Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Blaze Orange



The 2011 Wisconsin Rifle Deer Season was one that will be remembered! My brother-in-law, Drew, and I kicked off the season by opening the cabin up Thursday night with a great meal and some beverages after commemorating the loss of his father, John, who absolutely loved rifle hunting in Wisconsin. We talked about life, about traditions, and about deer after looking at our newest batch of trailcam photos. –We had been getting a host of nice bucks this year on camera, but there were two main-frame ten points with kickers off of their G2s that we both decided we had to hunt hard for. One of these bucks I got to know pretty well back in October as I bow hunted him, but he gave me the slip and turned a bit nocturnal at the particular location that I was hunting him at.

On the Saturday morning of opener there was an early shot fired at a little after 7:30 am from Drew’s direction. –I had a feeling that he had an encounter with one of the two bucks. After a few minutes a text came in from Drew that he was pretty positive that he had hit one of the bucks, but didn’t know exactly as he had took off hard after the shot was fired. Soon thereafter, another text came through that he had got him and in fact had put a perfect heart shot on him as he was piled up on thirty or forty yards from where he was shot. –Now it was my turn!

Saturday and Sunday I sat with no sightings of the other buck. I had a great opportunity at a very nice nine point three times, but had told myself that I was passing on him waiting for an opportunity at the other ten with the kicker eleventh point. I began to wonder if I had made the right choice.

Monday afternoon I found myself in a stand once again and fairly early on in the afternoon I knew I had made the right choice holding off on pulling the trigger as the buck I was hunting appeared. Unfortunately it was about 360 yards off and he did not present himself with a broadside shot. I had a good idea as to the travel path he was on and waited for him simply hoping that he wouldn’t stall up or bed down. Well, he showed up again and this time he was broadside at 260 yards and I eased a shot off from the 280 Ackley Improved and the buck crumpled to the ground right where I had shot him! Unbelievable! –It is so great when a plan actually comes together.

I know my father-in-law was smiling down on us this deer season. We look forward to continuing the tradition and will think about him every time the blaze orange comes out in November here in Wisconsin.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Doing It Our Way...



The fall of 2011 hunting season certainly has been a new adventure for me here. –I have been working on figuring out the 90 acres that I am now hunting on for the second full year. Although I think I am starting to get it all “figured out” there are still things that I am learning every time out either sitting in a stand or scouting.
Additionally, now I have two little scouting companions with a third one on the way later on this year. The times that the three of us have been able to spend on the property together have been priceless. Additionally, I try to teach them a little woodsmanship and respect for the outdoors each time we are out together. I just hope that one day they will be able to enjoy everything Mother Nature provides us with as much as I do.
Over the past weekend we enjoyed an extra long weekend with Uncle Nick and Grandma Weiland. This is a weekend that I thoroughly look forward to weeks, if not months in advance as it provides me with an opportunity to do some bow hunting with my brother during the very best time of the year and is reminiscent on the days when we were younger and enjoyed nearly every fall weekend doing the exact same stuff together on our parent’s farm back in Brainerd, Minnesota. I just hope that some day my boys will walk this path together as Nick and I have had the opportunity to do.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Mile 25 is Yours, John


The training began early for the Grandmas Marathon as I first hit Las Vegas for a half marathon on a family trip that my father-in-law, John, took us on. Here, I ran straight down “Las Vegas Strip”, a location that I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d ever run, and scored a personal record in December of 2010.

As Grandma’s Marathon drew closer and closer my father-in-law, John, continued to fight his bout with kidney cancer. He had started the decline in early May and we could all begin to see him fighting harder and harder as regular life began to get more difficult with each passing day. Anyone who knows John and has spent any time with him can tell you a couple of things about him. -First of all, he is a fighter until the end who will never give up. Next, he is a man who is all about family. As John continued his decline I decided about five weeks out that I would be running mile #25 for him as the last one (#26) is always for my wife and kids.

As the race kicked off on that chilly and damp June morning everything felt great in my body. I had a game plan coming into the race where I thought I would have a legitimate shot at hitting my mark of 3:30:00 if I stuck to it. The first few miles I really had to focus in on not moving out too fast and burning up precious fuel that I would need to carry me through those tough miles at the end of the race. I hit the groove about mile 5 and it seemed like the next twelve miles or so just cruised by and ticked off as my pace was perfect. The work began at about mile 22 as my calf muscles began to stiffen up a little, but I was still feeling very good.

Mile 23 brought pure happiness to me as my wife held a big sign up saying “Go Daddio” and was yelling at the top of her lungs. This gave me the extra boost and I knew at this point the race was mine if I could just hang tough mentally. The next mile brought us through the cobblestones of downtown Duluth where we would hang a hard left followed by a right. As I turned into mile 25 the wind blasted straight into me out of the northeast at about 15 mph. This mile was for John and he would have it absolutely no other way. –I could hear him yelling to push on in my mind and under no circumstances would I let him down. I put my head down and bulled straight into the wind. So many thoughts ran through my head that mile and my eyes welled. I managed to keep an even 8:00 pace even running straight into the wind on mile 25 that day and kicked it down a bit more for the last mile once the course turned again and the wind was at my side as the finish line approached.

As I crossed the finish line a certain euphoria lifted me and I had made my time as I officially clocked in at 3 hours and 29 minutes. Twenty-three days later, in the early hours of the morning of July 11, 2011 the wind picked up once again and a huge thunderstorm came through. This thunderstorm was John leaving us and moving on with God’s hand on his shoulder.

Thanks for the values you taught me and the memories we shared, John. Mile 25 will always be yours.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Where's the Turkey?


For those of you who grew up in the eighties like I did, you will recall the famous Wendy’s ads where the old gals had coined the “Where’s the beef?” slogan. Well, beginning early this spring and lasting (sadly) throughout there became a new spin-off of this popular slogan, which was started by my son, JD. Each and every morning after I returned from the woods empty handed JD would ask me, “Where’s the Turkey?” I would then go on to explain to him that we don’t have success every time in the woods and also continuously emphasized the fact that there were weeks left to turkey hunt. Well… Turkey season has now come to an end. The question has been raised one last final time for the turkey season of 2011 by my son. –“Where’s the turkey?” And the answer to this is that he is still in the woods!

After hours and hours spent in the woods with my bow patiently waiting, experiencing a few “close encounters” with our bearded friends, and sitting in everything from snow to thunderstorms it is official that the turkeys won the battle of 2011. It was a valiant effort, or at least I will tell myself that. Next year those turkeys just better watch it though. And, JD, we will find a better tasting turkey at Wal-Mart in the meantime.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

My favorite color is camo!




Take time to teach your children about hunting. The time you share together will be of great value to you both!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Growing Up

It is so hard to believe that John Daniel is growing up so quickly. Over this past hunting season he began sharing more and more time with me in the outdoors. We enjoyed several walks in the woods together where he began learning about scouting for deer and hanging deer stands. He also helped me put up my turkey blind and certainly enjoyed the turkey decoys. Additionally, he is now making several goose, duck, and turkey noises with his mouth and shares in the excitement for the outdoors with me. This past deer season he really got pumped up when I was able to put some venison in the freezer. He has currently been busy "building a number of deer stands" around our house with blankets, chairs, and about anything else he can find. I look forward to sharing many more memories with JD and his little brother in the outdoors we love.


Monday, December 14, 2009

Cagey Longtails


Christmas and New Years is not only a time for celebrating the birth of Jesus, family gathering, gift exchanging, and toasting the bubbly for my family. It is also a time for an annual late season pheasant fiesta that takes place in the heart of South Dakota, ringneck territory. Over the years this particular hunt has become the most rewarding as every pheasant that is shot is shared with family members and additionally each and every pheasant that is shot is truly a trophy—extra long tail feathers, spurs that make turkeys envious, and plumage that even Terry Redlin dreams of painting is the norm. Getting these birds to cooperate like they do in the early parts of the season is the challenge during this time of the year.

Late-season pheasant hunting requires a totally distinctive and different approach from that of early-season hunts. During the earlier portion of the season it is typical to find yourself walking Conservation Reserve Program acres in lines of ten or more people pushing across the vast sections of South Dakota prairie grass and being rewarded with many easy flushes in the 10-20 yard range. Additionally, the earlier part of the season often allows hunters to wear unlined jackets, sweatshirts, and even the occasional t-shirt at times while enjoying a nice warm walk through the autumn fields. Well, these same tactics will fail to bring you many birds during the late season as you will undoubtedly see a lot of birds, but the birds will flush wild at ranges that would make it tough to hit a bird with even the best 50 caliber rifles on the market today and you will be fighting mother nature to keep any feeling in any of your body parts. Good thing for you, late season birds may be manageable using different tactics though…

Following deer season there are fewer hunters afield, but by the time the snow begins to fly, most of the “dumb” birds have made their way into hunter’s freezers. The birds that remain have made it for a reason; they are the best of the best. They have superior instincts that have consistently kept them away from the predators of the prairie; sportsmen, avians, and the occasional coyote.

During the late weeks of the season, small groups of three or four hunters have a better chance at a covert approach with a higher probability of success than bringing in the small armies of hunters that proved successful earlier on in the year. My father, Dan Weiland, with an ageless experience of hunting pheasants as he grew up in South Dakota and began hunting pheasants passionately as far back as he can recall, believes that stealth and ingenuity must be applied to successfully hunt late-season ringnecks in South Dakota. Some of the tactics that my father has utilized in successfully (and consistently) shooting a brace of pheasants include hitting the thickest of cover that is manageable by few hunting members, using well-organized plans of attack that sometimes sound like what I would imagine a Civil War general spouting off to the troops, and using well-trained dogs that stay exceptionally close to the hunters at all times. “Late-season pheasants are a different breed of bird. These late season roosters are on top of there game at all times. If they weren’t they’d already be shot,” my father tells me. “These birds have been to this dance before, and quite frankly most of them can do a pretty good jig,” he jokingly tells me. “You need to be crafty and resourceful to put one of these cagey birds in your game bag.”

Dress Warm. Step one must be to dress accordingly and be prepared for nasty weather. During the late season it is not at all uncommon to hunt in temperatures dipping into the single digits and even dipping below zero. The wind is what will really eat you up hunting the prairies of South Dakota though. It is very common to experience bone-chilling headwinds that will cut right through you if you are not prepared. In dressing for late season warmth remember to bring warm gloves that you can maneuver and make a quick shot with and adequate face and head gear as many times you will find yourself walking directly into the bitter north and west winds. Next, you should always have some superior strength wicking long underwear on. Cabelas and Gander have a wonderful selection of new technologically advanced wicking clothing that range from silks to polypropylenes and I can guarantee you that you’ll find a set that you like that will provide core body warmth. Just remember, pack and dress for the worst as you can always shed clothing, but once you’re cold the fun of the hunt is out the window and your safety can even become an issue.

Outsmarting the Birds. This can often times be easier said than done, but over the years I think it is safe to say that my father has certainly “outsmarted” his fair share of December roosters as his game bag will usually show. A couple of the techniques he has used to out duel the intelligence (of a bird with a brain about 1% the size of a human’s) include using parked vehicles and hills to his advantage. Many times there will be more than one possible escape route for the pheasants from the cover so he will purposefully park vehicles in strategic locations where the birds can see them and utilize a hill or another piece of cover to get a walker or a blocker in a certain position where the birds may not detect them and may later try to escape out believing that they cannot travel by the parked vehicles.

Another idea that has worked over time for my father is camouflaging blockers or pinchers. He explains, “We as hunters try to camouflage ourselves from nearly every game animal that we hunt, but for some reason people think that if they stand on the middle of a prairie road or in a field with an orange vest on that pheasants will still fly right over them. This may work earlier on in the year, but more times be prepared to be hungry if you’re depending on shooting birds for dinner during December using this technique.” He further notes, “You must keep safety in mind and make yourself visible as walkers near you, but by then the bulk of the pheasants will be out of the cover and you should have your limit if you hide properly and shoot straight!” The moral of the story here is that you should be prepared to conceal yourself by whatever means possible.

Although I only listed a couple of the more basic ideas that come to mind regarding outsmarting late season birds the number of possibilities is endless. What it really boils down to is that you need to understand that these birds are smarter than the ones you implemented early season techniques on earlier in the year and you must be willing to think outside the box and find innovative strategies that the birds may not recognize.

Stealthmode. Before entering a piece of cover you should always check the wind just as if you were hunting wary big game that may scent you. Playing the wind correctly will help you two fold. First of all walking into the wind will assist your dogs as they search the ground for scent. Second, pheasants can hear extremely well and all late season pheasants know the sounds of danger and specifically hunters. By reading the wind and walking directly into it you minimize the sound that will travel to the wary birds that will undoubtedly spook if they sense anything out of the ordinary is approaching them.

A couple of useful hints that my father has also found to be helpful is using minimal or no vocal communications with one another and with your dogs as you approach cover. My father explains, “These late season birds need to be handled just like big ‘ol whitetail deer in the sense that anything will spook them and you need to do everything in your power to minimize excessive noise when approaching these birds.” He further notes some techniques he has found to work to include only using well-trained dogs late season, leashing dogs when approaching cover, coordinating plans of attack before executing the plan for each piece of cover, and the use of hand signals between hunting partners as the plan is executed.

Firepower. Once you get that late season long tailed bird flushing or flying over your gun barrel you owe it to yourself and to the bird to put a nice clean shot on him and often times you will find that decreasing your shot size and perhaps going from 2 ¾ inch shells to 3 inch shells will give you a little more ‘umph’ that is needed to bring down late season roosters. My father stated, “December roosters will often provide you with a little longer shot than say October or even November birds and this combined with the fact that the birds are typically fatter means you need to shoot everything you got to bring them down and kill them on the spot.” He has found his favorite late season load to be Fiochii copper plated 5 shot 3 inch shells from his twelve gauge, but says that everyone should shop around and try a few different loads out as everyone has their own preference. Whatever the shotshell you find he stresses that, “You walk too long in too cold of weather to cripple or dust a bird and not bag it. Plus, you owe it to the pheasant to put a nice clean shot on him.”

Another helpful hint is using a tighter choke than that which you may have been using during the earlier parts of the season to enable you to shoot a tighter pattern reaching out at further distances. It is not all uncommon to see someone go from an improved cylinder to a modified or even to an improved modified later on in the year to help bring down edgy birds.

It is undeniable that hunting late season roosters will be colder, but you will probably see only a fraction of the hunters you would normally see earlier on in the season and the pheasants will be found in larger bunches. Once you learn to successfully implement some of the aforementioned strategies and tips you will undoubtedly find that a little cold is well worth it and there is nothing quite like a late season reward of a cackling ringneck that will provide you with some great eats for those winter months ahead.

Maybe even I’ll run into you on the cold South Dakota prairie chasing some December birds in the snow? Good huntin’.