I have started a satellite blog comprised of all of my latest hunting pictures.
You can link to it via the words The Jayhawk's Quarry to the right.
It is still a work in progress, so you can expect some changes in the near future.
Thank you.
Showing posts with label Hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hunting. Show all posts
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
While We Were Sleeping...
...a wee spike-buck made it's way into our yard, and it destroyed that little tree's brother (out of view).
The date stamp is incorrect, so we're going to have to fix it.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Rights Not Enumerated IV
I've dropped another thirty five dollars towards a trophy wall by purchasing my archery tag for deer season this year, as today is the first day of deer season for muzzleloader and archery.
Back in the 1700's, deer season often included onions and salt. Today though, hunting seasons are one more way Big Brother squeezes us out of more of our own money.
Yesterday, I got my archery tag at Wal*Mart. The odd thing was that I to wait for about ten minutes before someone eventually showed themself.
After another ten minutes, I got my little little green card to sign; the same card that says: "We give you permission to go hunting on your own property."
I've already gotten my makeshift stand set up, though it needs a bit more work.
I'm not going hunting until it's colder and the bucks have rid themselves of their velvet, which may take a while due to Global Warming.
Then again, Global Cooling may speed up that process.
'Course, when you take Global Temperature Stagnation into consideration, natural cycles could go on indefinitely.
Back in the 1700's, deer season often included onions and salt. Today though, hunting seasons are one more way Big Brother squeezes us out of more of our own money.
Yesterday, I got my archery tag at Wal*Mart. The odd thing was that I to wait for about ten minutes before someone eventually showed themself.
After another ten minutes, I got my little little green card to sign; the same card that says: "We give you permission to go hunting on your own property."
I've already gotten my makeshift stand set up, though it needs a bit more work.
I'm not going hunting until it's colder and the bucks have rid themselves of their velvet, which may take a while due to Global Warming.
Then again, Global Cooling may speed up that process.
'Course, when you take Global Temperature Stagnation into consideration, natural cycles could go on indefinitely.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Just Clocking In
All of this nasty weather is really cramping my style! It has been overcast and rainy all day, so I haven't fully gotten my dove hunting fix. No doves have been downed, yet. Of course, about two dozen doves are just down the road, always out of reach, save a few stragglers. (No joke, I think they know my address!)
I've been able to get in a little archery practice this past week; I've gotten decent groupings at the fifteen-yard peg, so if I ever get back out there again, I'll set my twenty-yard sights.
You may expect another "Rights Not Enumerated" posting within the next week. As deer season approaches, so approaches licensing, fees, interrogation, obligation, identification, among many other "-ations". Blog fodder, all of it.
What else can you expect, though? I'm an angry American!
I'm as mad as Blazes, and I'm not going to take this anymore!
(Pardon my Slavic.)
I've been able to get in a little archery practice this past week; I've gotten decent groupings at the fifteen-yard peg, so if I ever get back out there again, I'll set my twenty-yard sights.
You may expect another "Rights Not Enumerated" posting within the next week. As deer season approaches, so approaches licensing, fees, interrogation, obligation, identification, among many other "-ations". Blog fodder, all of it.
What else can you expect, though? I'm an angry American!
I'm as mad as Blazes, and I'm not going to take this anymore!
(Pardon my Slavic.)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Rights Not Enumerated III
I stood in line at the Sporting Goods counter at Wal*Mart again, this time for the final scrap of paper that allows me to hunt. The clerk was about twenty years old, probably a college student.
My Dad went too; he needed a Hunting License and HIP Stamp, while I only needed the stamp.
The clerk first asked Dad for his ID, then began the mandatory interrogation:
"How many geese did you shoot last year?"
"None."
"Any ducks?"
"No."
"Rails?"
"No."
"Snipe?"
"No."
"Woodcocks?"
"No."
"Quail?"
"No."
"Doves?"
"No."
"Sandhill Cranes?"
"No."
The clerk then handed him his new papers, and turned to me to ask for my ID.
I gave him my Apprentice License, and he proceeded to ask me the same questions as before, but he stopped himself when he saw my eyes glaze over.
"I'm required to ask you the same questions."
"Well, I didn't shoot anything last year. I did even worse than he did!"
At that he quipped, "So, they shot back at you, huh?"
He finally gave me my little card, so now I'm done with it...until I go for my deer tag in a few weeks, and then my Hunter Education Card either next month or this time next year!
Anyway, Monday begins the great dove hunting season, and I'm sure to drop a few. Many people would say "harvest a few", but I don't have to be PC on my own blog.
I may post a video of my hunting adventures...we'll see.
My Dad went too; he needed a Hunting License and HIP Stamp, while I only needed the stamp.
The clerk first asked Dad for his ID, then began the mandatory interrogation:
"How many geese did you shoot last year?"
"None."
"Any ducks?"
"No."
"Rails?"
"No."
"Snipe?"
"No."
"Woodcocks?"
"No."
"Quail?"
"No."
"Doves?"
"No."
"Sandhill Cranes?"
"No."
The clerk then handed him his new papers, and turned to me to ask for my ID.
I gave him my Apprentice License, and he proceeded to ask me the same questions as before, but he stopped himself when he saw my eyes glaze over.
"I'm required to ask you the same questions."
"Well, I didn't shoot anything last year. I did even worse than he did!"
At that he quipped, "So, they shot back at you, huh?"
He finally gave me my little card, so now I'm done with it...until I go for my deer tag in a few weeks, and then my Hunter Education Card either next month or this time next year!
Anyway, Monday begins the great dove hunting season, and I'm sure to drop a few. Many people would say "harvest a few", but I don't have to be PC on my own blog.
I may post a video of my hunting adventures...we'll see.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Belligerent Vermin
Our small farm has been plagued over the past year by filthy scoundrels of all sorts: cats, coons, and coyotes. (Also possums, but I didn’t want to interrupt the alliteration.)
The dirty thieves have been making off with egg and chick alike.
We’ve nabbed a few of the wily intruders, such as a couple of cats and a few possums, rest their souls. But the one critter yet to be whipped is the infamous coyote.
Those rascals have made several appearances over the past several months, with us never even knowing they were there until we looked out the window.
The first time we saw one, it was just standing there outside the window, looking for the weaker prey item.
We chased after it (anyone who‘s ever tried to nab a coyote knows how that usually goes), but to no avail. We may have hit him on the run with our small-arms fire, but if we did, it didn’t show. The next time we saw one, it was making off with a small chicken in the front yard. It too got away.About a week ago, my Dad was casually going to and fro outside when a commotion of clamoring chickens startled him. Sure enough, running right for him was a hen being chased by a coyote. Not wanting to leave the chicken to be eaten, instead of running inside to get a gun, he rushed towards the coyote. The old song-dog saw him coming towards him and casually trotted away; that’s a bad sign.
That coyote should have darted away instead of trotting.
Oh well, the more brazen they are, the easier it will be to drop them.
The next time such a haughty mongrel appears, he will be met with the resounding clash of arms.
Check back for updates.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Rights Not Enumerated II
I finally attained my Apprentice License today, so that I can at least go dove hunting before I take the Hunter Education Course.
Of course, I forgot that I left all my relevant ID at home, so I thought that I would have to get it another time. My Dad told me that I was already in the computer, so I could probably just give them my Social Security number and get it anyway. I agreed to try it.
This all took place at the Sporting Goods section at Wal*Mart, so I got an inexperienced dude that never did anything like this before. I never have forgiven Wal*Mart for them halting the sale of firearms, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
After typing around on his computer for awhile, he asked if I had any ID, and I answered “No,”.
He typed awhile longer and asked for my Social Security number.
I told him my number, hoping no one of questionable legal status was listening in.
BTW, what’s the Spanish word for “eavesdropping”?
He asked for my date of birth, and I told him, “August 30, 1991.”.
He stopped typing and gently shook his head saying, “Um…uh… that would be…uh…”
I knew what he was stammering on about, he couldn’t think of the system format number for August 30.
Dad eventually said, “That would be: 08/30/91.”
“Oh, yeah.”
He typed some more, and eventually printed out the license. I signed it, and after the twenty dollars and fifty cents worth of filthy lucre changed hands, the deed was done.
Dad remembered only after we got home that before I go hunting, I have to get an HIP Stamp for hunting doves. That amounts to an extra fifty cents worth of filthy lucre, to be forfeited another day.
And so, I have thusly realized that the whole of state-run hunting is a racket.
Basically, I have begged my owners for permission to go hunting.
The governor (read: Marxist Dictator) of Kansas, Kathleen Sebelius, is anti-hunter, so I must plead to my overlords in order to hunt:
“Mother Superior, may I please go a-hunting?”
“Have you successfully passed the running of the gauntlet?”
“Yea.”
“Have you given tithe unto the State?”
“Yea.”
“Have you rendered unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s?”
“Yea, threefold.”
“Then you may hunt, my child, after you pay the Agent Fee.”
Of course, I forgot that I left all my relevant ID at home, so I thought that I would have to get it another time. My Dad told me that I was already in the computer, so I could probably just give them my Social Security number and get it anyway. I agreed to try it.
This all took place at the Sporting Goods section at Wal*Mart, so I got an inexperienced dude that never did anything like this before. I never have forgiven Wal*Mart for them halting the sale of firearms, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
After typing around on his computer for awhile, he asked if I had any ID, and I answered “No,”.
He typed awhile longer and asked for my Social Security number.
I told him my number, hoping no one of questionable legal status was listening in.
BTW, what’s the Spanish word for “eavesdropping”?
He asked for my date of birth, and I told him, “August 30, 1991.”.
He stopped typing and gently shook his head saying, “Um…uh… that would be…uh…”
I knew what he was stammering on about, he couldn’t think of the system format number for August 30.
Dad eventually said, “That would be: 08/30/91.”
“Oh, yeah.”
He typed some more, and eventually printed out the license. I signed it, and after the twenty dollars and fifty cents worth of filthy lucre changed hands, the deed was done.
Dad remembered only after we got home that before I go hunting, I have to get an HIP Stamp for hunting doves. That amounts to an extra fifty cents worth of filthy lucre, to be forfeited another day.
And so, I have thusly realized that the whole of state-run hunting is a racket.
Basically, I have begged my owners for permission to go hunting.
The governor (read: Marxist Dictator) of Kansas, Kathleen Sebelius, is anti-hunter, so I must plead to my overlords in order to hunt:
“Mother Superior, may I please go a-hunting?”
“Have you successfully passed the running of the gauntlet?”
“Yea.”
“Have you given tithe unto the State?”
“Yea.”
“Have you rendered unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s?”
“Yea, threefold.”
“Then you may hunt, my child, after you pay the Agent Fee.”
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Rights Not Enumerated
In 2004, it was Kansas law that one must have a “Bowhunter Education Card” to get a license to hunt with a bow legally. To attain such a card, one must attend the “Bowhunter Education Course”. The courses ran for 10 to 12 hours, and took place in a classroom.
So, attend I did. My Dad and I both went to the Hunter Indoctrination Center to become good subjects of the crown.
For 10 to 12 hours (everything went blank for awhile, so I’m not sure.), we sat and listened to the instructors explain how nobody knows how to hunt, only professionals; nobody knows anything about the outdoors, only trained personnel; nobody knows anything about “Shot Placement”, only Medical Doctors and Anatomists.
Ignorant though we were, we received professional help to overcome our stupidity and unethical tendencies.
“Redundancy” was their motto (no joke; I‘m dead serious.), and with this motto, they admittedly and deliberately said the same thing over and over and over, to break through the wall of our stubbornness.
Thank you for being there, my loving Government! I could have never hunted the right way without you!
*Brainwashing wearing off*
In 2007, it became no longer necessary to take the Bowhunter Education Course to go hunting.
To think: I could have waited.
Oh well, at least nobody else has to take that bad old course, right?
Not so fast, you rebellious snippet!
It is now required to take a “Hunter Education Course” in order to attain a Hunting License for anyone 16 years or older. Courses are required to last at least 10 hours, with some averaging 12. Having taken a Bowhunter Education Course and owning a Bowhunter Education Card, I don’t have to take the course, do I?
Yes, I do. Anyone between the ages of 16 and 50 must have a Hunter Education Card to get any Hunting License; Bowhunter Education Card notwithstanding.
I may be attending the very same building that I did for Bowhunting, when I turn myself in for indoctrination.
I’m going it alone this time, as my Dad does not have to attend. I’ll take notes while I’m there, for blogging purposes.
They may try to parent me while I’m there, and act like I'm their child, but I’ll just tell them I already have a Father and he already taught me how to hunt.
As I’m dragged into the indoctrination room, perhaps my compatriots-in-arms and I will be singing “America, the Beautiful”, as a final insult to their Socialist scheme.
If I don’t return, remember my final words:
“Avenge me, boys -- AVENGE ME!!!”
UPDATE: 8/12: I have decided to take a detour on the Road of Misery, and will be purchasing an Apprentice License, which exempts me from taking a course. Said license may only ever be purchased once, and lasts only until the end of the year. There will be no local Hunter Education classes until October, and I'm going dove hunting in September, so I'm all but forced to do this! You will have to wait until next year to get the full report of the Hunter Indoctrination class, as I will not be attending.
So, attend I did. My Dad and I both went to the Hunter Indoctrination Center to become good subjects of the crown.
For 10 to 12 hours (everything went blank for awhile, so I’m not sure.), we sat and listened to the instructors explain how nobody knows how to hunt, only professionals; nobody knows anything about the outdoors, only trained personnel; nobody knows anything about “Shot Placement”, only Medical Doctors and Anatomists.
Ignorant though we were, we received professional help to overcome our stupidity and unethical tendencies.
“Redundancy” was their motto (no joke; I‘m dead serious.), and with this motto, they admittedly and deliberately said the same thing over and over and over, to break through the wall of our stubbornness.
Thank you for being there, my loving Government! I could have never hunted the right way without you!
*Brainwashing wearing off*
In 2007, it became no longer necessary to take the Bowhunter Education Course to go hunting.
To think: I could have waited.
Oh well, at least nobody else has to take that bad old course, right?
Not so fast, you rebellious snippet!
It is now required to take a “Hunter Education Course” in order to attain a Hunting License for anyone 16 years or older. Courses are required to last at least 10 hours, with some averaging 12. Having taken a Bowhunter Education Course and owning a Bowhunter Education Card, I don’t have to take the course, do I?
Yes, I do. Anyone between the ages of 16 and 50 must have a Hunter Education Card to get any Hunting License; Bowhunter Education Card notwithstanding.
I may be attending the very same building that I did for Bowhunting, when I turn myself in for indoctrination.
I’m going it alone this time, as my Dad does not have to attend. I’ll take notes while I’m there, for blogging purposes.
They may try to parent me while I’m there, and act like I'm their child, but I’ll just tell them I already have a Father and he already taught me how to hunt.
As I’m dragged into the indoctrination room, perhaps my compatriots-in-arms and I will be singing “America, the Beautiful”, as a final insult to their Socialist scheme.
If I don’t return, remember my final words:
“Avenge me, boys -- AVENGE ME!!!”
UPDATE: 8/12: I have decided to take a detour on the Road of Misery, and will be purchasing an Apprentice License, which exempts me from taking a course. Said license may only ever be purchased once, and lasts only until the end of the year. There will be no local Hunter Education classes until October, and I'm going dove hunting in September, so I'm all but forced to do this! You will have to wait until next year to get the full report of the Hunter Indoctrination class, as I will not be attending.
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