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Posted on 7/27/19 at 3:32 pm to Bigryno7
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Every time I get to see the sun rise over the marsh, I thank the good Lord for all the blessings he has offered. There aren't many things that make me feel more at peace than watching the sunrise over the marsh and breathing in that salty air.
This is it for me. A few moments of peace in my sanctuary that is the marsh whether it’s riding out to fish in the am or watching the sun set while fishing the afternoon. Reminiscing about my dad and uncle who I miss everyday who both loved to fish.
This post was edited on 7/27/19 at 3:35 pm
Posted on 7/27/19 at 3:50 pm to Bigryno7
Coon hunting in 1977 with my Grandfather (I was 16) in Arkansas. He was 78 at the time and was failing in health but we went. The dogs had treed a coon and we killed it without incident and then they took off again. Gramps was getting tired as we had walked about 3/4 of a mile and they treed again in a big old wild pecan with lots of grape and ivy vines in it.
We looked for about 20 minutes with no sign of a coon in that tree. He broke out his bobcat squaller and I went to pulling on vines when about that time the coon jumped. He landed about 4 feet from Gramps (who was on his knees) and stood up and started growling. Now this wasn't no ordinary coon but about a 25 pound boar who was pissed and ready to whip everything in sight. When Gramps found the coon with his headlight real close he couldn't get up so he went to rolling away saying "Get this GD SOB off of he he's fixing to kill me".
About that time we had one dog (mine) that was half cur and half bulldog who jumped on the coon and the fight was on. Gramps was still trying to get up and this fight was within 2 feet of him now. One of my cousins helped him up and we got to see a battle royale until the coon lost.
I'd like to have one more hunt with him now.
We looked for about 20 minutes with no sign of a coon in that tree. He broke out his bobcat squaller and I went to pulling on vines when about that time the coon jumped. He landed about 4 feet from Gramps (who was on his knees) and stood up and started growling. Now this wasn't no ordinary coon but about a 25 pound boar who was pissed and ready to whip everything in sight. When Gramps found the coon with his headlight real close he couldn't get up so he went to rolling away saying "Get this GD SOB off of he he's fixing to kill me".
About that time we had one dog (mine) that was half cur and half bulldog who jumped on the coon and the fight was on. Gramps was still trying to get up and this fight was within 2 feet of him now. One of my cousins helped him up and we got to see a battle royale until the coon lost.
I'd like to have one more hunt with him now.
Posted on 7/27/19 at 4:11 pm to Bigryno7
Shooting a mature buck with a bow. First decent deer I killed with my bow was on Public land and after I shot, I felt like I was going to fall out of my climber I had to sit down. That was 5 years ago and I sold my rifle right after. I missed the nicest buck I ever seen on a stand on public land last year in the snow, dropped after I shot at 40. Still felt like i was going to fall out the stand. As I sat on the stand I asked myself why I even do this I was on the stand in snow since daybreak and it was 3:30 pm to miss. After the initial knee jerk reaction, I realized that it was an experience that will make me that much better, can’t wait for this next season.
Posted on 7/27/19 at 6:00 pm to Bigryno7
When I graduated college someone gave me money to fly up to Alaska to Vicky my sister. It was a great trip, but my favorite memory was getting dropped off in Talkeetna to do what I wanted for 1.5 days. One thing that I did that I will never forget was taking a flight on a tiny plane up to the base camp for Danali.
My favorite one view took place after I had a few drinks in the evening I walked down past the edge of town to check out the river scene. There were two rivers that met up there and the sky was perfectly clear as the sun was going down and the view of Denali was priceless in the background
My favorite one view took place after I had a few drinks in the evening I walked down past the edge of town to check out the river scene. There were two rivers that met up there and the sky was perfectly clear as the sun was going down and the view of Denali was priceless in the background
Posted on 7/27/19 at 6:48 pm to Bigryno7
Naked sex under a full moon. Nothing compares to a naked woman in the moonlight. 
Posted on 7/27/19 at 7:41 pm to Bigryno7
Things that are kind of dangerous.
Three friends and I paddled down the Edisto River in SC one night after we got off work.
It was 2 feet over flood stage and we were moving. The full moon was out. We didn’t need our headlamps.
We paddled over oxbow lakes at river bends. Actually going over land through the woods.
Sweepers and strainers everywhere. It was actually stupid because it was more dangerous than the night we launched down the New River in Va. but that was always our play.
Our beach that was google flown we planned on finding was submerged. So we paddled 100 yards off river. strung up hammocks beside the water.
Cooked a pot roast with Guinness beer in it.
Ate bunny rancheros next morning.
Paddled and camped two more nights.
Three friends and I paddled down the Edisto River in SC one night after we got off work.
It was 2 feet over flood stage and we were moving. The full moon was out. We didn’t need our headlamps.
We paddled over oxbow lakes at river bends. Actually going over land through the woods.
Sweepers and strainers everywhere. It was actually stupid because it was more dangerous than the night we launched down the New River in Va. but that was always our play.
Our beach that was google flown we planned on finding was submerged. So we paddled 100 yards off river. strung up hammocks beside the water.
Cooked a pot roast with Guinness beer in it.
Ate bunny rancheros next morning.
Paddled and camped two more nights.
This post was edited on 7/27/19 at 7:47 pm
Posted on 7/27/19 at 9:00 pm to Bigryno7
I have two favorite moments, I have two boys both were taught how to cast in the yard at different times but both of their first casts in the water they caught a small mouth bass over 1.5 lbs. I wish I had their luck they still catch more than me years later lol
Oh a 3rd
When I was younger we had a family deer hunting trip, was the only time my grandfather and his brother went hunting with me, I didn't kill anything but a coyote but still one of the best
Oh a 3rd
When I was younger we had a family deer hunting trip, was the only time my grandfather and his brother went hunting with me, I didn't kill anything but a coyote but still one of the best
This post was edited on 7/27/19 at 9:08 pm
Posted on 7/27/19 at 9:18 pm to celltech1981
Favorite memory is little waffles Getting his first deer.
Favorite recurring moment? That's tough. Either jumping a tarpon, or hitting your anchor point without the deer knowing you're there. Dopamine for days.
Favorite recurring moment? That's tough. Either jumping a tarpon, or hitting your anchor point without the deer knowing you're there. Dopamine for days.
Posted on 7/27/19 at 9:40 pm to Bigryno7
Went hunting with a buddy mine last year. Haven’t been in years, 10-15 or so since I was a teen. Kinda gave it up somewhat because every time I went, i wouldn’t see anything. But when I went last year, got a chance see 3 does walk in a single file line right in front of me.
They came directly from my right and walked all the way around to my left. I used it as a practice round and went through the motions of not moving and waiting for my chance to get my gun up and set up a shot. Had a chance to drop all three but didn’t because my buddy is one of the types that wants to let the does walk. So I just watched them.
It was cool. Never got overly anxious. I thought I would for such a rare occasion but I was able to keep cool. I think I could handle myself if a decent buck walked out but I won’t know til I get a chance again. If I could experience that more often on trips, I’d go more often.
They came directly from my right and walked all the way around to my left. I used it as a practice round and went through the motions of not moving and waiting for my chance to get my gun up and set up a shot. Had a chance to drop all three but didn’t because my buddy is one of the types that wants to let the does walk. So I just watched them.
It was cool. Never got overly anxious. I thought I would for such a rare occasion but I was able to keep cool. I think I could handle myself if a decent buck walked out but I won’t know til I get a chance again. If I could experience that more often on trips, I’d go more often.
Posted on 7/27/19 at 9:55 pm to Bigryno7
Favorite experience is a gobbler coming in thinking I’m a hen and that look in his eyes when he realizes he messed up, I fooled him, and it’s too late for him to turn around.
Favorite memories are my daughters’ first deer and their first turkeys. I sobbed like a big baby the first time one of my girls killed a turkey.
Favorite memories are my daughters’ first deer and their first turkeys. I sobbed like a big baby the first time one of my girls killed a turkey.
Posted on 7/27/19 at 9:59 pm to Bigryno7
Any day on the water or in the woods is a blessed one. But river float trips are what I live for.
Posted on 7/27/19 at 10:32 pm to magicman534
Discovering Warm Springs Bay on a small boat with my daughter. Never had heard of theplace but we found it poking in some bays on the East side of Baranof Island. It's one of those places that seems too perfect to exist in our world.
A lake empties into the bay via a quarter mile long river and huge waterfall. Next to the rushing river are these natural pools of hot springs.
A lake empties into the bay via a quarter mile long river and huge waterfall. Next to the rushing river are these natural pools of hot springs.
This post was edited on 7/27/19 at 10:34 pm
Posted on 7/28/19 at 12:48 am to Bigryno7
My favorite moment was when me and 2 of my buddies smoked some mallards in flooded timber. 3 man limit before 8 with a strong north wind and half of the woods were frozen. I still think of this as the best duck hunt I have ever had. Since it was on public land made it even more special because we were on the x and no one else shot beside else.
Posted on 7/28/19 at 11:02 am to speckledawg
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Hearing my broad head make contact on a big ole judgy doe that's been blowing and being a PITA for a while
Similar situation; a place we bow hunt in South Texas had a tripod stand on a fence row with an old doe we named the "old gray bitch".... she had the stand pegged and would keep eyes on stand while any deer got in the shooting lane; no one could get to full draw without her blowing all the deer out of there; it became a camp challenge to kill her with a bow.... well, I shoot left handed so just having the seat turned the other way, with about an hour of stealth to get her to let her guard down, gave enough advantage to get drawn and smack one thru her ribcage. That adrenaline dump was probably one of the best ever. I did a fist-pump dance for sure.
This post was edited on 7/28/19 at 11:04 am
Posted on 7/28/19 at 11:17 am to TigerBait413
My first duck hunt with Phil Robertson and the Duck Commander crew was a pretty incredible experience for a duck hunting addict like myself. It was about 15 years ago and being in the famous “Lake Blind” where so many hunts in all the Duckmen videos took place was cool. Sharing the blind with my dad and brother along with Phil, Jase, Si, Godwin, Jep, and another cameraman was one of my most memorable hunting experiences. Eating dinner with the whole hunting gang and Ms. Kay and Willie was just as memorable as the hunt. This was way before Duck Dynasty and even before the shows on the Outdoor Channel. Still talk and hunt with them currently and they are the same down to earth and caring family as they were before the fame.
Sun Rise and Sun Sets over decoys in the marsh is my favorite moment. Ducks over the decoys at that time makes it ever better.
Sun Rise and Sun Sets over decoys in the marsh is my favorite moment. Ducks over the decoys at that time makes it ever better.
Posted on 7/28/19 at 11:28 am to Bigryno7
Several years ago I ran into an old friend and colleague at an LSU baseball game. Unfortunately, Sam informed me that he was terminally ill. Same he taught me many things about fishing during our trips over the years. Before his passing, we were able to get in more trip. I told him that we would head into the Biloxi Marsh in search of some reds. We stopped at a new oyster reef inside. We immediately started catching some nice trout; the trout should not have been there given the time of year. We had a very productive day and had some good conservations. Not long after we spoke one last time on the phone before his wife informed me of his passing. Sam was a great guy and a great fisherman.
Posted on 7/28/19 at 12:11 pm to Bigryno7
Caught a 13.5 at Lake Fork the night one of the space shuttles passed by at 2AM . Caught fish at 2;15. A really good night
This post was edited on 7/28/19 at 12:15 pm
Posted on 7/28/19 at 3:23 pm to rilesrick
Yeah a 13.5 at night sounds unreal... I've caught my biggest bass at night
Posted on 7/28/19 at 3:47 pm to rilesrick
Ducks seem popular...
... it was just another day of creek boating on South Sauty Creek into Guntersville Lake. Was winding down from a hard day of play boating when mamma mallard breaks out into her broken wing routine. To draw me off and away. But it wasn't happening today. Being ahead of my crew I just stopped. It was a small pool between drops, slow water, an easy wait to see where the little ones were? It took them way longer than expected but eventually they started popping up all around me. Little baby ducks from underwater. Petite submersibles. I just sat there just sculling my paddle, slowly spinning my slalom boat around so to not excite or stare, as they appeared to not even know how to make a run for it. For the next twenty minutes or so nervous mama, I could make her out downstream, just watched (and tried to draw me out) as we floated through the next few rapids. They bobbed up and down and were certainly at home, riding high on each wave, with feet hardly paddling. We lazily floated through several small drops, catching eddies, and peeling back out. Keeping my paddle in the water, never lifting nor making any moves, they stayed there an arm length (or two) all around me. Maybe not my all time, very favorite, but certainly a day to long remember.
Another
... was watching otters off a secluded Monterrey Bay. It was a small out of the way beach and I took every pic on that roll, timing each shot, as they cracked open abalone. And then it happened, as I turned around, there was this magnificent french looking (to my eye) starlet sun bathing without any clothes. We nodded and spoke a few words as I headed on off to the car. All the time wishing that I had taken... just one fewer picture.... of clams being eaten.
... it was just another day of creek boating on South Sauty Creek into Guntersville Lake. Was winding down from a hard day of play boating when mamma mallard breaks out into her broken wing routine. To draw me off and away. But it wasn't happening today. Being ahead of my crew I just stopped. It was a small pool between drops, slow water, an easy wait to see where the little ones were? It took them way longer than expected but eventually they started popping up all around me. Little baby ducks from underwater. Petite submersibles. I just sat there just sculling my paddle, slowly spinning my slalom boat around so to not excite or stare, as they appeared to not even know how to make a run for it. For the next twenty minutes or so nervous mama, I could make her out downstream, just watched (and tried to draw me out) as we floated through the next few rapids. They bobbed up and down and were certainly at home, riding high on each wave, with feet hardly paddling. We lazily floated through several small drops, catching eddies, and peeling back out. Keeping my paddle in the water, never lifting nor making any moves, they stayed there an arm length (or two) all around me. Maybe not my all time, very favorite, but certainly a day to long remember.
Another
... was watching otters off a secluded Monterrey Bay. It was a small out of the way beach and I took every pic on that roll, timing each shot, as they cracked open abalone. And then it happened, as I turned around, there was this magnificent french looking (to my eye) starlet sun bathing without any clothes. We nodded and spoke a few words as I headed on off to the car. All the time wishing that I had taken... just one fewer picture.... of clams being eaten.
This post was edited on 7/28/19 at 3:52 pm
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