Archive for March, 2009

posted by Jim on Mar 19

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Lets face it; an American Heritage is a lifestyle! Your American Heritage is what you were born with… if you were born in one of the 50 states. If you were not born here, than hopefully, you have kept true to your heritage, but you support the economy and traditions in which you live! As deep or as shallow as your individual legacy may be, if you live in America, you need to support American made products! I am going to be on my soapbox for a while, but when I am done, I hope I can make you think about what you do to support your country. There are many ways to support your great country, but I am going to discuss a few which touch me personally; Hunting, American Traditions and Chevy Trucks. Yes! They are all part of our American Heritage.

No one in this country would be here today if our ancestors did not hunt, fish and live in the outdoors. Whether, you are an anti-hunting vegan or a die-hard hunter and trapper, your roots began with hunting in this fine country. The early settlers were not just gatherers, they were hunters and gatherers. And, the original and most true Americans, our native Indian brothers and sisters, were dependent on the true nature of the hunt. It provided all of the essentials for life; food, shelter, clothing, sport and recreation, and a spiritual foundation of faith in God. Today, hunting has become very commercial and unfortunately, it is losing ground as we move on from generation to generation.

American Traditions are also becoming a thing of the past. Families spent time in the outdoors. Families took long trips together, camping, skiing, and participating in multiple outdoor activities. Hunting camps with three or more generations occupying the same cabin on the same opening day are becoming lost traditions. Just eating dinner at the same table is a challenge for most families. Needless to say, our children are turning to technology to keep them occupied; IPods, Xbox, Play Station, Wii to name a few have replaced the ball and bat, the long bow and target and the fishing rod. It is amazing how little bikes are used to get to and from a friend’s home. Obviously, I can go on and on, but I hope you get the point.

I don’t know if everyone reading this recalls the jingle…Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet…however, it is part of how I grew up in my middle class hard working family. We were hunters, we participated in traditional activities, we ate dinner at the same crowded table, and we drove American cars and trucks, like Chevrolet’s.

As an outdoorsman, living in today’s economic turmoil, I personally cannot understand why anyone would drive a foreign vehicle to their favorite honey hole. If hunting is an American tradition, than how can we contradict our heritage by driving anything but an American truck! And, what is more American than a Chevrolet?

This is a tough thing for me to discuss. You see, I am one of thousands working for an American auto company who does not know if I will have a job in the very near future. I am employed by General Motors and I have been an Engineer for over 20 years; designing, engineering and testing many of the parts which are on our vehicles today. When I see a Chevrolet truck, I know I personally have my heart and soul wrapped in that vehicle. There were many long days away from my family, trying to be sure that my job was done to the best of my ability to create a great product.

Today, we were told not to take vacation during the last two weeks in April. We must be at work during the time headcount reductions will be in full swing. It is not the first time I have faced the stress of working and wondering if I will be tapped on the shoulder. Obviously, this is a very stressful time for me because I am not happy with the way GM is taking care of its employees. On the other hand, I understand they need to do what is necessary to survive! There are many factors to blame, but the ultimate blame must be laid on those who were not true to their American Heritage.

As unsure as I am about my future with GM, I am sure that Chevrolet trucks will always be something I view as an American tradition. I have personally owned eight Chevrolet trucks and three other American made pickups. Every truck I owned was driven and used to its maximum potential. I have trekked across many states, in muddy farm fields and up and down tight mountain roads. I have towed and carried heavy loads and I am proud to say that I have pushed my trucks to the limit and they have performed above and beyond my expectations. Read the rest … »

posted by Jim on Mar 5

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So your significant other wants to become a hunter? What possible harm could come from sharing my outdoor lifestyle with her? Getting her involved may be the smartest thing I could do to ease the pressure of my absence at family get together during the rut… or the spring walleye run… or turkey season… or mushroom picking…or bedded bluegills. Well I’m sure you get where this is headed.                                                          

Unlike all of my other poorly laid out plans this decision has turned out to be by far my best. But be fore warned, it does come with some sacrifices, but nothing can compare to the rewards that also come with it.

And that is where this story begins. Kimberly, or as she has been labeled by my fellow guy hunting buddies… AKA Little Miss Dangerous. All due to her uncanny sniper like accuracy on whitetails. LMD informs me one day that she would like to shoot a coyote and when can she expect to go. She has already gone online and purchased her license, dug out her camo and an orange hat. All she needs now is to borrow my .204 and to have me call for her. It appears that she has it all figured out right down to the hour its going to take to get it done.  

I gently sat her down at the kitchen table with her complete attention to insert some reality into her predator calling fantasy world. After 15 minutes of “the difficulties of calling predators in Michigan” speech and “you just don’t run out and shoot a coyote they’re not like deer” She calmly stated “Great it’s going to snow tonight so we should have a couple of fresh inches for tomorrow night after work. That should really be good for calling. Plus the wind is out of the north and I heard you talking on the phone saying that you have been waiting for a north wind to hit your best spot. Oh I’m sooooo excited!” I shook my head slowly as she pranced down the basement steps making something that sounded like coyote howls. What could I say?

We had a couple of practice sessions in the living room with the shooting sticks and how to adjust them. The where and when to move talk, and most importantly how to read the coyote’s body language when one shows up. I would be running a new Canon HD right over her shoulder so I would be calling the shot. All she had to do was pick a spot, put the crosshairs on the dog and squeeze. Just like all the whitetails in past seasons, one shot one kill.

Truth be known I really was trying to stay out of by best spot because I figured that the first time in would be a slam dunk and possibly call in multiple dogs. I didn’t want her faced with that but I don’t like any quickly educated players to get away either. A catch 22 situation for sure. But in we go anyhow. All was good and I felt very confident but no dogs showed up for the fun. The first failure just fueled the fire until we went again…..once again a no show. I told LMD to get used to it this was Michigan. Not everyone is Kenny Darwin! LOL!

The fateful evening was soon upon as and conditions were perfect. Hoping that the third time was a charm I went a little deeper into the section and found the spot. Sometimes you just get that feeling and I had it. We eased to the edge of a pond and set up with a rapidly setting sun. We had no choice but to sit on the ice which made using the shooting sticks impossible for LMD. Not a good thing at all.

I told her to watch a point of cattails about 150 yards away that jutted onto the lake as I powered up the camera and reached for my call. The next thing I said was “Don’t move right there’s a coyote standing by the cattails!” How in the world the two of us got in on him without being seen or heard is beyond me but it happened. She thought I was joking and with her earplugs in, communication was lacking. He melted into the reeds and vanished. I got LMD locked on the spot and told her he would be right back out and started a soft rodent distress. It took him about 4 seconds to respond and he reappeared like a lion in tall grass.

I’ve filmed a lot of coyotes and this scene will stick in my mind forever as one of the best ever. The cattails, the snow covered lake, the beautiful dark brown chest markings on this wolf looking coyote as he trotted towards his last mouse supper. He was temporarily the keeper of the swamp in all his glory. He paused once and I squeaked lightly to seal the deal and here he came. This dog was on a string and was going to come kissing close. I asked LMD did she have a clear shot then “BANG”! I guess that was a yes!  I just about filled my diaper at the shot without warning as the coyote leaped for the clouds and danced on his hind legs. She racked the Savage and sent some more lead down range for the coup de grace. The look of sheer intense exhilaration is priceless as I filled the frame with her uncontrollable shaking ear to ear grin! After the hugging and high fiving had slowed I asked her why she didn’t let me tell her when I was on it and that she could shoot. She replied “The closer he came the bigger he got in the scope and the more I started to shake, if I would have waited 1 second longer I was going to explode!” I just started laughing from the whole event. She was more fired up than a circus poodle on Red Bull that’s for sure.

Free hand at 100 yards on your first called coyote charging you like a Cape buffalo and getting it done, well that’s more than you can ask from a veteran. I couldn’t be more proud of my new partner. The coyote was as pretty as they come and when we got home the giant male bottomed out a 50lb. fish scale! What a first trophy. Passing on what we love to do is a privilege and I feel honored to bring another predator hunter into this awesome lifestyle… a very special hunter to me.

Well I’ve got to get to the skinning shed; I think I heard LMD muttering something about the wind direction being perfect for another spot! As I shake my head walking out the door…a smile appears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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