Showing posts with label Alabama hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alabama hunting. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Happy memories and the marching on of time

Hunting is often about more than just the hunt.  Before humans had the ability to pass on knowledge through written word they used stories and dancing.  As a kid I loved nothing more than to sit around the old wood stove at the hunting camp and listen to stories from the elders about hunts from the past.  My dad would tell me the story of killing the 12 point buck when he was 12 years old.  And then there was the story of old Billy Phillips, or "Red Man" as he was called, shooting the buck and then finishing it off with a stick to save bullets.  Our freezers may empty out over the summer but the stories from the past year remain strong in our memories.  And it is not just hunting stories; on a   beach fishing trip to Fort Morgan Alabama, someone who will remain nameless fought a 10' piece of carpet for an hour swearing it was a "Monster Red Fish".  It's just another memory now but the retelling only makes the moment live on forever.
 George Byrd with a deer he killed in the 1980's. 
That's me (Shelby Byrd) in the back of the truck.

 Growing up, our family helped to found a hunting club.  Most of the members didn't join for the hunting, they were there for the escape, the opportunity to swap stories and just get away.  One member had a grill strapped down on his tailgate and grilled while hunting.  Some guys spent all day playing on the C.B. radio.  And man talk about entertainment, give 30 people a C.B. and just sit back and listen, it gets very interesting.  Everyone had a C.B. handle, or name.  Dad was Hummingbird and still to this day walking through Walmart someone will call out "What's going on Hummingbird".
 Kentucky Bucks.
Jeff Slaughter, Shelby Byrd, Joe Perkins.

Now a days the hunting has changed for my family but the stories remain.  Now we take a trip to Kentucky several times a year and get caught up on all the old memories on the 7-8 hour ride.  I enjoy hearing my buddy Tim relive the days when he was chasing deer on the back side of the old Bond farm.  My friend Jeff tells the story of the first deer he remembers seeing on his motorcycle on the back side of the Slaughter farm.  He thinks to days back when he was young and deer were rare in the area.  Things change with time, but the stories remain. 
 Tim Bond with a monster buck.  The year Tim killed this deer he shot at 5 different deer with a bow before picking up his rifle.
Back to the C.B radio, have you ever hunted with a guy called Booger?  How about Lucky Strike or Thunderbird, maybe Hondo or Rockin "H"? These old nicknames may be a thing of the past but they still hold a spot in many of our memories.  These days I'm trying to introduce my daughter and wife to the hunting and fishing culture that I grew up enjoying.  I hope that they will find the same joy I have experienced.  My daughter loves for me to tell her a story from when I was a little boy each night at bed time.  She's heard most of them before, several times, but she still seems captivated each time and wants to hear more.  "Daddy is it too late for a story?" 
Shelby, Jennie and Emily Byrd.

What are your favorite hunting memories, stories from a time gone by,
 or tall tales about hunting or fishing?

Questions or Comments
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Shelby Byrd

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Primos Ultra 35 Game Camera

I got my hands on a new game camera this week and plan to deploy it in Kentucky in early October.  I'm going to set the camera up and place some of the ConQuest Scent Products near by.  The camera is a Primos Ultra 35 Truth Cam.  This camera is a last years model and comes in at a good price point. Academy Sports has it on sale at $99.00 and it's regularly $119.00.  Primos now has a Truth Cam Ultra 46 that's priced around $150.00.  The Ultra 35 claims to have a 9 month battery life on the 8 AA batteries.  It also has a video mode that records audio as well.  And an HD Time Lapse Photo mode which might be fun to use in long range application where the motion sensor might not be tripped. 

Do you have a favorite Camera that you like to use at a value price? 
Questions or Comments?
Shelby Byrd

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Wrong way to deer hunt. Do Not Try This


A friend sent me this story on email it's been around for a while but I still laugh every time I read it.  I've been told it's an Urban Legend.  If you know the author please share his name, I'd like to give him credit for this fantastic story. And remember don't try this at home, I don't think it's legal anyway.

    I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. 
I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. 
The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it.  It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope - and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. 
That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer - No Chance! That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this since the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head had mostly blinded me. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. 
I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between that deer and me. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back. 
Did you know that deer bite? 
They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go.A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw
back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. 
It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was
likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be
questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the
tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that
rope loose. 
That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. 
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their
back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are
surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a
horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the
best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move
towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can
escape. 
This was not a horse. This was a deer.  So obviously, such trickery would not
work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I
screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been
told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is
a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so
different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as
evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the
head and knocked me down.Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do
instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are lying there
crying like a little girl and covering your head. 
I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I
know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope.  Sort of
even the odds!! 
All these events are true so help me God.... 

An Anonymous Educated Farmer




Thursday, July 4, 2013

Loving family and life outside

I've decided to start a Blog on something I'm passionate about-Whitetail Deer Hunting.  I've hunted from the time I could walk with my father and family.  I now enjoy taking my little girl in the woods and introducing her to the outdoors.  Through this Blog I plan to help share adventures I've had in the past and present.  I hope to show you photos of my friends and family spending time outdoors.