nice racks.
Thanks for sharing the pictures.

Shelby Byrd

Monday, July 22, 2013

Average Joe?

A good friend Joe Perkins has been hunting in Western Kentucky for 10 years now.  He has had some great hunts over the years and has been very successful bringing back 5 wall hangers from 130 class to 160 class deer.  What makes this remarkable is this is not pay hunts he's going on.  Joe hunts with our group on privately owned and leased land.  He has a few traditions he lives by and they pay dividends for him.  He will never make the trip north without an ice chest full of shrimp.  The first year he took shrimp to Kentucky he killed the largest buck of his life.  Needless to say he is in a panic each year when the calendar turns to November to try to locate some fresh off the boat shrimp. 

Joe Perkins with 10 pt.

I wont give up all his tricks but check out some of his buck pictures from the last few years.


Joe Perkins


So come November if you see a truck north bound on the Interstate that appears to be the Beverly Hillbillies.  It might be the LA Hillbillies (Lower Alabama) loaded down with gear (shrimp, pecans, satsumas) and any other items that brought a little luck in the past.


If you guys run into Joe ask him to tell you about his cover scent.
He's definitely not your Average Joe when it comes to hunting.

by: Shelby Byrd
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Saturday, July 6, 2013

Blast From The Past

This is a story that I wrote back in 2006 and it was published in a local magazine (Great Days Outdoors).

                                                             Drawing in the Bucks

This past deer season I found myself with a little less time for hunting than in a normal year.  I’d made a commitment to take a nephew of mine deer hunting.  The season had almost slipped away before the opportunity presented itself.   Collin had come over to spend the day with me and his aunt.  We went fishing in the morning and caught a mess of nice bull bream and a few small bass.  After fishing Collin had the chance to pick which shooting house we would spend the afternoon in.  We walked over several food plots and checked a few trails.  When the scouting was over he chose to hunt the 5 acre grass field that always seems to draw plenty of does and yearlings.  The whole area was covered with tracks.   That afternoon we put on all the camouflage and loaded up on the cover scents.  We arrived at the green field about 3:00 and settled in with all the snack and drinks we could carry.  Before leaving the truck I picked up an old black marker and was unable to find any blank paper so my old depth finder manual got stuffed in the pocket for an art canvas.  As the afternoon crept by we ate our snacks and chugged down a couple of sodas which has a not so desirable side affect when hunting.  Needless to say the rear door on the hunting house got a work out early on in the afternoon. 
            Now we were full and a little more comfortable and it was time for a little tick tac toe.  This was a good way to pass the time while watching the rabbits play in the green field.  After I crowned myself the king of the Tic Tac Toe I told him I was the best and would be willing to put the title on the line against his 4 year old sister any ol’ time.  Collin took the marker back a started giving me an art lesson.  He drew a nice Bowie Knife, then a bass boat.  We saw a couple of does enter the north end of the field.  They fed a while and left for greener pastures.  Collin then drew me a picture of a nice Turkey.  About 30 minutes later a beautiful big Tom flew in and landed about 25 yards in front of the house we were in.  It scratched around for about 20 minutes before leaving.  I thought to myself man this has been a good hunt, figuring that Collin would have been asleep. Instead he got to see several animals.   When we got settled down from the turkey visit Collin went back to drawing.  We had filled the little 10 page manual with drawings.  I gave him a piece of plywood that was used to cover one of the openings on wet hunts.  He drew a picture of the hunting house we were sitting in and a few birds flying around with clouds in the background and a pretty 6 point buck.  He showed me the picture explaining what was going on.  He then proceeded to draw what looked to me like a SCUD Missile leaving the shooting house headed in the direction of the deer.
            I looked and laughed and thought man what an imagination.  The sun was starting to set and we were getting ready to gather our gear when we noticed a deer entering the field.  Collin grabbed the binoculars and took a quick look.  I stuck the missile launcher out the window and checked it with the scope.  It qualified so we decided to harvest the deer.  After getting on the ground and looking at the buck Collin said Uncle Shelby I drew a six point and you killed a six point, why didn’t I draw a 10 point.  I thought to myself why didn’t he draw me a new truck.