Saturday, November 27, 2004

Pro-choicers' Condemn Congress for Expanding Choice

Dead Iraqi Insurgent Opens Fire On Marines-Media doesn't Cover Story (no surprise)

FALLUJAH, Iraq – Marines from the 1st Marine Division shot and killed an insurgent, who while faking dead, opened fire on the Marines that were conducting a security and clearing patrol through the streets here at approximately 3:45 p.m. on 21 November.

For more information, please contact Capt Bradley Gordon, public affairs officer, 1st Marine Division,

Judging from the coverage so far, Capt. Gordon's phone hasn't exactly been ringing off the hook.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

My Deer Hunt

I began Sat Nov. 13. I flew out of SFO to SLC and from there I flew to Cody, WY where I met my dad. We packed our gear and left for the Missouri Breaks (Missour River in Montana).

It took us six ours with liberal stops for the two Black Lab dogs, Husker and Tar.

We got to Whisky Ridge in the evening. Noticed a few pickups, some with deer on top coming out of the valley where we were heading (discouraging). If the locals had hunted out the valley floor over the weekend, the bucks would all be spooked away. Got to the lodge and ate fried chicken from the Albertson's back in Lewistown. went to bed for a 5:30 a.m. wake up.

We got out the door Monday morning dressed for deer at 6:30 and drove to a ridge that was gated and locked. Hopefully the hunters we had seen the evening before hadn't been here poaching.
We drove to the end which overlooked the Missouri and saw one doe (more discouragement). Doubling back, we detoured down a lesser traveled road/path where we stopped at a watering hole. I requested we get out and scout the area.
Having found nothing at the watering hole, I proceeded up a small hill to look over a meadow on the other side. There I spotted three more doe and they spotted me. I leveled my scope on them, didn't see any buck. i looked back to see where dad was, he had headed towards the water I left behind me so I kept overlooking the meadow. Spotted three more doe.
Just as I was about to turn around and go back, I saw him. A nice sized buck smack in the middle of the meadow. He had spotted me too. I didn't have much time.
I ducked down behind the hill, loaded a round(a hand loaded 250 grain Nosler Partition) into my dad's .338 Ultra Mag, released the safety, spun my cap around and crept up to the top of the hill. I sighted the buck (still looking my direction) through the 4-16 Swarovski scope 50mm objective and let one fly.
Boom! down he went. One shot, one hour into the hunt, perfect hit.
We had the deer field dressed, delivered to the butcher in town and returned to the lodge all before noon.

I was very happy the way things turned out. On one hand, I would have liked to stay a little longer (it was fun being with my dad at Whiskey Ridge) but on the other, I had responsabilities at home that needed attention. So, I got great weather, an easy trip to and fro, great company, and a nice buck in an expeditious manner.

A great big thanks goes out to my dad, Glen; without whom, none of this would have been possible. Thanks Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!

closer view Posted by Hello

Buckshot marks the spot Posted by Hello

A Decent sunset Posted by Hello

Whiskey Ridge Posted by Hello

The Missouri Breaks Posted by Hello

On the way, we stop. Posted by Hello

Top-most is the rifle used by Tom Sellec in Quiggley Down Under. A Shiloh Sharps! Posted by Hello

On the road Posted by Hello

My constant companion's. Posted by Hello

A missile silo (one of many) Posted by Hello

Missouri Breaks Posted by Hello

Grandma's Bloomers! Posted by Hello

On the way there. The last electric train Posted by Hello

Another view Posted by Hello

Mt Sheep Posted by Hello

A view Posted by Hello

The porch Posted by Hello

The Ad Posted by Hello

The Lodge Posted by Hello

Whiskey Ridge Lodge Posted by Hello

Whiskey Ridge front yard. Missouri Breaks and river. Posted by Hello

backyard Posted by Hello

back to dad's Posted by Hello

26 inch spread Posted by Hello

profile Posted by Hello