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Why I Love Bowhunting

daverichey February 16th, 2010

We still have two months of winter, all of spring and summer and one month of fall  before the autumn bow season opens, and waiting for the Oct. 1 opener is simply a case of mind over matter. What keeps me going during this lengthy wait? Well, it’s easy to stimulate my five senses on a daily basis.And, of course, memories of past hunts. I also savor the cooler air of the autumn woods, and knowing that soon the fall colored leaves will blanket the entire woods like a paintbrush, and then they will cover the ground like a blanket. Bow season means different things to all of us who hunt, and there are many blessings in each season and each day afield.

For me, bow hunting means sitting in a tree stand waiting for a buck. Shoot or don’t shoot — that’s always been a decision that only we can make. Chances are I won’t shoot in hopes of making my time in the woods last just that much longer.

Hunting a big buck in a thicket is great fun.

So, one asks, what will the upcoming bow season mean to me? It’s a bonanza of fall colors, ranging from gold through orange, purple, red and a brilliant yellow.

It also means the musty smell of the earth getting ready for winter, and the pungent odor of a passing skunk on a foggy night where visibility is minimal. It means sorting out the soft rustle of falling leaves, and identifying that distinctive sound of a deer moving slowly through dried leaves that crunch like old corn flakes underfoot.

It means continuous daily practice shooting at different angles and elevations with my bow, and taking test shots from elevated stands and at ground level. It’s hard to count the hours spent shooting from a cramped, sitting position to simulate an actual hunting situation. This is a big part of bow hunting, too.

It means fine tuning my bow and arrows for peak efficiency long before the season opener, unpacking, checking and repacking my backpack to make certain everything I may need is there, such as my compass, drag rope, knife, walkie-talkie or a cell phone, flashlight, extra broadheads and a spare spool of Game Tracker line.

I strongly believe the next sentence is true.

It’s said that hunting is 90 percent anticipation and 10 percent participation, and getting ready for the hunt is a major part of my anticipatory sport.

Bow season means more opportunities to watch deer and to judge their reactions to foreign odors, movement and sounds. It means watching bucks, does and fawns at various distances while they eat and travel. It means learning what movements or sounds should not be made while drawing a bow to avoid scaring deer.

October is a month of ecstasy, and obviously something I look forward to with a great deal of fondness. My senses are heightened by being outside after one of the world’s most wary game animals, and I live for this month and worship at the altar of bow hunting.

You see, I bow hunt for many reasons, and killing a deer isn’t the major one. I love venison and shoot deer every year, but the thoughts of tender venison chops and steaks isn’t the only reason I hunt. It’s just one part, albeit a big part, of the whole package.

I hunt October whitetails to avoid the people pressure of other fishing and hunting seasons, and I hunt because it makes me feel good. October is the loveliest of all months, and the chance to hunt deer during the year’s most perfect month, is a major reason why deer hunting has become so important to me.

I saw this buck three times one year but couldn’t get a good shot.

The hunt and the month just feels perfect to me. It’s a shame we must wade through the dreary months of April,  August and September to get there, and doing so only heightens our anticipation level. You’ll have to forgive me, but just thinking about the archery season has me so geeked up it’s probably a good thing I’m in my office chair rather than a tree stand.

I dread the day when rhis deeply felt anticipation is no longer there. That’s the day I’ll know my race has been run, and it’s time to cash in my chips. That is indeed a sad and sobering thought, but like it or not, it is as inevitable as the changing of the seasons.

Which is why it is so important to live and love every day for what the outdoors blesses us with, and for the wisdom to know what bountiful treasures we have and to use them wisely.

Possessing that bit of knowledge is a gift: share it with a loved one, and especially with a child. You’ll never regret that action.

Posted via email from Dave Richey Outdoors

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Practice Shooting & Let Little Bucks Walk

daverichey February 15th, 2010

The truest form of respect for the animals sportsmen hunt is the ability to make a clean, killing shot, whether with a bow, muzzleloader, pistol, rifle or shotgun.One thing that many anti-hunters get made about are wounded animals. I have people ask hunting question, and some of them are ill-prepared for a shot. A bad hit is the result of jittery nerves, buck fever and the inability to shoot straight when an opportunity presents itself.

People who regularly hunt make killing shots. Most of them hunt with a bow, even during firearm seasons, but others also hunt with a muzzleloader or center-fire rifle. When they aim at a deer, and pull the trigger, the animal goes down and dies quickly.

A pretty but young buck. Don’t shoot him.

There is no long, lingering chases to finish off the animal.. There is no long hours spent blood-trailing a deer for miles. There are no cases of someone taking a hasty shot, and blowing off a leg.

These hunters have one thing in common: they can shoot straight, and they don’t miss. One man shot seven bucks in seven seasons. Five were taken with a bow and none ran over 75 shots, and four were heart shot and the fifth was taken through both lungs.

The other two deer were taken with a flat-shooting rifle with a 140-grain pointed soft point. Both deer were hit low behind the front shoulder, and both deer died instantly where they stood.

Another man shot a big 10-point this past fall after he had hunted the animal into December. The buck made a mistake, walked past the hunter, and one arrow killed the buck. It went just over 50 yards and tipped over.

Learn to avoid some of these mistakes.

What do these men have that other sportsmen don’t? They have the patience to wait for a clear shot, and the ability to put an arrow or bullet in that spot, every time.

They practice shooting all season. The centerfire rifle usually doesn’t come out of the gun safe until just a week before the Nov. 15 firearm opener. They may fire a dozen shots before the season opener, and are equally familiar with their bow or firearm. They know when the rifle’s cross-hairs center the heart-lung area that the deer is dead but doesn’t know it just yet.

They know that when they put the red-dot bow sight behind the front shoulder of a buck, that animal will go down. They shoot regularly, never exceed their shooting abilities by taking long shots, and they know how and when to draw and shoot. The deer they shoot are unaware of danger because the hunter plays the wind every day.

These men are not casual hunters. They work hard to learn as much about deer as possible. They know how and where deer travel, and soon learn when the animals will come near their stand.

Allow little bucks like this to walk away.

They never take hurried shots, and never take a low-percentage shot. They know that tomorrow may offer a better shot, and are willing to wait until all conditions are in their favor. They never make a mistake when shooting game, and they respect those animals they hunt.

They never brag about their prowess, never make the deer appear dumb or stupid, and they never show the animal any disrespect. Many have learned over time that hunting means more than just killing, and also know that the meat from these animals will grace their table.

They know that hunting is something more, much more, than killing a small deer with tiny antlers. They are willing to pass up young bucks, knowing that in two or three years that buck will be the trophy buck of their dreams.

They are hunters, 365 days per year, and that is why they are so deadly in the autumn woods. They know that patience and practice is what makes them the supreme predator.

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Winter Trespass Problems

daverichey January 3rd, 2010

A friend told me today about an experience he'd had yesterday. He was heading back to hunt rabbits on his land, and spotted a snowmobile coming toward him down a wooded trail.

He stopped, the snowmobiler stopped, and he asked the guy what he was doing on private property. The gent, apparently not too swift on the uptake, said "snowmobiling."

"Don't you know it's illegal to trespass on private property?" he asked.

"Yep," came the reply.

No respect for posted property.

"Aren't you smart enough to learn to stay off private land, especially if you don't have permission?"

"Apparently not!"

The trespasser had turned off his engine, removed his helmet, and was a white-haired man that my friend estimated to be in his 60's. The trespasser was old enough to know better.

"I was planning to hunt that area you just road through," the hunter said.

"Oh, rabbit hunting, I'll bet."

A magnificent grasp of the obvious.

He said it was difficult to believe the guy was acting so weird. He asked if the snowmobiler had permission to be on the land, and the guy admitted he did not.

The hunter considered taking the snowmobile key and escorting the man to the landowner's house, and thought better of turning the situation into a confrontational situation.

The snowmobiler acted as it he wasn't terribly upset about spoiling the man's hunt or trespassing. The clown asked my friend if he owned the land, and he replied he did, and so the man wondered what the problem was.

"The problem," the hunter told the snowmobiler, "is that you've just illegally driven your sled across the area where I planned to hunt. Are you just being stupid or is this hunter harassment?"

"I not trying to harass anyone," he said. "I'm just out snowmobiling. I live down near Grand Rapids."

"How would you feel if some idiot drove a snowmobile across your land?"

"Wouldn't bother me a bit."

My friend sensed the man was either incredibly ignorant of the law or trying to push the situation into something nasty. The man seemed to have no remorse for breaking the law, and his actions seemed to indicate that he was prepared to defend his right to trespass on someone elses land.

My friend wanted to go hunting and didn't want to deal with the problem any further.

Get booted off the land.

"Get off my land and don't come back," he told the trespasser, who gave him a long sullen look. He nodded his head once in agreement, pulled on his helmet, and took off.

He crossed the woods trail onto more land owned by the same man that owned the land. This guy was either a man with absolutely no qualms about trespassing, was ignorant of all laws, or more likely, didn't care one way or the other.

Most snowmobilers I know are nice people. Me, I could care less for the things, but do not begrudge their use by law-abiding people. This man was a trespasser who clearly felt he could go wherever he wanted to go without asking permission.

It's such behavior that has made more and more northern people post their land against trespass. The landowner takes pride in his land, and doesn't want people running over it without first asking permission. He's tired of picking up litter left behind by snowmobilers, and weekly clears the area of beer and whiskey bottles and makes sure fires started in a remote part of his land by partying sledders is completely out. He tacks up more "No Trespassing" signs, but none of his actions does any good.

One trespass incident from 30 years ago.

Such people eventually run afoul of someone who acts and doesn't bother talking to trespassers. This friend, who isn't a violent man, recalled an incident years before when trespassers on snowmobiles kept running across his yard, ruining his newly seeded lawn and shrubs.

It went on for four nights, with him yelling at the trespassers, and on the fifth night he yanked the last snowmobiler in line off his sled by his face mask, and hung a stiff right jab on the guy's nose.

That settled the issue more than 30 years ago, and the snowmobilers stayed off his property. He admits now that it was a rash act, and one he wouldn't do again, but northern landowners have had a belly full of people trespassing to hunt or snowmobile.

No one wants a problem, and especially my friend, but he also doesn't want to see his land misused by trespassers. This problem is not getting any better; it's only getting worse in the north country.

It's time for those who would trespass to learn to respect the rights of others. If they could ever learn that trespass is a criminal misdemeanor and punishable by law, perhaps they would grow up and run their sleds in area where the trails are groomed specifically for riders.

That would solve most of the winter trespass problems. Will that day ever come? It's not likely to happen any time soon.

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Tragic Hunting Accidents

daverichey January 2nd, 2010

Years ago, while hunting snowshoe hares with a group of hunting friends, I was shot in the left hand and wrist by the only stranger in our group. A dozen or so birdshot were dug out of my hide, and my life has gone on.

But not as it had before. The man who accidentally shot me was kept two football fields away from everyone else after that. The accident cast something of a pall over the balance of my hunt.

I wasn’t serious wounded, but no one was about to laugh it off. It could have been a killing shot. And, to this day, it bothers me to hunt with someone I don’t know.

Politicians draw attention to hunting accidents.

Then, sometime after that, I heard about Dick Cheney’s shooting another man, and it gave me a flashback to my day, which was not enjoyable for me. The first thing that came to mind when one public figure shoots another one a Texas ranch hunt was “something very similar happened to me,” and the flashbacks return.

And that Texas case, the victim was initially blamed for sneaking up on the shooter without warning him of his presence. That is pure political spin or a load of crap.

Blaze orange hats can prevent becoming a statistic.

The ranch owner also blamed the victim, and for two days it was spin city in Texas and Washington, DC. Folks, I spent 20-some years involved with Hunter Education training, and I’ve been a part of the teaching and training process for nearly 20,000 adults and children 12 years and older.

Such accidents indicate the need for Hunter Education training.

How, I ask, are Hunter Education instructors supposed to react when one high-level politician shoots another at close range? The spin doctors covered up the hunting accident for a day, and then applied their own brand of stupidity to it by blaming the victim, and eventually more of the story came out because of media pressure.

It was apparent that the spinmeisters had no clue about hunting, hunter safety or ethical hunting procedures. They were dumb and clueless.

Hunters are taught many things while taking a Hunter Education training class. Chief among them is to always know where the muzzle is pointing. Another is to always, without fail, properly identify the target before shooting. Another is to identify everything beyond the target to ensure that nothing else — a barn, building, car, cow, human, truck or whatever — is in the line of fire.

That’s not what happened in Texas, and any hunter worthy of the name should be properly upset by the actions of the ranch owner and Dick Cheney. Not only was Cheney clearly and legally at fault, soon after the accident the cover-up began.

It took some time for Cheney to speak out and assume full responsibility for shooting his “friend.” If that’s how he treats his friends, no one would ever want to be his enemy.

A need for common sense, personal responsibility, and how to safely handle firearms.

Don’t try to rattle my cage on this one. This has nothing to with being Republican or Democrat. It has everything to do with a distinct lack of common sense, any semblance of rational and sound judgment, and a personal responsibility for safe handling of a loaded firearm.

It’s been said that Cheney has hunted for a dozen years or so. That’s like saying a person with a medical (or any other) degree is intelligent. All those years of training only means the person spent a large number of years in a warm classroom and passed his state boards, or in Cheney’s case, bought a hunting license. It doesn’t mean he has the intelligence or the necessary skills to safely handle a firearm.

It makes me wonder: Did he ever take any Hunter Education training? Did someone extend him the courtesy of looking the other way in terms of a previous hunting license or Hunter Education training card which is usually required to buy a hunting license?

Causes of most hunting accidents.

The vast majority of hunting accidents occur for one of a very few reasons: the shooter was incredibly stupid; carried the firearm with the safety off and a finger on the trigger; didn’t identify the target and everything beyond it before shooting; had no knowledge of proper hunter safety methods; was under the influence; or the victim was incredibly unlucky to be in the right place at the wrong time. One other situation — line-of-sight accidents — occur when a person is in the line of sight of the shooter but cannot be seen. All but the last one may apply in the Texas shooting.

All of those (and perhaps several other) factors were allegedly played out in the Texas sagebrush prior to the hunting accident some years ago. The facts remain that Cheney pulled the trigger without identifying his target or anything else nearby. He also made the ultimate mistake (along with the ranch owner) of trying to shuffle the blame over onto the unfortunate victim.

The U.S. printing presses that make money hasn’t made enough thousand-dollar bills for me to set foot within shotgun range of someone so incredibly stupid. One wonders if they were wearing Hunter Orange clothing (there are rumors they were); one also wonders if more than one beer was consumed as has been questioned by the media, and one wonders if the two men were actually friends.

Chuck Lunn, a trusted friend, (right) with a snowshoe hare.

Folks, if you or I shot someone, there would have been no one-day delay is posting the news. There are allegations that Cheney didn’t have a game bird stamp required to hunt quail. Was this man ever issued a ticket or did he spend time in court answering charges of illegal hunting?

There is an old saying: People should never analyze the ingredients of two things: bologna and politics. Time will tell whether politics prevailed, and this sorry breach of hunting safety and ethical hunting practices will be overlooked or cast aside for political reasons or will this become just a footnote in the history books.

Summarizing how I became an accidental shooting victim.

My involvement in being shot was simply going in to search for a lost hunter who was firing the standard three-shot distress signal. I spotted him walking around in circles, shooting in all directions and raised my hand as I yelled at him, and he shot in my direction. Fortunately, most of the No. 6 shot hit my coat and blaze orange coat but some on the shot went through a brown Jersey glove and into my hand and wrist.

This happened a number of years ago, and there was no trip to the hospital. I poured alcohol on my knife and the holes in my skin, and I removed the pellets myself. The wounds were bandaged by me, and we hunted the next day although everyone stayed a long distance from the lost shooter. They physical wounds healed nicely but the mental problems are still pretty raw.

He asked several times when we were going hunting again. It’s funny how that person was never invited on another hunt with me.

I dislike hunting with strangers, and whenever I’m on a hunt with someone I know and trust, and another person decides to join at the last minute, I often excuse myself from going along. If it’s impossible to remove myself from such a situation, my guts get tied up in knots.

I, perhaps like Cheney’s friend, have no desire to be around an idiot with a firearm again. Sadly, each year, some hunter will accidently kill another hunter. Sure, it may have been an accident. Qualified Hunter Education training could have helped prevent such injuries or death.

And, it also removes the personal anxiety and uneasiness associated with hunting with a stranger. There still remains the odd flashback to that day when I fell to the ground, rolled over in the snow, and looked down at a bloody hand and wrist. Writing about it helps a bit, but it’s not something that is easy to push into the past and forget about it.

Careless strangers and firearms, like mixing gasoline with an open flame, can lead someone into an injury or death. Been there and done that with a firearm injury, and want no part of mixing a hunt with people who may or may not have had adequate and qualified Hunter Education training. I’d rather hunt alone that go through such an experience again.Years ago, while hunting snowshoe hares with a group of hunting friends, I was shot in the left hand and wrist by the only stranger in our group. A dozen or so birdshot were dug out of my hide, and my life has gone on.

But not as it had before. The man who accidentally shot me was kept two football fields away from everyone else after that. The accident cast something of a pall over the balance of my hunt.

I wasn’t serious wounded, but no one was about to laugh it off. It could have been a killing shot. And, to this day, it bothers me to hunt with someone I don’t know.

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Some Reasons Why I Hunt.

daverichey January 1st, 2010

"When you are fed up with the troublesome present, take your gun, whistle for your dogs, go out to the mountain." — Jose Ortega Y Gassett, Spanish philosopher and author of Meditations On Hunting.

The Spanish philosopher had it pretty much figured out right. He lived through war-torn Europe in the 1930s and 1940s, and those hunting thoughts probably offered him some solace while the whole world went crazy as Hitler and Mussolini ranted and caused untold suffering and death for millions of people.

Hunters still live in somewhat troubled times, and we face problems more immediate than having to listen to political hype and mind-bending thoughts of coping with complex social issues such as the ongoing political spin that has replaced news these days. We hunters face a world of increasing numbers, decreasing acres of available land for sporting use, a global need for fuel and the wrath of uninformed anti-hunter's. Michigan's residents live in a nearly bankrupt state, and politicians all seem intent to turn its citizens into people as financially and morally bankrupt as they are.

For many people, there is a very real fear of losing a job (for those that still have one). For others, trying to find a job and the high cost of medicine is a major troubling issue. For some, finding enough food to eat or staying cool in summer or warm in the winter is a never-ending problem. And then there is the fate of our armed forces trying to keep peace in areas that have never really known peace. I support our troops and hope you do, too.

 The chance to legally hunt is a part of our American heritage.

Each year, I deliberately confront myself with the question of why I hunt, and the problems that hunters face. I ask myself: Do I hunt for the meat, which is invariably delicious, to pit desk-weary skills against a wild animal, or do I hunt solely for the kill?

Few hunters I know feel a driving need to personally address such personal questions. Many wander through life turning their back on delicate, psyche-probing questions in favor of immediate gratification with a bow or firearm by killing a wild animal.

For many, the quick kill — to hell with hunting for a week or two — is more in tune with today's fast-paced society and is favored by some sportsmen. But, is the quick-kill right or proper? Not for me, it isn't.

That's a question best answered by each individual only after intense soul-searching and addressing the question of why they hunt. We must learn, as human predators of wild animals and birds, to look deep within ourselves to determine just what hunting is and what it means to each of us.

I can't answer those questions for you, and refuse to have you speak for me. Our reasons for hunting may vary, but only the more intelligent and far-thinking of us, will ever know and understand our personal motives.

Man’s social functions of family, home and work place greater demands on people today, and more so than ever before. Peers, whether we like it or not, can force many hunters into the world of the quick kill. Because of business and family commitments, for instance, many hunters don't really have much time to hunt.

Hunting must be managed for the greatest good of the resource, its habitat and its people.

The Department of Natural Resources caters, albeit indirectly and probably unintentionally, to that sort of hunter attitude. It has managed deer, in large part and for many year, for the sake of quantity rather than quality while making a determined effort to keep whitetail deer within reasonable bounds of their environment, food supply and social needs. Deer management has changed, in that this state has many areas that could support more deer. Their management policies in the past several years has been all wrong, and part of the problem is that biologists seldom get out of thw office and into the field to talk to sportsmen.

So, why you hunt or why I hunt is an age-old question that cannot be answered simply with a bland statement that “we like venison" or "we enjoy a few days with the boys.” The meaning is far more deeply rooted. It is buried deep within our ancestry, and goes back to a time when hunting was accepted by those who wanted to eat and when hunting was something everyone did as a matter of necessity.

Today’s sportsmen seldom hunt for food (I do because my family thrives on a wild fish and game diet); instead, perhaps it's a prehistoric feeling or need in each of us to relive our ancestry by hunting for food, for pleasure and for the kill.

The pleasure of today’s hunt is an intangible thing; it's a mix of cool air, sunrises, snow, wood smoke, a hint of winter, being with friends, hunting alone, being outsmarted by a wise old buck, and the kill, although the latter is anticlimactic in most cases.

These are just a few of the reasons why I hunt, but the strongest of all is to pit my skills against those of a wild animal I deeply respect. Yes, I kill deer (I hate the current buzzword "harvest" because we're not harvesting a corn field); we're talking about killing deer and other game animals and birds each year. Although that animal or bird dies by my hand, it gives and sustains my life and that of my family.

My respect for animals, birds and fish is never-ending.

I live through the animals I hunt. I learn about survival because of them. I learn to think more like the predatory animal I've become. I respect each animal and bird's life as much as my own.

Hunting should never be confused solely with killing. One can hunt without killing, although I'm not sure why anyone would choose to do so. We can hunt without ever firing a shot, but we can't be a complete hunter without killing an animal because all predators kill other animals so they may live.

Ortega said it best, and I thoroughly agree with his time-honored statement: "I don't hunt to kill; I kill to have hunted."

How about you?

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