First off as unbelievable as it might sound I'm not trying to offend anyone :nofgr:. Unbelievable is in the mind of the person seeing, hearing or witnessing an event of some kind. You guys can tell me stories about so many different animals that I don't got here it's unbelievable. I have to believe the stories until I learn enough about the subject to make a better decision. To me area and time spent in it will dictate the believability of many a tale. If we were to have a coyote calling contest on this forum believe it or not I'm not going to come in last :nofgr: I probably won't finish first either and that is as it should be. I can't claim to be a good coyote caller just because the area I hunt/live has so many coyotes in it I have to shhoo them out of the way to sit down. I can't claim to be a good shot cause I ain't. I personally have seen over 20 coyotes coming off a bait/dead pile many times. Unbelievable some will say and I could care less as this what I see. I have shot four from one stand [within a half mile of my house] and retrieved them all[I do got to admit that shooting five and not retrieving any is tough to take but I'll believe it until something better comes along]. There is a lot of bickering going on for what reason I don't know but I feel I'm part to blame so with that said I'd like to give Dan Carey a personal apology right now for the mini attack I did on him. I was probably out of line but I did what I did[Was kinda/sorta fun] and can't change it. So sorry Mr. Carey. How many of you can say you have seen more than a hundred coyotes in a day? I can and many times, unbelievable some will say, but only because they don't live or do what I do. Lets try and keep a friendly board fellows and if you don't want that then right here on this thread is the place to have at 'er as I won't mind at all. Remember there are no swimming coyotes, right :wink:.
Barry i agree. and the story about a hundred coyotes in a day i believe you Barry and I would not get on here and call you a liar :yoyo:
I believe every bit of that Barry. But one of the biggest reasons is because you have showed over and over and over what kind of person you are. The person telling the story is 90% of the believability factor.
Another reason I believe it is, there is a lot of desolate land up there harboring coyotes. Every acre down here in the lower 48 is so tightly woven with permission and ownership restrictions, and hunting pressure, that the high call in numbers are drastically reduced.
Jim there is a lot of desolate land up here as you claim but right where I am we don't consider it desolate just unoccupied. We had more people living in this M.D.[County to you guys I think] in 1930 than now. The simple fact that I have spent my entire life working outdoors[except for that four hour stretch that I hated so much I quit] lets me see this country and whats in it. I know that if anyone believes hard enough that you can't call in 12 coyotes so that you can see them from one stand should contact me and I'll make a deal. They come up here for three days in September and I'll take them calling[not hunting] and if in those three days I can't get them to see twelve coyotes from one set I'll pay all their expenses. If they do see twelve[or more] from one set then they will pay my expenses on a trip to where ever they come from to allow me to see a called in turkey cause I ain't seen it so it would almost be unbelievable to me.
not to get off topic but you brang back a couple memories
Barry you will know what i am talking about because were you live,,
I had a guy up north have 3 bulls fall though the ice why i was in town. with the help of a loader and trailer one bull went to the 1100 road and the next about 12 miles away and the last one up on the 5200 road.
well you know what I did for 2 days.. yep back and fourth. with a crazy anticipation going though my mined of what will be there this time :eyebrownod:it truly amazing not only how many coyote you can see on a good bait but that they are there every time you go back :eyebrownod: :eyebrownod:
funny story,, I would park about 1/4 mile from the bait and sneak up and shoot as many as i can and being the bait was in a large cut block it was more then one most the time, it seamed that one always had to stop to take a look at what just happened . but as i was walking up a young coyote (really small dog) walked by me with a bone 1/2 the size of him at about 15 feet and just gave me a look as to say good day sr.
I will never forget how he just trotted by staring at me with that big a$$ bone..
lots of guy dont know just how fast a 1000lb bull can turn into fur and bones
i believe :yoyo:
I have heard of guys saying they seen over 40 coyotes coming from one bush that has been a spot for a deadpile/bait for years. I believe cause I wasn't there to count. One thing I find hard to believe was OKTrap holding up that dang snake :puke:. You can believe this forever, I will not be seen in a picture holding one of them vile creatures unless I have been txidermy'd :laf:
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Barry, if I ever get the chance...I would love to call a turkey with ya......
Warning: I will tell some old turkey stories.......and I believe them to be true....
Showing you would be more fun though.... :eyebrownod:
I wish I had come up this spring.....maybe next ....as I would love to call and photo some yotes with ya.....Time will have to tell.
Barry, I'll miss on purpose so you only come in second to last. :innocentwhistle:
Great post! :congrats:
Hey Barry
Sounds like you got more coyotes in your part of Canada than we got ticks at the LBL. :biggrin: And that is a lot!
Quote from: Todd Rahm on August 19, 2009, 08:31:07 PM
Barry, I'll miss on purpose so you only come in second to last. :innocentwhistle:
Ooooohhhhh to be among friends is
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I've got a lot of coyotes around me Semp but I think the bugs win this contest feelers down. That could have become almost unbelievable there Eh :whew:
Now you know how good I am with the puter to. Unbelievable Eh?
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Yep, I agree, you are pretty almost unbelievable, Barry. :nono:
Quote from: pitw on August 19, 2009, 09:41:08 PM
Quote from: Todd Rahm on August 19, 2009, 08:31:07 PM
Barry, I'll miss on purpose so you only come in second to last. :innocentwhistle:
Ooooohhhhh to be among friends is UNBELIEVABLE. :bowingsmilie: :bowingsmilie:
I've got a lot of coyotes around me Semp but I think the bugs win this contest feelers down. That could have become almost unbelievable there Eh :whew:
Here ya go Barry. I fixed it for ya. Belive it.......................................or not. :biggrin:
Thanks weedwalker :bowingsmilie: When folks help each other out good things come of it. :yoyo:
I'll make you one better Barry. Come on down here to my best places and if we call in 12 coyotes in a weekend, hunting daylight to dark, you are in trouble. I will consider you a good luck charm, tie your butt up and never let you go home. NOT EVER!!!! , well maybe in the summer time when I have no intentions of being bitten by ticks, chiggers, skeeters, copperheads and rattlesnakes. :nono:
You would have to consider this your winter home and I can guarantee you better weather than where you are. :eyebrownod:
Thanks for the invite Bop but I don't know of a place with better weather :wink: I mean how could anyone think there is something better than sitting on a wind swept knoll at -40F. My luck we'd call in 13 and I'd miss 'em all :madd:
Quote from: pitw on August 21, 2009, 02:48:26 AM
Thanks for the invite Bop but I don't know of a place with better weather :wink: I mean how could anyone think there is something better than sitting on a wind swept knoll at -40F. My luck we'd call in 13 and I'd miss 'em all :madd:
When I was a kid, I spent two winters in Northern Wyoming. It would dip down into those - x F stuff and the local radio station would call a "Brass Monkey Alert".
"Alert, ...........all brass monkeys are flying south. " I'm sure you heard the expression, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey".....yes?
I'll keep my zero degree weather now. :wink:
Quote from: Bopeye on August 21, 2009, 06:19:28 AM
Quote from: pitw on August 21, 2009, 02:48:26 AM
Thanks for the invite Bop but I don't know of a place with better weather :wink: I mean how could anyone think there is something better than sitting on a wind swept knoll at -40F. My luck we'd call in 13 and I'd miss 'em all :madd:
When I was a kid, I spent two winters in Northern Wyoming. It would dip down into those - x F stuff and the local radio station would call a "Brass Monkey Alert".
"Alert, ...........all brass monkeys are flying south. " I'm sure you heard the expression, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey".....yes?
I'll keep my zero degree weather now. :wink:
Welearned long aga not to store our balls on the brass monkey :doh2: There are better places for them things[believe it]. :wink:
Don't have a dog in this scrap but appreciate the folks involved and the various views. It is kind of interesting that people need to brag on the 'net sometimes and inflate things. That's part of the mix. Generally we can tell truth from fiction if we know the subject and more so if the author has many posts to evaluate. But it’s a sour life if we feel the need to call baloney on every slice we encounter.
It's also interesting that anybody cares. I know whether I did something or not, and being believed or not on the net is pretty low concern.
I had a fellow call me a liar on line one time about the body weights on northern mule deer. He was an experienced hunter from Colorado and he "knew" no mule deer could be as big as I posted. It is a natural human assumption to extrapolate our personal experience onto the rest of the world but it doesn't work when we run into a piece of the world way different from our home turf. No ruffled feathers here. His opinion and "knowledge" didn't change the weights of the bucks nor the antlers on my wall. A hunter from Ft. St. John casually chimed in a day or so later with bigger weights than I'd posted.
If we have a life, internet stuff doesn't matter much. Like many of you, I do a lot of stuff I don't post about. I'm not sure why but partly it just doesn't feel seemly to gush too much nor live my life on the ‘net, if that makes any sense. Yet I enjoy the casual banter and exchange of info, and especially stories of the unusual or noteworthy in some small personal way, etc.
It adds nothing tangible but FWIW the most coyotes I've seen on one dead beef is nine. I could believe 40. The most killed from one stand that I personally know about is seven, killed by a cold eyed professional wolfer friend of mine. I've no idea how many is the most I've seen in one day but I recall seeing 11 coyotes in a nine mile drive along a frozen lake in February, all of them out on the lake ice in midday. Mating season. I don't always take pics, since getting a good picture takes time and hassle.
Got back at 1:00 am from a trip that included fly fishing for rainbows in the 6-8 lb. range. Next week is an appointment with a moose, hoping that my brother-in-law gets the shot this time. Meanwhile, Bopeye’s stories are my favorites on the other thread.
WOW :bowingsmilie: :bowingsmilie:
AMEN my brother from another mother :bowingsmilie: catch a big rainbow 4 me :yoyo:
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We have the standard 6-ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me; I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had; made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8-ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6-hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.
It seems as though I hadn’t remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I'm standing there, I’ve got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece-of-shit lawnmower was fighting over who would control my electrical impulses. Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you’re all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those piece-of-shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8-foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I’m thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!
Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest, I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die’. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner’s right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, and standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day.... He left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire. I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3- Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4- My left eye will not open.
5- My right eye will not close.
6- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
7- My nuts are still smaller than average, yet they are almost a foot long.
8- I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don’t understand this???).
That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.
The good news is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple-check before I ever mow the yard again.
Straycat, I'm wiping my tears away, and I think they are from laughing.
Straycat, sounds like a good plan! :bowingsmilie: :bowingsmilie:
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Stray, that was the funniest thing I've read in a looonnnggggg time! :roflmao: :roflmao:
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straycat,
Where's the pictures???
Jim
Stray having lived around them rotten, stinking, butt thumping and generally annoying fencers my whole life, I believe :laf: