A few weeks ago a Red Fox dropped by our home in the Ten Acre Woods. No, I am not Christopher Robin and Winnie-the-Pooh or Piglet doesn't live here, but an old Red Fox does. When the Fox trotted by, I was lucky and had a camera in hand to snap these interesting photos. It was obvious that he or she was looking for food and this Red Fox must have been Italian as you will see from these photos.
The Red Fox trots by.......
.........and gets a whiff of something good?
All senses are operating fully in order to determine the direction of the smell.
Direction has been determined and investigation begins.
Mmmm...... Manicotti! Tastes like chicken.
Good to the last drop!
Hmmmm.... must be an Italian Red Fox?
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Have a Very Merry Christmas!
I hope you and yours have a wonderful holiday season and may all your hopes and dreams come true. Below, read and look closely to see if you can spot a problem.
Yep, if you look closely at the above Christmas mouse, you may find an error that I purposely added. It is true that outdoors men and women will spot it immediately. Take a look and comment to help those that are outdoor ignorant. Also, here's a new years resolution that you can make: "Get away from the big screen and get on a big stream." I hope you enjoyed!
Friday, December 16, 2011
Not a fish was stirring not even a carp!
Last weekend I went to one of my favorite lakes to fish and kayak. This particular lake was stocked with Rainbow Trout the day before and my goal was to catch few.
This poem tells you how well the fishing trip went.
T’was the night after the Rainbows had been stocked at the lake, I went fishing to see what I might take,
The flys were hung in the tackle box with care, in hopes that a big rainbow would soon be there.
When out on the lake there arose such a clatter, I sprang up in my kayak to see what was the matter.
Away to the point I paddled like a flash, threw down my paddle in order not to crash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, a just fallen tree near a old whitetail deer.
I found not a fish was stirring, not even a carp, so I paddled my Kayak back to the park.
When I arrived home, fun was had by all, as my wife arrived from the mall.
That pretty much sums up my fishing trip. Apparently the trout, being new to the lake had pissed off everyone and nothing was biting.
Remember, get away from the big screen and get on a big stream!
This poem tells you how well the fishing trip went.
Not a fish was stirring not even a carp!
The flys were hung in the tackle box with care, in hopes that a big rainbow would soon be there.
When out on the lake there arose such a clatter, I sprang up in my kayak to see what was the matter.
Away to the point I paddled like a flash, threw down my paddle in order not to crash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, a just fallen tree near a old whitetail deer.
I found not a fish was stirring, not even a carp, so I paddled my Kayak back to the park.
When I arrived home, fun was had by all, as my wife arrived from the mall.
That pretty much sums up my fishing trip. Apparently the trout, being new to the lake had pissed off everyone and nothing was biting.
Remember, get away from the big screen and get on a big stream!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
House Boat Deer
Here's an interesting story about deer from Washington State. I'm glad I wasn't kayaking around these deer!
Some fishing stories are a little hard to believe, But this guy has pictures to prove his story... Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat. "Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at us. We could tell right away that the young bucks were distressed.
I opened up my back gate and we helped the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals onto the boat. In all my years fishing, I've never seen anything quite like it! “Once on-board, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering. We headed for Taku Harbour. Once we reached the dock, the first buck that we had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back as if to say 'thank you' and disappeared into the forest.” After a bit of prodding and assistance, two more followed, but the smallest deer needed a little more help. My daughter, Anna, and son, Tim, helped the last buck to its feet. We didn't know how long they had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. My daughter later told me that the experience was something that she would never forget, and I suspect the deer felt the same way as well!"
By: Second Chance Ranch (Elma, WA)
"Get away from the big screen and get on a big stream!"
Some fishing stories are a little hard to believe, But this guy has pictures to prove his story... Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat. "Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at us. We could tell right away that the young bucks were distressed.
I opened up my back gate and we helped the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals onto the boat. In all my years fishing, I've never seen anything quite like it! “Once on-board, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering. We headed for Taku Harbour. Once we reached the dock, the first buck that we had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back as if to say 'thank you' and disappeared into the forest.” After a bit of prodding and assistance, two more followed, but the smallest deer needed a little more help. My daughter, Anna, and son, Tim, helped the last buck to its feet. We didn't know how long they had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. My daughter later told me that the experience was something that she would never forget, and I suspect the deer felt the same way as well!"
By: Second Chance Ranch (Elma, WA)
"Get away from the big screen and get on a big stream!"
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Bait Humor from BaitRageous!
BAITRAGEOUS - My bait humor cartoon.
Here's my NEW Baitrageous cartoons. I have to admit that they're a little cheesy. Usually, I do them about every week or so for the fun and if you enjoy them leave a comment. Thanks.!
Here's my NEW Baitrageous cartoons. I have to admit that they're a little cheesy. Usually, I do them about every week or so for the fun and if you enjoy them leave a comment. Thanks.!
I hope you enjoyed a little worm humor and remember to get away from the Big Screen and get on a Big Stream.
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Message from a Coyote!
Recently, my wife who had been Christmas shopping called me as she was nearing our home. She said "Quick get the camera and come outside. I will pick you up because you may be able to photo a coyote that's in a field up the road." So, I grabbed the Nikon D80 and headed out the door as she was pulling in our drive. I was hoping to get a few photo's of a common coyote playing in a field and maybe capture a photo of something unusual. Boy, I didn't realize how common this coyote was going to be and you won't believe what he did. As we headed up the road, I could see the coyote walking in the middle of the road.
As we neared, the coyote seemed not to notice us. I wondered why a coyote would be walking in the middle of the road, during the middle of the day and I was certain the coyote could hear the car. Strange don't you think?
Then the unexpected happened. As we slowly neared him, he turned and stared a defiant stare. All of a sudden he begin to squat and poop on the road as if to send us a message: "Take this humans."
Or could he be saying "You Perverts!"
Anyway, when the coyote finished his business he walked into the field and looked back at us as to say: "Now take that!"
Just think, I am one of only a few who have a photo of a common coyote pooping on a road. Woo-who a Nat Geo photo, not but you must admit it is an usual photo.
This is truly a common coyote. Hope you enjoyed and remember: " Adventure Outdoors! Get away from the big stream and get on a big stream."
As we neared, the coyote seemed not to notice us. I wondered why a coyote would be walking in the middle of the road, during the middle of the day and I was certain the coyote could hear the car. Strange don't you think?
Then the unexpected happened. As we slowly neared him, he turned and stared a defiant stare. All of a sudden he begin to squat and poop on the road as if to send us a message: "Take this humans."
Or could he be saying "You Perverts!"
Anyway, when the coyote finished his business he walked into the field and looked back at us as to say: "Now take that!"
Just think, I am one of only a few who have a photo of a common coyote pooping on a road. Woo-who a Nat Geo photo, not but you must admit it is an usual photo.
This is truly a common coyote. Hope you enjoyed and remember: " Adventure Outdoors! Get away from the big stream and get on a big stream."
Monday, November 28, 2011
Spilled Buttermilk!
Two weekends ago, Buttermilk and I fished a small lake near my house. The lake is less than 100 acres but the fishing is suppose to be pretty good for Bass and Crappie. We arrived at the lake around 7:00am. The weather was partly cloudy and the temperature was in the low 40s. A light wind was blowing across the lake and we hoped it didn't pick-up.
Fishing was slow for the first hour and a half but picked up. Here’s Buttermilk with a Small Largemouth and checkout Buttermilk’s Lucky Elmer Fudd cap. While fishing, we noticed a moss covered turtle about the size of a dinner plate swimming around. It was obvious that it was injured.
Buttermilk lifts it up with his paddle and you could see that fishing line was wrapped around its neck and head. We removed as much of the old line as possible, but it appears the turtle has ingested the hook, too bad.
Again here’s Buttermilk with his catch, a nice Largemouth.
So far I have caught zero fish and this brings up the question, Is it the fish, or the fisherman that’s the problem? To find out Buttermilk gives me his lure that is catching all the fish. You wouldn't believe this but an hour and half later my luck gets worse. I can’t even catch a fish on the lure that’s has been catching all the fish. Now it’s obvious, it’s the fisherman. But……..it could be that Lucky Elmer Fudd cap (Fishing Note #1: Put Elmer Fudd cap on my Christmas list when I get home). I decided to take my kayak, bad luck and paddle around the lake to take a few more photos.
Signs of beavers present.
Active Beaver lodge, but no Beavers!
The wind started to increase which made it difficult to fish, so it was time to head back.
There’s one thing you must know when you Kayak with Buttermilk. Always, repeat.......Always have your camera ready when he is either getting in or out of his Kayak. There’s an 80% chance that his butt will get wet.
YUP, Spilled Buttermilk! As you can see, he always comes up smiling and his Lucky Elmer Fudd cap stays dry. Hope you enjoyed. Remember, get away from the big screen and get on a big stream.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
A Fishy Story!
A redneck with a bucket of LIVE fish was approached recently by a game warden as he started to drive his boat away from a lake. The game warden asked the man, “May I see your fishing license please?”
“Naw, sir, “replied the redneck. “I don’t need any of them there papers. These here fish are my PET FISH.”
“Pet fish??” replied the warden.
“Yep, once a week, I bring these here fish of mine down to the lake and let them swim round for a while. Then I whistle and they swim right back into my net and I take’em home.”
“What a line of bull…. you’re under arrest.”
The redneck said, “It’s the truth, Mr. Gov’ment man. I’ll show ya! We do this all the time!!”
The warden smirked and said “You do, do you, PROVE IT!” The redneck released the fish into the lake and stood and waited. After a few minutes, the warden said, “Well?”
“Well, Whut?” said the redneck. The warden asked, “When are you going to call them back?” “Call who back”said the redneck. “The FISH,” replied the warden! “Whut fish?” asked the redneck.
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