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A loud one may alert a deer up close, but like you said, hunt the wind and don't worry about it. You never know, you "grunted" a couple in with the sound. With all the things that can make a bow kill go wrong, I'm not going to worry about the ones I have no control over.
A loud one may alert a deer up close, but like you said, hunt the wind and don't worry about it. You never know, you "grunted" a couple in with the sound. With all the things that can make a bow kill go wrong, I'm not going to worry about the ones I have no control over.
Your handle makes it seem you're an expert in this subject matter. My humble opinion is that holding farts causes gut cancer later in life, so don't hold them in for nobody or nothing.
A loud one may alert a deer up close, but like you said, hunt the wind and don't worry about it. You never know, you "grunted" a couple in with the sound. With all the things that can make a bow kill go wrong, I'm not going to worry about the ones I have no control over.
Your handle makes it seem you're an expert in this subject matter. My humble opinion is that holding farts causes gut cancer later in life, so don't hold them in for nobody or nothing.
I've always enjoyed lure and bait making and I work with one thing or another, generally pretty ripe and including skunk essence and aged glands on a regular basis. Just spending a little time in the shed causes the smells to soak in. I'm not sure I ever fully get rid of the smell. But yeah, give me a bowl of chili, or two and I can hold my own with anybody. LOL
I bark out a fart when I want them to stop so I can trip the trigger. Ive heard of a guy sneezing and a deer came in thinking it was a snort-wheeze. I was hanging a stand once, loudly peeling dead bark off a tree and it was falling. Two young bucks came charging in, apparently thinking it was two other bucks fighting.
I bark out a fart when I want them to stop so I can trip the trigger. Ive heard of a guy sneezing and a deer came in thinking it was a snort-wheeze. I was hanging a stand once, loudly peeling dead bark off a tree and it was falling. Two young bucks came charging in, apparently thinking it was two other bucks fighting.
A buddy and I had something similar happen several years ago. I was helping him put up a stand just before bow season opened. We got the stand up, he was in it and I was clearing a couple shooting lanes for him. I knocked over a decent sized dead stub and when it hit the ground, I started breaking some dead branches off it. The next think I know I heard a crash and here comes a buck. He came to within 20' and stood there staring at me for a few seconds, before he decided it would be in his best interest to head back the way he came.
[quote=Gary Benson I was hanging a stand once, loudly peeling dead bark off a tree and it was falling. Two young bucks came charging in, apparently thinking it was two other bucks fighting. [/quote]
I have had bucks come stomping or bounding into me while ascending a tree with my climber on several occasions. I have to guess it was the sound of the bark being rubbed and scraped by the band on the stand.
Years ago, there was an article in one of the sportsman magazines entitled, "Guaranteed Way to Kill a Buck". The author said you need to get up into your stand with your rifle. Sit for awhile. Next start to act a little "antsy". A few minutes later get a nervous look on your face and hurriedly climb down from your tree stand while fumbling with your belt buckle as you head into the brush. Here's the secret: In the brush you have hidden a second rifle to outsmart that buck that's sure to show up.
The difference between animals and humans is that animals would never let the dumbest ones lead the pack.
Back when I was a strapping young lad we could talk about farts all day long without needing any signed certificate - valid my a..... Good Lord, what's this country coming to?!!!
"...in a very few days we succeeded in taking over one hundred beaver, the skins of which were worth ten dollars per pound." Jim Beckwourth (1856)