-Or, Another Despot in the mix...
It is blatantly apparent that the elitist drive-by media is now also endeavoring to choose the democrap candidate for them as they have also chosen the Republican candidate for the members of The GOP. They have chosen McCain and now have also chosen Obama to be the nominees.
Their next step is to choose the winner of the presidency and strive to bring that initiative to fruition for their own collective ambitions for power and control over not only the people but now also the government. They now strive to control what we think about issues and no longer are satisfied to report on the issues to us. We must fight this tyranny by the press at all costs and destroy all of their endeavors as they materialize and undo the repugnant actions they have taken to become an entity of power-brokering since they have all but abandoned journalism altogether.
This should be painfully clear to all watching that the media is now an entity unto themselves and no longer care to inform and/or educate the public to facts or truth. We need to lie in polls, spread false-premises among those that survey the voting populous, and mislead them to show their false-notion filled headlines to be nothing but the contrived drivel that they have become. Until they hit bottom as an ignored laughing-stock the media will continue to endeavor to be the new "party" thought-police along with their willing accomplices; the socialists in the public schools indoctrinating our youth to the party propaganda right on up thru the professors at institutions of higher education they are supplanting education with revisionist history and agenda.
We must combat this with eternal vigilance, as it threatens the very fabric of all or our American liberty, righteousness, and even our true reality and existential entity.
The plain and simple truth behind this vitriolic outburst at what Rush terms, "Operation Chaos" should show us all that whatever gets the media to piss-an'-moan is exactly what we must endeavor to succeed in doing. If it makes the elitist drive-by media spit anger and vitriolic retorts, it is what is working to undo the damage they are doing. With ludicrous reports of indictments handed down for free people voting freely to achieve and end or result that "We The People" freely, and American Liberties driven, desire and pursue, that brings on these dramatic productions of threats and terroristic fear-mongering for the purpose of intimidating and tyrannizing the free people into doing exactly what they demand we do, should bring out the ire of a free people with defiant rejections and clear dismissal of their initiatives to oppress, enslave, and control us!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Spring 2008's 2nd Scouting Trek
Yesterday I took my step-daughter and the both of us climbed on the ATC and puttered out over my backyard creek bridge thru the ol' hayfield and into the forest toward Red Brook. This time however there was more run-off from Friday night's rain and the torrents were deep and fast enough to have possibly swept the ATC (and us) downstream. (not really a dangerous entity but more of an uncomfortable and wet proposition that I wasn't willing to take on) So we turned around and headed back up the hill and back into the yard. I took us up and out the driveway and down the ol' dirt road to the north end of my usual haunts and down Maple St. to the trail entrance on the other side of Red Brook utilizing the road bridge to cross the brook.
I turned south into the old hayfield on the eastern side of the brook and puttered across the field into the trail-head there. We headed along the eastern ridge over-looking Red Brook peering down into what during the summer months is a delta of "swale-grass" (I'm not even sure if that term exists but it is generally excepted by my group of huntin' buddies) that the Deer and Coyote both utilize for cover, bedding, and travel. No signs of wildlife or movement thus far.
We didn't dare utilize the 1 lane ATV bridge that the patriach of my huntin' family built over another feeder creek where it comes off and down Little Mountain right near the regular brook-crossing because of a misshapen build up of snow and ice that could drop us off the edge and into the creek, again not likely a very dangerous thing, but a very uncomfortable at best. So we went around the bridge where other ATV's have endeavored to make a temporary crossing spot of this little creek. Thru the creek and up the bank and back onto the trail on the other side of the 1 lane ATV bridge. Up to the top of the little knoll and down along the sweeping S-curves of the trail toward an old teenager's fort site. Still within sight of the brook this marks the gateway into my hunting haunts.
At the next run-off creek crossing we traversed out into the open beyond the hemlocks and to where the Beavers have dammed up the brook into a backwater pond of sorts which is now more of a forested swamp/pond area. I have seen the Beavers swimming here before. Still no signs of movement or wildlife. A tougher spot in the trail where some water collects and the wind blows snow drifts over it in mounds and holes. Up atop another knoll and on across the flats past the remains of the fort where it was deposited after it's razing back on the property that the builder actually belonged to right in the middle of a big travel lane for wildlife between the Beaver swamp just off of Fomer Rd. and the more popular for wildlife feeding hardwoods side-hill and sapling slashings of Little Mountain. It is also a crossroads of a few of the ATV trails that meander thru the woods here. Still no fresh tracks or signs of wildlife.
So I decided we had to get a little closer to the Beaver swamp to see if we can find some evidence of wildlife movement. I pulled the ATC onto a dry spot just off a bend in the trail and we let off on foot. We crossed the flat and headed into the darkness of the hemlocks as we drew closer to the Beaver swamp and the brook. Noting the high water I expected to see the Beavers industriously busy at their existential tasks but the only wildlife we saw were many Woodpeckers in the standing dead trees left by the Beavers in their swamp and a Kingfisher darting to and fro the surface of the backed up waters.
Then I saw them. All the way across the Beaver swamp to the base of the western ridge where it climbs away from the brook, I saw the slowly drifting forms of my friends the Wood Ducks of Red Brook Valley. They are very wary creatures of natures supreme beauty and a sight to see up close and personal. I pointed them out to my step-daughter and she saw them too before they decided they were too nervous with our presence to stay put and they fled to the air in a flight northward along the brook out of our presence. Well, now we're getting somewhere... Wildlife...
We trudged back to the ATC, hopped on, and made our way along the trail down the little hill to the final creek crossing at a heavier and sturdier ATV bridge. This spot holds alot of silt, sand, and mud and is excellent for finding game/wildlife tracks. It is where I found the first fresh Turkey tracks last evening. I stopped and we found new fresh tracks of some small animal that I presume to be that of either a Porcupine or a Raccoon with some disturbance marks surrounding the foot tracks like a body of fur or quills dragging thru the snow along the tracks. We got off to study them and satisfied our little quest for evidence of whatever else may have been thru there last night. More signs of wildlife.
We followed the trail up the hill and along the trails finding now several sets of fresh Deer tracks that were not there just the previous evening when I trekked out here alone to check out the trails for my safety concerns of taking my step-daughter along with me. Getting very near the top and back side of the big hay fields behind the Acus homestead on Fomer Rd. We found another few sets of fresh Turkey tracks in the snow and mud and got off the ATC to investigate their travel route. We returned to the ATC to make a couple loops around the trails finding many more fresh sets of Deer Tracks along with the positive lack of Coyote tracks I have been expecting to find.
After making an unsuccessful attempt to climb the trail toward the top of Little Mountain due to the 2-wheel drive nature of the ATC vs. those 4x4 ATV's most folks utilize we eventually retraced our path and returned home after a wonderful morning scouting trek around my favorite hunting haunts.
Later that afternoon just before dark we all left to go out to dinner and up in the back of the hay fields of the Acus homestead on Fomer Rd. we got to see the Momma Doe and her last seasons generation daughter Doe feeding along the woods-line up by the old Apple tree that's still standing in the back of the field right near one of the trails we had traversed earlier in the day on the other side of the woods-line. It is good to see that the vigilant ol' Momma got her young thru the winter and Coyote hunts successfully and healthily...
I turned south into the old hayfield on the eastern side of the brook and puttered across the field into the trail-head there. We headed along the eastern ridge over-looking Red Brook peering down into what during the summer months is a delta of "swale-grass" (I'm not even sure if that term exists but it is generally excepted by my group of huntin' buddies) that the Deer and Coyote both utilize for cover, bedding, and travel. No signs of wildlife or movement thus far.
We didn't dare utilize the 1 lane ATV bridge that the patriach of my huntin' family built over another feeder creek where it comes off and down Little Mountain right near the regular brook-crossing because of a misshapen build up of snow and ice that could drop us off the edge and into the creek, again not likely a very dangerous thing, but a very uncomfortable at best. So we went around the bridge where other ATV's have endeavored to make a temporary crossing spot of this little creek. Thru the creek and up the bank and back onto the trail on the other side of the 1 lane ATV bridge. Up to the top of the little knoll and down along the sweeping S-curves of the trail toward an old teenager's fort site. Still within sight of the brook this marks the gateway into my hunting haunts.
At the next run-off creek crossing we traversed out into the open beyond the hemlocks and to where the Beavers have dammed up the brook into a backwater pond of sorts which is now more of a forested swamp/pond area. I have seen the Beavers swimming here before. Still no signs of movement or wildlife. A tougher spot in the trail where some water collects and the wind blows snow drifts over it in mounds and holes. Up atop another knoll and on across the flats past the remains of the fort where it was deposited after it's razing back on the property that the builder actually belonged to right in the middle of a big travel lane for wildlife between the Beaver swamp just off of Fomer Rd. and the more popular for wildlife feeding hardwoods side-hill and sapling slashings of Little Mountain. It is also a crossroads of a few of the ATV trails that meander thru the woods here. Still no fresh tracks or signs of wildlife.
So I decided we had to get a little closer to the Beaver swamp to see if we can find some evidence of wildlife movement. I pulled the ATC onto a dry spot just off a bend in the trail and we let off on foot. We crossed the flat and headed into the darkness of the hemlocks as we drew closer to the Beaver swamp and the brook. Noting the high water I expected to see the Beavers industriously busy at their existential tasks but the only wildlife we saw were many Woodpeckers in the standing dead trees left by the Beavers in their swamp and a Kingfisher darting to and fro the surface of the backed up waters.
Then I saw them. All the way across the Beaver swamp to the base of the western ridge where it climbs away from the brook, I saw the slowly drifting forms of my friends the Wood Ducks of Red Brook Valley. They are very wary creatures of natures supreme beauty and a sight to see up close and personal. I pointed them out to my step-daughter and she saw them too before they decided they were too nervous with our presence to stay put and they fled to the air in a flight northward along the brook out of our presence. Well, now we're getting somewhere... Wildlife...
We trudged back to the ATC, hopped on, and made our way along the trail down the little hill to the final creek crossing at a heavier and sturdier ATV bridge. This spot holds alot of silt, sand, and mud and is excellent for finding game/wildlife tracks. It is where I found the first fresh Turkey tracks last evening. I stopped and we found new fresh tracks of some small animal that I presume to be that of either a Porcupine or a Raccoon with some disturbance marks surrounding the foot tracks like a body of fur or quills dragging thru the snow along the tracks. We got off to study them and satisfied our little quest for evidence of whatever else may have been thru there last night. More signs of wildlife.
We followed the trail up the hill and along the trails finding now several sets of fresh Deer tracks that were not there just the previous evening when I trekked out here alone to check out the trails for my safety concerns of taking my step-daughter along with me. Getting very near the top and back side of the big hay fields behind the Acus homestead on Fomer Rd. We found another few sets of fresh Turkey tracks in the snow and mud and got off the ATC to investigate their travel route. We returned to the ATC to make a couple loops around the trails finding many more fresh sets of Deer Tracks along with the positive lack of Coyote tracks I have been expecting to find.
After making an unsuccessful attempt to climb the trail toward the top of Little Mountain due to the 2-wheel drive nature of the ATC vs. those 4x4 ATV's most folks utilize we eventually retraced our path and returned home after a wonderful morning scouting trek around my favorite hunting haunts.
Later that afternoon just before dark we all left to go out to dinner and up in the back of the hay fields of the Acus homestead on Fomer Rd. we got to see the Momma Doe and her last seasons generation daughter Doe feeding along the woods-line up by the old Apple tree that's still standing in the back of the field right near one of the trails we had traversed earlier in the day on the other side of the woods-line. It is good to see that the vigilant ol' Momma got her young thru the winter and Coyote hunts successfully and healthily...
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Spring 2008
This week I saw my first Spring, break-out of winter wildlife. The ol' Momma Doe and last season's yearling Doe were out feeding on the grasses of the recently warmed hillside on the south facing slopes of thru area iconic hay field. A good sign to see the skipper seems to have made the winter healthily. I didn't have much trepidation about that as I got to see just how vigilant Momma was during last year's Bow season and sure enough, it looks like they both made it thru the winter quite well.
I also saw my first spring flock of Turkeys feeding along the edge of the very top of that same field the very next day. The flock numbered anywhere from a baker's dozen to a score or more of birds. I was concerned about them as they were eerily absent during last seasons Deer hunting in locations historically haunted by these Timber Ghosts... It was good to see a healthy flock come out of the pines and hardwoods that was previously devoid of evidence of their existence...
I took out the ATC and braved the Brook-crossing for the first time since the thaws began. The more dangerous ice conditions had given way to a softer granular snow/slush condition after yesterdays higher temps and sunnier weather. I made my way around my familiar haunts expecting large quantities of fresh tracks in the soft snow only to be disappointed by the seeming absence of evidence of wildlife movements.
I did find 1 fresh set of Deer tracks. It appeared to be that of a young buck as evidenced by the splayed hoof points left by his prints. He was haunting the classic movement routes of the area Deer so that was a good sign. I did find fresh turkey tracks in the mud next to the creek at the bottom of the ridge leading to the hay field where I had seen them a couple days previously. But again the tracks were more singular in nature and not of the heavy flock variety much like the solitary tracks that had been seen last season making the core of the flock seem absent. But it was fresh sign and gave credence to my Spring hopes.
Noticeably absent were any fresh Coyote tracks... This I consider to be a good thing as there have been times when the Coyote population so ravaged the other game species that hunting for those seasons was a droughtful endeavor. Fresh tracks, nighttime howling fests, and sightings aside, it looks as if the Coyotes may have had a tougher season than their prey and to me, that is a good thing... I've seen it go just the opposite too many times...
The smell of Springtime still hasn't arrived, the trees and soil haven't started exhaling their pent up bouquet yet, but I expect it any day now and I can't wait to smell this years first seasonal aroma...
I also saw my first spring flock of Turkeys feeding along the edge of the very top of that same field the very next day. The flock numbered anywhere from a baker's dozen to a score or more of birds. I was concerned about them as they were eerily absent during last seasons Deer hunting in locations historically haunted by these Timber Ghosts... It was good to see a healthy flock come out of the pines and hardwoods that was previously devoid of evidence of their existence...
I took out the ATC and braved the Brook-crossing for the first time since the thaws began. The more dangerous ice conditions had given way to a softer granular snow/slush condition after yesterdays higher temps and sunnier weather. I made my way around my familiar haunts expecting large quantities of fresh tracks in the soft snow only to be disappointed by the seeming absence of evidence of wildlife movements.
I did find 1 fresh set of Deer tracks. It appeared to be that of a young buck as evidenced by the splayed hoof points left by his prints. He was haunting the classic movement routes of the area Deer so that was a good sign. I did find fresh turkey tracks in the mud next to the creek at the bottom of the ridge leading to the hay field where I had seen them a couple days previously. But again the tracks were more singular in nature and not of the heavy flock variety much like the solitary tracks that had been seen last season making the core of the flock seem absent. But it was fresh sign and gave credence to my Spring hopes.
Noticeably absent were any fresh Coyote tracks... This I consider to be a good thing as there have been times when the Coyote population so ravaged the other game species that hunting for those seasons was a droughtful endeavor. Fresh tracks, nighttime howling fests, and sightings aside, it looks as if the Coyotes may have had a tougher season than their prey and to me, that is a good thing... I've seen it go just the opposite too many times...
The smell of Springtime still hasn't arrived, the trees and soil haven't started exhaling their pent up bouquet yet, but I expect it any day now and I can't wait to smell this years first seasonal aroma...
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