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Published by RuffRalph on 02 Jun 2009

I have a serious question.

This is for all you bowhunters and Im sorry if this is a stupid question.
What’s wrong with shooting a deer in the chest? And if the answer is nothing then why havnt I ever seen any of the pros on tv do it? I shot a buck in the chest last year and he didn’t go more then forty yards! and that was with a cheap cheap expandable. It was at a slight angle so it passed through cleanly. Oh also it was from a ground blind and I would assume that you wouldn’t want to take that shot from a tree stand. Anyways I would appreciate an answer and explanation. Thanx alot everyone!

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Published by admin on 02 Jun 2009

IDAHO SPRING BEAR by Ted Nugent

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IDAHO SPRING BEAR   by Ted Nugent

I needed this. Not that my life is short on adrenalin charging highs by any means, but my extreme ying calls for some darn extreme yang to keep things in balance and keep me from further going crazy in my unbelievable wild life. Having just wrapped up three very intense days of the most momentous, record breaking 139th NRA annual meetings in Phoenix Arizona with more than 60 thousand of the worlds greatest freedom fighting families, I was ready for an equally intense dose of wilderness adventure with my wonderful son Toby. And according to the ear blasting cacophony of bellering, yowling, howling spirit hound music ricocheting off the mountainsides all around us, the good Lord His bad self was once again soothing the old guitar players tattered nerves and pumping massive renewable spirit back into my soul. Say YOWZA and let us get it on, again!

Hunting game with hounds is surely the most demanding, high octane hunting challenge known to man. When tuned in properly to the sheer energy of the amazing dogs and the target beasts of their fury, one cannot help but be moved back to primordial times when the pureness of survival drove life itself. In a modern world of overt cush and dependency, I am convinced that it is vital for truly independent souls to run behind a pack of kill crazy hounds, clawing our way up near vertical mountain slopes, slipping, sliding, falling, crashing, smashing and slashing legs, knees, arms, hands and heads on rocks, stumps and deadfalls, driven to call upon a defiance factor seldom unleashed in man’s everyday life, just to keep the spirit hounds in earshot. It will change your life.

And that we did. Now, I admit we do experience the occasional easy, short, nearly flatland jog to a pack of baying hounds only a few hundred yards from the truck, but that is rare, and after some life endangering iron man, marathon man humps, a quickie run is much appreciated by all. Except maybe the bear or lion on the receiving end of the race.

But now I was heaving, clinging to any sapling, branch or root I could grasp my sweating hands around. The day before, on another thrilling race with Bear Hunting magazine publisher Jeff Folsom, I had battered my legs, shins and knees on the 50 degree slippery slopes just enough to hamper my climbing ability, so now I was really struggling as I dragged my Martin Firecat through all sorts of destructo derby abuse. That young, athletic MotorCity MadMan had disappeared a few years back, and in his place is this weathered, rather beat up 60 year old man who still thinks he can leap tall buildings in a single bound. He cannot, but I am not quite ready to admit it just yet, so I push on at a pace that will eventually get me to the beautiful hound music ahead without killing myself. Ying and yang all day long baby.

Mountain man Mitch Payne was already there, surrounded by a pack of handsome hounds barking furiously at the huge ancient western red cedar tree that towered up more than 100 feet. My son Toby strategically maneuvered into prime vidcam position as guide Travis Reggear and I scrambled up the side hill looking for a hole to thread an arrow up into the gorgeous yellow tinted red bear high up in the canopy of the upper branches. With a hot sun basking us on that spectacular mountainside, I gulped some delicious Idaho air, settled my racing heart and tingling nerves, said a brief prayer for the wildthings, envisioned Fred Bear drawing his bow somewhere, and sent my first arrow from my 52# Firecat across the deep chasm into the chest of the red beast. Instantaneously my second arrow followed nearly the same path, the bear rolled its head back, reached for an invisible limb, and came caterwauling earthward with a crashing thump. Hallelujah and pass the SpiritWild rugsteaks! Beautiful!

We were soon joined by Travis’ son Walker, and Three Bear Kennels operator Mike Kemp and his son Colton. A reverential recovery on film for our Spirit of the Wild TV show said it all; More bears in North America today than at any time in recorded history. Mind boggling challenge keeping up with the unstoppable spirit hounds, designed by God to chase and sing and kill. Real conservationists still connected to the perfection of sustain yield resource utility and respect. Crazy men and boys seeking and attaining pure, thrilling fun in the mountains killing bears and other protein rich beasts. Perfect.

Travis Reggear, Mitch, Mike, Mike Stockton and Scott showed us what its like to be Daniel Boone in 2009, and we rejoiced this amazing American Dream that is still alive and well in dedicated, gung-ho hunting families across America.

Amazingly, in our short three day hunt, Travis’ world class hounds treed seven stunning bears, all in varying shades of brown, red, cinnamon and blonde. Some were so high up in old growth timber that an arrow shot would have been very difficult. All seven of the bears we treed were on the smaller side in the 150 pound range, though Travis routinely puts his hunters on 300 to 400 pound whoppers, true trophy bruins. He also guides trophy mountain lion hunts, trophy elk and whitetail deer, and has gained a well earned reputation for being the real deal and a gifted guide and outfitter and natural born hunter and woodsman. His mother Charlotte created award winning meals everytime we sat down, and the Reggear hunting camp is one I highly recommend and shall return to ASAP. I think the dogs liked me.

For booking info, visit tednugent.com or call Sunrize Safaris at 517-750-9060 or contact Travis Reggear at 208-476-5638 or subscribe to BEAR HUNTING magazine at 320-743-6600 or [email protected]

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Published by admin on 26 May 2009

Shooting Straight with Frank Addington, Jr.

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Shooting Straight
   with frank addington, jr. 

Archery Talk’s New Format Unleashed…

      Howdy & welcome to my new column on Archery Talk.   When Terry Martin emailed me about the new page, I immediately said “Yeah, I’m in..” because I personally believe that the internet is a powerful marketing tool that promotes our sport 24/7 around the world.  Now you may have to be stuck in an office in a big city, but for a few minutes each day you can escape to a bowhunting adventure somewhere, read about equipment updates, and read the forums here to see what’s on other archer’s minds.  Pretty cool huh?   

      Thank you for taking time to read my first column.  Soon I’ll be posting some of our adventures from the road with the 2009 “HAVE BOW WILL TRAVEL” tour.  You see,  I don’t spend all my time at a desk banging on a keyboard.  I actually make a living as a professional archery exhibition shooter.  (I don’t like the term “trick shot” because that term implies smoke & mirrors.)  My show, The Aspirin Buster Show, is 24 years old this year.  I have been shooting a bow and arrow since 1971 at the age of four.  My parents have operated an archery pro shop, Addington’s Bowhunter Shop, in Winfield, West Virginia since the 1970’s.  As a matter of fact, we have been a Martin Archery dealer since about 1978.    I was telling Terry the other day that Pop sold a lot of the Martin Cougar and Cougar Magnum’s in the old days.  We even had some customers that were fans of the Martin Dyna-Bow.  Perhaps Terry will write about the history of that bow sometime, it was amazing.

     Anyway, long story made short I was a protege’ of the late Rev. Stacy Groscup.  Groscup became the first archer to ever hit an aspirin from mid air and would later set a world record on national TV by hitting seven aspirin in a row without a miss.  In later years he was inducted into the national Archery Hall of Fame as the 49th inductee.  When I was 18 Rev. Groscup tossed a Pepsi can into mid air and challenged me to hit it.  I did and later that day he put me in front of an audience shooting.  It was an amazing time.  

     Now, 24 years later, I travel coast to coast doing archery shows and promoting the sport of archery 24/7.  What can you expect at my shows?  Six arrows at one aerial target, two balloons from mid air with one arrow, targets of all sizes from mid air, down to a baby aspirin or multiple baby aspirin— all shot instinctively with my bow behind my back.  Why this unconventional method?  I wanted to have a signature shot.  A baby aspirin behind the back is just about the hardest shot I could come up with.

     Archery is a great sport.  I am fortunate that time in the sport has allowed me to cross paths with so many of the archery greats, from Fred Bear to Ted Nugent, Earl and Ann Hoyt, Gail Martin, Al Henderson, Joe Johnston, Ann Clark, Chuck “Woodrow” Adams, Jim Easton, Dick Mauch, Glenn St. Charles, Matt McPherson, and so many well known figures from our sport.  My life has been blessed by all the archery friends I’ve met.

     Now my wife and I have a son who shot his first arrow at less than two years old!  He’s a natural and loves to shoot his bow.  I hope that your family joins you in your outdoor pursuits.  I am a big believer in turning off TV, computers, video games and leaving cell phones behind to spend time as a family outdoors.  If you agree then please stop by my columns from time to time to keep up with my adventures.  Hats off to Terry Martin for the opportunity.

 Thanks for your time.  Until next time, Adios & God Bless.

Shoot Straight,

Frank

Frank Addington, Jr.
www.frankaddingtonjr.com

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Published by admin on 26 May 2009

Ted Nugent – THE MYSTICAL FLIGHT OF THE ARROW AS HEALER

 

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THE MYSTICAL FLIGHT OF THE ARROW AS HEALER        by Ted Nugent

The young archer’s gaze was intense, animal like, wild eyed. Master athletes refer to this ultra focused intensity as “in the zone”. You can feel it in the eyes and twitching nerve endings of a killer cat in the final stages of its sneak attack, just before the kill pounce. Locked in.

 Macon was there, mind, body, heart, soul and full on spirit as he carefully pulled back the bowstring with all he had, his eyes squinting in the blazing Texas sun, brow furrowing, head slightly cocked, arrow pointing naturally toward the vitals of the 3D deer target ahead. As the arrow nock touched his lip, the bow silently flexed and sent the feathered shaft on its mystical way. 

 Thunk! Dead center into the golden triangle of the deer‘s forward chest, right where the pumpstation and lungs converge for a perfect bowhunter’s kill shot. A broad smile overpowered the sunshine.

 This daily ritual is not all that out of the ordinary at the more than three million bowhunting families target ranges across America, but on this particular day, this was not a normal, everyday arrow or bowhunter. Macon Lynn is just five years old, had never shot a bow before this day, and had just recently endured the ravaging agony of chemo therapy and radiation treatment for his inoperable brain cancer. This may very well have been the most important arrow in the history of archery, for young Macon was in desperate need of escape from the ravages of this life threatening disease, and he and his family figured an escape to Uncle Ted’s SpiritWild Ranch bowhunting epicenter might very well be just what the Dr. ordered. He did.

 Nearly wearing himself out, Macon shot arrow after arrow for most of the afternoon, and we couldn‘t get the bow out of his hands. Archers and bowhunters know why, for we are convinced that our next arrow will be a better arrow, and we never give up trying. We also know what Macon and all the terminally ill kids discover when in that mystical flight of the arrow trance; that there is nothing else beyond our arrow and its next flight. It is that powerfully mesmerizing. Intoxicating. Joyous. Cleansing. Healing.

 Macon joined the Nugent family through the assistance of the wonderful “Wish Upon A Star” charity. A few weeks later, Make A Wish Foundation made the arrangements for seven year old Brianna to visit us at SpiritWild Ranch and other special need kids have been helped by Hunt Of A Lifetime and our own Ted Nugent Kamp for Kids charities. When people really need help, Americans always give it all they got, and we are genuinely moved by the heartfelt love and generosity of so many great American families everytime. We salute them all.

 Over the years, many Americans have been moved to show appreciation for the dedication and sacrifices of the heroes of the United States Military warriors. Those who pay attention, and care, painfully understand that freedom comes with a price, and that the American Dream is fertilized by the blood and guts of warriors who valiantly volunteered to put their lives on the line for the benefit of others. This is the greatest of human virtuousness, and we stand in awe of their service.

 Having saluted way too many flag draped coffins and stood strong with too many grieving families, we created our Freedom’s Angel’s nonprofit charity a few years ago to help the wounded warriors who have given so much. Upon visiting the severely burned heroes at Brookes Army Medical Facility in San Antonio, Texas, we were reminded that most of the military heroes are avid outdoorsmen and women, but with their burned skin slowly healing, there was no way for them to be exposed to the blistering Texas’ sun and were therefore confined indoors.

 Through the undying generosity of many, Freedom’s Angels was able to construct a beautiful outdoor patio where the burn victims could be in their beloved out of doors, but shielded from the rays of the burning sun.

 As a proud and official representative of the Coalition To Salute America’s Heroes (saluteheroes.org) I have been honored and privileged to host many wounded warriors at our SpiritWild Ranch for hunting, fishing, offloading, shooting, archery and BBQ fun. I am convinced that this is the most powerful healing therapy in the world, and we are throttling ahead to do more for them.

 Though the BBQ is great, the machinegun shooting spectacular, and all our outdoor fun remedial, there is no question that the most smiles occur on the 3D archery range. Some of the guys and gals are experienced archers and bowhunters, but many are newcomers. Each and everyone of them light up as arrows are fired downrange and archery form and control is discovered and cultivated.

 With exuberant support across the board, we are now putting together the details of our next Freedom’s Angels project and creating a state of the art archery range for the troops near the Brookes Medical facility so they can shoot more conveniently and develop their archery skills.

 Daniel Vargas, our gung-ho BloodBrother at Saluteheroes.org is working on the details and I wish to thank everyone who so generously helps to make this a reality.

 Never underestimate the healing powers of the mystical flight of the arrow. If you would like to say thank you to the US Military heroes, visit Saluteheroes.org and give what you can. Godbless the US warriors all!

 A big thank you to Saluteheroes.org, Wish Upon A Star, Hunt Of A Lifetime, American Airlines, Avis Rent-A-Car, Hamilton Inns, Academy Sports, Martin Archery, Scott Archery, Sims Vibration Labs, Easton Arrows, Victory Arrows, GoldTip, Delta and McKenzie targets, Mossy Oak, Primos Double Bull blinds, the National Field Archery Association, Freedom’s Angels, ArcheryTalk.com and tednugent.com

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Published by admin on 26 May 2009

Ted Nugent – Luck 13

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LUCKY 13              by Ted Nugent

 

It was hunting day 136 of my 2008-2009 hunting season. That’s 136 days of nonstop hunting, 136 out of 138 days total, but I was as pumped up as I was on day 1, I assure you. I had posted endless yet hopeful ambush vigils in every treestand I have, and had even improvised, adapted and overcome on many a morning and afternoon hunt, killing many a fine beast in Michigan, Texas, New Mexico, Washington, Ontario and California. Stacks of precious backstraps were nestled in orderly fashion in the Nugent freezer barn, but I wasn’t done yet. With the Hunters For The Hungry program needing more sacred protein for my fellow Americans, and the deer herd begging for a much needed balanced harvest, my drive to kill more deer was over the top. And I had the arrows and tags to go with my passion and bloodlust. God made me a hunter. Blame Him.

Hunting constantly not only cleanses the soul, wildly stimulates my inner being and feeds many, but it also tunes me in to the good mother earth where I hunt and live. The shortrange challenges of the bow and arrow demands a much higher level of awareness, and if we pay ultimate attention to our surroundings and dedicate ourselves to be the best reasoning predator we can possibly be, a deep and abiding sense of connection develops in our souls to better understand our resource stewardship duties to our life giving environment. I for one get intense gratification from intimately knowing the terrain, animals and spirit of my hunting grounds. These observations give us the definitive understanding of just how many deer, varmints, and other game needs to be killed to keep the land and critters healthy and thriving. I love that part.

Not only do I video each and every hunt for our Spirit of The Wild TV show on Outdoor Channel, but I have kept a running journal of my hunts forever, detailing the various songbirds, small and big game encounters, with a detailed description of each whitetail deer I get to look over. Coupled with the year round census of our herd by myself, family, land managers, and on our Texas property, game counts by Texas Parks and Wildlife biologists, we have a pretty good handle on just what our deer herd is comprised of and how to manage the annual harvest accordingly. Or so we thought.

Ensconced 18 feet up in a crowsnest of thick leaves, vines and branches, the steady southwest breeze caressing my face, my confidence level was as high as a kite this dark, cool January afternoon. With my video camera solid on a swing arm, I was taping myself this day as the first of what would become a parade of whitetail deer slowly made their way through the forest of live oak trees.

At this point late in the season, my remaining Managed Land Deer Permits included six more does and six more bucks, so I was ready to arrow just about any animal. I had picked out some mature does and at least two management bucks that caught my fancy, when all of a sudden, my eyes bugged out at the sight of a big, mature, multi-tined buck. I examined this deer closely with my Bushnells, and quickly realized that this buck had never been identified before.

I was starting to shake. The handsome old boy had a heavy, tall 7×6 rack with a sagging belly and a thick, swollen neck, and I said a prayer of hope that he would give me shot.

He stayed behind the dense foliage, and then trotted off with his nose hot on a big doe. Par for the course in my hunting life, the big boy appeared to be gone with the wind, so I carefully moved my vidcam into position as a shot on a nice slick six point buck was coming to fruition.

I was literally beginning to draw my 53# Martin Firecat bow when the six point jerked his head up and hustled forward. Taking his place at the edge of the clearing was my lucky 13, and finishing my draw, I sent my 400 grain arrow perfecto right there in the golden triangle where heart meets lungs. With a wild kick and a scramble, the mortally hit beast dashed out of sight, his galloping hooves clamoring audibly on the hard ground, then across the rocky wash, with a final, telltale tumble in the tangle across the dry creekbed. Good grief! I was out of body.

Fumbling like a schoolboy after his first kiss, I quivered as I spun the vidcam arm towards me in a feeble attempt to capture the insanity of the moment. I blurted out a spontaneous burst of pure adrenalin pumped excitement explaining how shocked I was to see, muchless kill such a never before seen trophy buck like this dandy 13 pointer.

Self videoing the thrilling recovery took an explosive turn for the better, for as I found the beautiful deer piled up in a tangle of green briar, I heard the rumble of my wife Shemane’s Mercedes coming down the gravel road above the timbered ridge not far off. With the camera buzzing, I ran wildly toward her screaming for her to come join me in the celebration of this very special buck. I come off like a raving idiot (so what else is new?) but succeeded in getting her attention. She graciously took over camera duties like the pro that she is, and we taped the reverential tribute to this fine 150 class whitetail deer. The TV show of this amazing hunt will be as special as the soul stirring encounter and kill with my lucky 13. I’ll take lucky over good everytime.

To book a hunt with Ted Nugent, visit tednugent.com or call Sunrize Safaris at 800-343-4868.

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Published by tbbalson88 on 05 May 2009

I was just in my local archery store today and I needed to rage about this obsession with speed, I shoot the Dren LD and I am getting on a good day 260fps with axis 340’s, the ridiculous thing is that people think that is far too slow, I am sorry you get to a point where speed just doesnt matter, the only thing you can change with speed is how far in the dirt your arrow is gonna stick after it passes through the deer. Not to mention the new “speed” bows are not a treat to shoot what so ever

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Published by Jason Balazs on 10 Dec 2008

Martin Hatfield Takedown Review

Hi everyone. I just finished the review of the Hatfield Takedown. You can read it here —-> http://www.outdoorproductreview.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=61:martin-hatfield-takedown-recurve&catid=25:archery&Itemid=43

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Published by Jason Balazs on 01 Nov 2008

2008 Bow Review: Martin Firecat Pro X

Field Evaluation 2008 Firecat Pro-x

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Published by Scott M on 30 Oct 2008

The Priviledge of Hunting

I’ve hunted on and off for a total of about 11 seasons now, and my attitude about hunting has changed more dramatically than I ever would have imagined.  Starting out I was always in a rush, especially deer hunting.  The minute I saw a flicker of brown or white my gun was on my shoulder and I was trying to find the deer in my scope. 

After harvesting some nice deer, and honestly making some foolish shots, I realized I’m not out here for the kill, I’m out here for the hunt.  That kind of thinking led me choose archery as my first choice for method of hunting these days.

Archery hunters choose to do things the more difficult way.  We have to get closer, we have to be careful of wind, and scent, we have to make a perfect shot, because follow-ups are rarities in the archery woods.

From purchasing the bow last spring, through practicing daily all summer, I couldn’t have been more excited for the Pennsylvania archery season.  The opener came and sure enough I had some action the first morning.

Four doe came in together.  The problem was when I saw the first I thought she was alone.  So, when I turned to get a better look, the big mature doe bringing up the rear saw me in the tree.  She alerted the rest and they bolted.

I was able to hunt again the first monday night of the season and as I arranged my gear at the base of the tree, two doe came into my setup.  As they fed I was able to nock an arrow and come to full draw while kneeling next to my tree.  The first doe stepped behind some brush, so I settled my 20 yard pin on the second doe.  As I looked her up and down I came to the conclusion she was a yearling.  While it would have been great to punch my tag on my second outing of the year, I asked myself, “is this small doe how I want to use my single doe tag?”  I knew the answer to that question, and slowly let down my bow.  I continued to kneel next to the tree as they fed out of sight.

I spent the next couple of hours in the tree, without another sighting.  Even though I didn’t see another deer that night I felt like that night was the most successful night of hunting I’ve had in a long time.

It’s our priviledge to be in the woods pursuing such amazing creatures, and we choose when to fill our tags, we are never obligated to fill our tags.  That, at least for me, is what makes hunting a great tradition.

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Published by kbrando on 16 Oct 2008

WINNERS NEED TO CONTACT ME

Hello all, as you know the Blog Contest has been completed and we are working diligently to get all the prizes out.

We still have not heard from some of the winners.

So, If your name is listed as one of the official winners of the Archery Talk Blog Contest 2.0 PLEASE contact me via PM as soon as you can and we will get your prize out to you ASAP!

Thank you

Kbrando

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