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Post by Jim on Nov 10, 2017 7:28:13 GMT 9
Time for a fish story. Fishing off the northwestern tip of WA State at Cape Flattery I hooked something bug. I had no idea what it was as it would not come up to the surface. I was fishing with only 14 pound test line so I just had to play with it and see who tired out first. Over an hour later we got a look at it, and it was a big king salmon. Biggest on I'd seen caught. I was plum worn out from the constant fight and so was the salmon. As I kept the line tight the salmon turn toward the boat and I got its head raised a bit and my fishing buddy Rodney put the net in front of it and into the net it went. Almost half of the salmon was hanging out of the net. We'd caught many other salmon that day but none this big. 39 1/2 inches long and 45 pounds.
Sure glad you posted the picture with the story...... Same story different fish? Same fish different story?
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Post by Bullhunter on Nov 10, 2017 7:48:13 GMT 9
JIM, I guess you do your fishing at the local grocery or military commissary? Or at Mike's Fish & Chips in Payson.
I work to get my fish.
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Post by Jim on Nov 10, 2017 10:13:21 GMT 9
JIM, I guess you do your fishing at the local grocery or military commissary? Or at Mike's Fish & Chips in Payson.
I work to get my fish.
Hey!!!!! How did you know about Mikes Fish and Chips? Your living room is probably bigger than that place........ Haven't eaten there..... Actually, we go to the casino, where it has already been cleaned, filleted, baked and served on a hot plate........
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Post by Bullhunter on Nov 10, 2017 12:13:21 GMT 9
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Post by Jim on Nov 10, 2017 13:07:59 GMT 9
Ah so Deska neh Tomadachi
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Post by oswald on Nov 10, 2017 23:17:18 GMT 9
Ah so Deska neh Tomadachi Would you mind translating that for us simple minded people Jim? I read it but couldn't decipher it.
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Post by Jim on Nov 11, 2017 1:41:23 GMT 9
Ah so Deska neh Tomadachi Would you mind translating that for us simple minded people Jim? I read it but couldn't decipher it. Loosely translated Japanese (almost 50 years ago, when I was fairly fluent): Aha, that is true, friend.........
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Post by Bullhunter on Nov 11, 2017 11:47:18 GMT 9
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Here Belinda takes a beautiful section of wild salmon and puts lemons on it and a few spices. So much for wild taste.
Belinda and I had been married a short time and my friend Rick and I harvested a young bull elk in 1984. We spent days butchering it, and a deer also. Belinda asked me what I wanted for supper one night and I said, "Lets have fresh Elk Steak" she responded, "Elk it is" That night at the table I cut a nice bite of it, chewed it, and swallowed it. Should have kept my mouth shut, it was elk meat but the seasonings took the wild taste pretty much out of it. I just couldn't help myself and said loudly, "What the heck is this ?!?!" She softly responded, "Honey its Elk Steak" I just did not know enough to let it go and replied, " ELK, it tasted like beef from the commissary" Again Belinda responded softly, "Honey, I added a touch of seasoning salt for flavor." Again I had no clue what I was starting and said in a loud voice with our 3 young kids at the table, "I go hunting in the wilderness in all kinds of weather, shoot wild game, drag it out, haul it home, butcher it, too have wild meat - and you turn wild elk into beef." All I heard was, the G word. "Gary, next time you cook it for us the way you like it." She then sat down and started eating.
The Bull Elk harvested south of Mt. Saint Helens.
My sweet beautiful wife about the time this took place.
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Post by Jim on Nov 11, 2017 13:21:57 GMT 9
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Here Belinda takes a beautiful section of wild salmon and puts lemons on it and a few spices. So much for wild taste.
Belinda and I had been married a short time and my friend Rick and I harvested a young bull elk in 1984. We spent days butchering it, and a deer also. Belinda asked me what I wanted for supper one night and I said, "Lets have fresh Elk Steak" she responded, "Elk it is" That night at the table I cut a nice bite of it, chewed it, and swallowed it. Should have kept my mouth shut, it was elk meat but the seasonings took the wild taste pretty much out of it. I just couldn't help myself and said loudly, "What the heck is this ?!?!" She softly responded, "Honey its Elk Steak" I just did not know enough to let it go and replied, " ELK, it tasted like beef from the commissary" Again Belinda responded softly, "Honey, I added a touch of seasoning salt for flavor." Again I had no clue what I was starting and said in a loud voice with our 3 young kids at the table, "I go hunting in the wilderness in all kinds of weather, shoot wild game, drag it out, haul it home, butcher it, too have wild meat - and you turn wild elk into beef." All I heard was, the G word. "Gary, next time you cook it for us the way you like it." She then sat down and started eating.
The Bull Elk harvested south of Mt. Saint Helens.
My sweet beautiful wife about the time this took place. And you have been chewing elk hide ever since? After 54 years of not hunting and have forgotten how to really fish: Dry Fly for all species trout and trolling with wet flies on a single taper wet line and 7' leader and let the wind drift the canoe. Caught many pounds of Splake and landlocked Atlantic Salmon. Arizona, to me was never conducive to hunting or fishing...... TOOOOO DAMNED HOT to drag a dead carcass very far, and bass fishing isn't my idea of fishing out on a lake in 100 plus degrees where the sun blocker melts and runs into your eyes. Did she learn to cook your way? In NY and Maine my little freezer was always full of game of some sort.. Winter was good ice fishing in Maine, didn't need a freezer- just hang'em on the clothes line , right next to the laundry....... You should have loved being at Griffiss.......... Keep your stories coming, so I have ammo to pick on you...... (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Splake)
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Post by Bullhunter on Nov 12, 2017 6:49:13 GMT 9
Jim, too answer your question....."You should have loved being at Griffiss.......... " I enjoyed Griffiss quite a bit and fished Delta Lake. Spent most of my time going home to NE PA too work the farm and do plenty of hunting & fishing. And yes I'll share a few more stories.
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Post by Bullhunter on Nov 12, 2017 23:46:22 GMT 9
My first deer harvest was a big whitetail on the farm in PA. I was very young and not old enough too get a hunting license. My Dad had taught me about guns, hunting, wildlife, & safety as soon as I could walk & talk. So for several years before I was of age to get a Jr. License I hunted in the forest behind the house on the farm. After getting up early and helping to milk the cows I got my grandpa's model 1984 Winchester 32-40 cal. and headed off through the apple orchard, up the lane, and back to the ledges. I was sneaking along taking a few steps then stopping and listening for a minute before I took a few more steps ,as my Dad had taught me. I heard something and froze motionless. My eyes looking for movement or a straight line about 4 foot above the ground that would be a deer's back. Has I stood still a saw a big doe deer walk out from a path around the far side of the rock ledges. I raised my grandpa's 32-40 Winchester and put the open sights on the deer's front shoulder. I held my breath and slowly pulled the trigger. The old Winchester cracked out a bang and I witnessed the hair part about an inch behind the shoulder. I expected the deer to drop but it ran off. I got my dad and we tracked the deer about 50 yards and found it. We dragged it out near the road and we walked back to the house. My Uncle got his truck and he tagged the deer before we pulled it out of the woods and put it in the truck. I didn't mind as he had plenty of farm chores to do. Picture below is of the deer and my Uncle. We skinned it and let it hang for a few days, as it was pretty cold. It filled a big section in the freezer.
I first started hunting gray squirrels with a 410 gauge which grandma cooked up, and for fun I hunted the woodchucks (groundhogs) with a 22 cal rifle that made holes in the fields that damaged farm equipment.
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Post by LBer1568 on Nov 13, 2017 1:40:08 GMT 9
While I was growing up here in Ohio, we weren't allowed to shoot deer. In fact I very seldom saw any deer. But because they halted harvesting them for over 25 years the herds started returning. So after I returned to Ohio with my final assignment to WPAFB I got started hunting deer with my older brother and a bunch of cousins. The cousins lived in Athens County in SE Ohio. The farm was next to Fox Lake State Park which was open to Deer hunters. So every opening day we would take up sitting positions in ravens which came out of the public park lands. Back then you could only use shotgun with deer slugs. So we would hear a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang followed with the shouting of obscene language and sounds of deer moving at great speed. Sitting very quietly we would await the deer moving in front of us. We tagged more deer on those opening moments than the rest of the season. Since we were all family and friends we had an agreement that no one went home without a deer. So even if we wanted a nice rack, we would drop does if we had an opportunity. Then one of our team would use their tags to take home meat for winter. One season we had terrible weather for hunting. It was dry and warm. Best time was cold and snow over an inch. But we had gone several days with very poor results. I was still active duty and in fairly good condition so I was a driver. We would position several hunters at end of ravines and some of us would drive, by making noise and walking at steady rate. That would drive any deer in area ahead of us. Then the plan was for the sitters to drop any deer running out. Well this morning I was walking in heavy brush and not going fast enough to keep up with other drivers. So after a while I heard the drivers finishing the drive about 250 yards ahead of me. So I went on a lumber trail and started walking out to rejoin them. About that time I heard a roar of huffs coming towards me. I stopped and waited. All of a sudden at least 12 deer came running straight towards me. They had backtracked around the other drivers. I shot 2 deer as they ran towards me and 2 more as they passed and went past me. I yelled for some help and the guys came back to see why I emptied my gun. I ended up tagging one of the four does I downed. The other three went to family that didn't have any meat yet. As I look back at my 15 years or so of deer hunting, I can remember 3-4 of my cousins/friends who never bagged a deer, but would shoot a lot. Those were the same ones who would use a couple 5 packs of slugs "sighting in" their shotguns. My older brother and I never wasted any rounds "sighting in" a shotgun. But as with other things, I haven't gone out deer hunting in over 10 years now. Mostly because of my physical condition. The bad knee was primary issue, but now that I have had it replaced I am just too old to do any good. But yesterday I saw a pickup drive past me with two huge sets of antlers in back of truck. It's not gun season yet, but the bow hunters always harvest more deer. As a side note about 20 years ago they started allowing the use of high power pistols to hunt. That brought out the "dirty Harry" guys with 44 mags with scope. Then two years ago the started allowing the use of big bore rifles. But only straight line shells. So my 30-06 isn't allowed since it is a tapered shell. I never bagged any trophy deer, but my brother got a 212 point buck one year. It was best of county and in top ten for the state that year. And he got it within 100 yards of home we were staying in. It was laid up in a cluster of trees in open field, probably 15 yards in diameter.
Gary your thread brings back some great memories for an old guy like me. I fished a lot after retirement, but Ohio isn't famous for its big trophy bass. But we do get a few nice trout. The state started stocking trout, and stripped bass in most waterways and lakes about 25 years ago. I mostly do catch and release, but I manage to bring home a couple nice rainbow every now and then.
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Post by Bullhunter on Nov 13, 2017 8:12:31 GMT 9
Lorin, we did the drive and standing thing also. I hunted mostly by myself until I was old enough to get a hunting license unless the plan was to hunt the woods I was in. Then I got to join in. Deer hunting season was always the first Monday after Thanksgiving. Every year I missed school that Monday & Tuesday. We always hunted the River Hill as my Dad owned part of it, but we hunted the whole thing. We would drive the whole length of several miles. There was only usually two ways the deer went. One was down the hill deeper into my Dad's homestead or try to sneak between the drivers. They rarely went toward the river road and the Delaware River. I've seen deer swimming the river but not often. Anyway I was assigned a post stand. About 2 hours later I heard the faint sound of a drivers whistle (The whistle sound was made by blowing over the hole of a spent rifle shell). I spotted some deer coming and I raised my rifle. The deer stopped and started looking around. They either seen me move or smelled danger. I was close enough to try a head shot. I flinched as I pulled the trigger, but a deer fell dead. The others ran over the ridge and toward the river. I then heard my cousin over the ridge yell, "Gary you got a deer!" I yelled back, "I know, dropped it in its tricks right here!" He yelled back, "Your deer fell here as I was going to shoot at it!" Sure enough there was a blood trail over the ridge right to where that deer fell by my cousin. I had killed two deer with one shot. I tagged the deer on the ridge, but my cousin did not want to tag the deer that fell near him because he wanted to keep hunting. One of our friends hunting with us tagged it so he could get back to work.
The picture was taken in front of the farmhouse and down the road across the valley is the river hill.
This picture taken from my Dad's homestead looking at part of the river hill.
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Post by Bullhunter on Dec 4, 2017 2:03:10 GMT 9
This one knows how to hunt !
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Post by Bullhunter on Feb 4, 2018 2:20:55 GMT 9
ELM = Elk Lives Matter.
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Post by Bullhunter on Oct 23, 2018 15:36:00 GMT 9
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Post by LBer1568 on Oct 23, 2018 22:42:45 GMT 9
Fishing from back of car ferry? I could grill those fish for dinner. Lorin
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Post by Jim on Oct 24, 2018 0:03:47 GMT 9
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Post by pat perry on Oct 24, 2018 7:08:32 GMT 9
Fishing from back of car ferry? I could grill those fish for dinner. Lorin Best smoked Salmon I ever had was on the Oregon coast at Salishan Resort on a Xerox Recognition trip. Great memories! Pat P.
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Post by Bullhunter on Oct 27, 2018 6:38:39 GMT 9
This is the strangest stupidest crap I have seen in a long time from the liberal/progressive/democrats.
www.ptleader.com/news/north-olympic-orca-pod-stages-die-in/article_66d30b46-d71c-11e8-a43a-fb0531762138.html
I just had to send in a rebuttal. What do you think of it?
Leader article Oct 24th, North Olympic Orca Pod stages “die in.” This is such nonsense! Everything born has a life span. Humans and animals die of old age, still birth, and some have what is diagnosed as a failure to thrive. An Orca has a baby born dead, or dies shortly after birth; this is just a still born, crib death, or failure to thrive. Liberals democrats go off on a knee jerk reaction and call for the destruction of dams on the snake river without facts. Salmon make it up the fish ladders at dams quite well compared to the waterfalls in our rivers and streams. Let’s look at facts and not this bullcrap. Victoria B.C, Canada has been dumping raw sewage into Puget Sound for years ( www.crd.bc.ca/project/wastewater-treatment-project ) and will continue until at least 2020. Then there is the over abundance of sea-lions that feed on salmon because they have been protected for too many years. A sea-lion often only takes one bite out of a salmon, plus they damaged shellfish beds. They are no longer endangered. Shouldn’t there be a hunting season on them, let the Indians hunt them like their ancestors use to. There are too many gill nets in our rivers and streams. Then there is the pollution problem, including plastics, run off from city streets, sewage overflows, pesticides, fertilizer, household cleaners, etc. We have all seen video and photos of bears in waterways and at waterfalls catching salmon. Should we start increasing bear hunting season? Last but not least, the huge foreign fishing vessels & fleets inside American waters (https://www.csmonitor.com/1980/0617/061742.html ). Do not pay attention to knee jerk liberals and their nonsense, we want just the facts!
Gary H. Price
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