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Deer Hunting the Old-fashioned Way

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Sometimes as I conjure up “OK Google” or check Fox News or the 7-day weather forecast on my smart phone, all while sitting in the Walmart parking lot, I wonder how we ever survived with phones that were only made to talk on. Then it hits me; we survived quite well, thank you very much.

I remember a few years back, as I rounded the corner on the gravel road on my way to refill the deer feeder in the draw below our high-rise deer blind, there were several hundred thousand dollars of excavating equipment rebuilding the terraces and forming new waterways in the fields that surround our blind. It looked as though our deer hunting could be permanently interrupted there that year, so I scouted out another property on which we have deer hunting permission. In front of that property was a wheat field that was traveled frequently by deer heading for the pond and trees on the property. I found a spot in a sharp corner of the field where it appeared deer were jumping the fence and entering the small woodlot. There was no blind built there and no good spot to set up a temporary blind to overlook that corner. The best option appeared to be the overhanging limbs of a cedar tree seventy yards away. I remember wondering aloud how I would ever survive not having a blind to hunt from, when it suddenly hit me; I had harvested more deer from a folding camp chair tucked beneath a cedar tree than from any other way, and again, I had survived quite well, thank you very much.

For those of you new to deer hunting that don’t have a blind from which to hunt, or for those of you wanting to try hunting deer for the first time but are not sure how to proceed without a blind, let me give you some tips from my experience.

Mr. Webster defines the word camouflage as “a disguise or deception; to disguise in order to conceal.” Camouflage does not have to make something or someone entirely disappear, it just has to make them blend in, and it does that by breaking up their outline. Examples of that would be sitting against a tree or sitting behind or under some broken overhanging limbs. Both choices camouflage you by breaking up the outline of your body. Joyce harvested her first deer ever as she sat on a camp chair behind a log in a big thick tree row. My point is that in the absence of a blind of some description, nature will provide you everything you need if you just learn to see it.

Not to sound over-simplistic here, but the most important element of hunting is to position yourself where there is game. So, when deciding upon a deer hunting location, choose a spot near a well used deer trail, where deer enter and exit a woodlot, etc. If you’re bow hunting, you want to be as close to the trail as possible, but if rifle hunting, choose a spot away from the trail seventy-five to a hundred yards or so. Then pay attention to where the sun will be in relation to you. You do not want the sun shining directly on you or in your eyes when it rises or sets, making it hard to see ahead of you as it shines into your eyes or lighting you up like a Christmas tree as it shines on you. Then check the wind direction, and try to position yourself where the prevailing north and west wind will blow your scent away from the trail. Next, look around you for anything that will conceal your form, like a broken-over or uprooted tree, a tree with large broken limbs that hang to the ground or a big cedar tree with long outstretched branches. Once you have found a natural blind, figure out how best to use it. Prune and remove limbs and branches until you can tuck yourself into whatever concealment you’ve chosen. Prune

away only enough to allow you entrance and to give yourself an open shooting lane. Use your imagination and move limbs and branches around if necessary to accomplish what you need. If you are firearm hunting, find a way to support your firearm. If none exists naturally, a couple 1×2’s bolted together near one end opens up into an “x” to make a cheap and dandy shooting stick to cradle your gun. Your seat can be whatever you want. If you’re young you can probably get away with sitting on a log or a bucket, but my choice is a cheap folding camp chair that gives me a back to lean against. It’s not always possible, but choosing to tuck yourself in amongst the branches of a big cedar tree will often help protect you from the north and west wind also.

There are still plenty of ways to conceal yourself to harvest a Kansas deer without a hunting blind or tree stand. Be creative; tree limbs stacked against a fence, a piece of camouflage fabric stretched around some fence posts, even digging yourself down into an old round hay bale at the edge of a field will all fill the bill. And by the way, sitting amongst the cradling limbs of a cedar tree, or in a spot carved out of an old round hay bale will offer great scent concealment also. The end result might even be more fulfilling knowing you used what God provided to fill your freezer. Continue to Explore Kansas Outdoors!

Steve can be contacted by email at [email protected].

 

 

Lucky me!

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield

The Beef Industry is in the news every day it seems, so now seems an appropriate time for me to re-live a couple of my true personal “cattle tales.”

The first true cattle tale goes back to my Roy Rogers and Trigger days in the early 1950s. In my imaginative youthful mind, I wuz destined to be a “real” cowboy for my entire life. And, one of my fanciful desires wuz to participate in a long cattle drive. I wuz probably in the fourth or fifth grade at the time.

So, just imagine my delight when a neighbor invited me to help move his “big” cow herd — probably no more than 50 head — on a trail drive from his farmstead a full seven miles to a summer pasture. I jumped at the chance. I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm.

At the time, the “cow horse” I wuz riding wuz Mousey, a little 13-hands high mouse grey crossbred mare — I wuz told a cross between a Morgan and a Quarterhorse. But, most important, she wuz fast, quick and full of energy, tough as nails and never needed to be shod. She had little innate cow sense, but wuz plenty willing to charge into whatever mess I directed her toward.

So, on the morning of the big “trail drive,” I got up early and rode Mousey about 8 miles to the pasture where the herd had wintered. Naturally, there were several men and other kids, all a’horseback, there to assist with the drive.

It took only a few minutes to get the cows and calves lined out on the gravel road. I was “assigned” one of the “drag” positions in the dust behind the herd — a job which I proudly accepted.

All went well with the drive for a few miles, but then we passed a homestead with a circle drive with one entrance by the house that continued behind the garage and then went between the chicken house and the main house and came back out to the gravel road about a hundred yards down from the first entrance.

Suddenly, the lead cows veered from the road and into the second driveway entrance down the road. The “trail boss” yelled at me, “Milo, get down there and head them back onto the road.”

Oh, what a welcome directive! I spurred Mousey into a dead run into the driveway entrance by the house. Mousey’s ears were laid back and we were going hell-bent for election when we crossed in front of the chicken house. I wuz cutting the wind leaning over the saddle horn.

There wuz a 55-gallon barrel laying on its side close to the driveway. And, just as Mousey and I thundered up to it a crazy old hen came out of the barrel, cackling and flapping loudly, not 10 feet from Mousey’s nose.

Since I wuz already leaned over the saddle horse in my best classic cowboy pose when Mousey hit the brakes to avoid the hen, I didn’t hit the brakes with her. I ejected forward over her head and I hit the saddle horn on my way out of the saddle.

Need I describe where I hurt? My trail drive ended unceremoniously with scratches and scabs and a throb in my nether region.

So, why did I entitle this column “Lucky me?” Because I’m lucky that I wuz able years later to sire two wonderful daughters.

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The second true “cattle tale” happened when I wuz in college in Oklahoma at Bea Wilder U II. I had a friend Jim, who eventually became editor of the Quarter horse Journal, who owned a small ranch near Glencoe, Okla. He had an elderly rancher neighbor, Oscar, whose cow herd management program wuz year-round calving.

So, when it came time to work Oscar’s calves, Jim asked me it I’d like to help. He said Oscar’s cattle-working facilities were rudimentary — a dilapidated corral of old tin, mattress springs, and a confused tangle of barbed and woven wire. The cattle “chute” consisted of a wooden post set in the middle of the corral. None of that news deterred me. Again, I jumped at the opportunity.

So, when I arrived to help the crew, the calves were already sorted and in the corral. Everyone wuz armed with a rope. The corral wuz too small to work the calves with horses.

So, we manhandled the calves, starting with the 600-pounders and working our way down to the smallest calves. After several hours of sweat, dirt, grime, manure and bruises, we were down to a tiny calf only a few days old.

That’s when I loudly announced, “This is the calf we’ve been working for, boys!” And, I leaned over and grabbed the calf to flank it to the ground. But, the calf had other ideas. When I grabbed its flank, it bolted straight up and the poll of its head caught me squarely under the chin, which snapped my head back, about cut the end of my tongue off, and chipped one of my front teeth.

I could scarcely talk for a few days. Had to go to the dentist. My lesson should have been to keep my mouth shut — but, of course — it’s plain that the lesson didn’t stick with me.

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This third true “expensive cow tale” didn’t happen to me. It happened to a northeast Kansas rancher and it involved hedge apples.

The hedge tree — also known as Osage Orange or bois d’arc — is an invasive tree that has both useful traits and expensive nuisance traits. It’s helpful traits are as a windbreak, as the hottest burning firewood, and as the longest-lasting wooden fence post.

It’s biggest nuisance is it spreads rapidly. Cutting it down doesn’t kill it. The stumps must be sprayed. It’s shallow root system sucks water from the root zone of favorable grasses. Left alone, it will eventually take over a pasture and greatly reduce its cattle carrying capacity.

It’s last nuisance are the hedge apples the female trees produce in abundance. The orange or yellow fruits may look pretty from the road, but they are the way the species spreads, and they can be a hazard.

Sadly, some cattle love to eat the hedge apples when they fall to the ground. But, the hedge apples have to be swallowed whole and cows can, and do, choke to death swallowing them.

That’s what happened this fall to the rancher. Two of his mature cows choked to death on hedge apples. That’s a several thousand dollar loss with today’s cattle market. To prevent more losses, he had to move his herd to another pasture.

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Words of wisdom for the week: “The most profitable way to work cattle is calmly.” Have a good ‘un.

Stickers

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lee pitts

I belong to that fraternity of people known as “stickers” so named because we tend to stay put and do the same old thing in the same old way. Whereas the average American homeowner stays in their house 11.8 years my wife and I have lived in a house we had built 40 years ago.

Ranchers and farmers know what I’m talking about. Practically every rancher I know is the third, fourth or fifth generation to live on the same ranch. I’ve known two ranchers who were born and died in the same bed. While my wife and I can’t make that claim I am a fifth generation Californian and the last of my family to live here. I know it’s the trend and we should leave California like the smart people are doing but we’re just not built that way. I’m a little angry at the Californians who are giving up and leaving so they can go mess up some other state instead of staying here and putting up a good fight against the communists and socialists who have ruined my once golden state. That was before we were overrun by illegal aliens, lefty professors, government bureaucrats, the homeless, whack-job Hollywood types and rich nerds who sit at computers all day drinking Five Hour Energy drinks and Mountain Dew who’ve made their pile of dough, bought their yacht and pulled up the ladder behind them.

I can’t help it, I get attached to things, like my wife. Last year we celebrated 50 years of marriage and we commemorated the occasion by going to the same Mexican restaurant we always do. Our last truck we owned for 25 years and our current car, a Buick Lucerne, is the best car we’ve ever owned. It’s 18 years old now, has never had a major mechanical problem, has 70,000 miles on its speedometer and when washed and waxed looks brand new. Since my stroke five years ago I can’t drive so we tend to stay home and we’re satisfied. That’s a word you don’t hear much any more… satisfied.

It used to be that the only person who liked change was a wet baby but now it seems our society can’t change fast enough. Look around and you’ll see dying downtowns replaced by big box stores and Amazon. In my younger years a family could have a nice house, a nice car and a nice life with only one wage earner but now it takes two people working multiple jobs just to stay afloat. They’re only one injury or sickness away from bankruptcy. And this we call progress?

While the parents are working their sons are home playing war games on their computers and getting indoctrinated by dangerous people. When I went to school we never had to worry about some sicko bringing an AR-15 to school to slaughter his fellow classmates. My wife and I couldn’t have kids and when I look around today I think maybe it was a blessing.

When my wife and I got married we were broke but hard work quickly corrected that. Stickers tend to be savers. We still bank at a real bank, I don’t know how Bitcoin or an ATM works, we have one credit card, pay it off every month and we have zero debt. We started out with nothing and were able to buy our first home at 24 years of age and paid it off within five years with both of us working. Today we find kids still living at home at twenty-six, unemployed with a huge student loan to pay off. They are sad and mad and they rebel by assassinating good people who are just trying to help.

Stickers are loyal. We buy the same brands of food we ate when we were kids, use the same old tools, and buy the same gas. Some might look at my wife and I in our old, comfortable and familiar clothes and call us misers or dinosaurs but we’re not opposed to change, but only if it’s a change for the better. You can get hurt out there on the cutting edge.

And you know what? We’ love our happy home and the way we live. It may not be perfect but it’s home and we have no intention of ever leaving except in a hearse or a body bag.

 

November is National Diabetes Month

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MANHATTAN, Kan. — November marks National Diabetes Month, a time to spotlight one of the most pressing chronic health conditions in the United States.

Alongside well-known topics like blood sugar and insulin, A Kansas State University expert also is drawing attention to a lesser-known but powerful player in diabetes management: the gut microbiome.

“We have trillions of microbes living on and inside our bodies, most of them in the gut, and usually they live in harmony,” said Priscilla Brenes, a nutrition and health specialist with K-State Extension. “They often provide beneficial support, but when there’s an imbalance – called dysbiosis – it can actually be harmful.”

That imbalance, researchers are finding, may be closely linked to the development of Type 2 diabetes and obesity. When the gut microbiome is out of balance, it can lead to inflammation, weakened immunity, and even disruption in how the body processes sugar.

The gut microbiome begins forming at birth and continues to evolve throughout life. Brenes notes that factors such as how we were born – via natural birth or C-section – the foods we eat, our stress levels, medication use, and even our environment influence the microbes in our gut.

One way to support a healthy gut is through probiotics – beneficial bacteria found in fermented foods like yogurt, sauerkraut, kimchi, kefir, kombucha, and miso.

“These probiotics help maintain a healthy community in our gut and support immune response,” Brenes said. “They help with our immune response, or how our bodies respond when we get sick, or to other pathogens in the environment.”

Brenes said yogurt is a common choice for adding probiotics to one’s diet: “When shopping for yogurt, look for labels that say ‘live cultures.’ That means the probiotics are still active when you consume them.”

Just as important are prebiotics – fibers from fruits, vegetables, legumes, nuts, and whole grains that feed the good bacteria.

“Think of it like this: just as we eat every day, our (beneficial) gut microbiota also need to eat,” Brenes said. “Prebiotics are their food source.”

Brenes said the connection to diabetes comes down to what those good bacteria produce when they digest fiber: short-chain fatty acids, or SCFAs.

“These SCFAs help strengthen the gut lining, acting as a protective screen,” Brenes said. “They help prevent harmful substances from entering the bloodstream and support better blood sugar control by reducing inflammation and helping insulin work more effectively.”

According to the American Diabetes Association, nearly 258,000 Kansans have been diagnosed with diabetes, or approximately 10.3% of the state’s population. The ADA estimates 17,000 new cases are diagnosed in Kansas each year.

Brenes recommends a pair of publications available for free from the K-State Extension bookstore: Good Gut Health, and Taking a Look at Fermented Foods.

Local extension offices also will have information two community-based diabetes programs, Dining with Diabetes and the new Live in Control Diabetes program.

Live in Control pairs individuals with diabetes and a support partner to work together on managing blood sugar, medications, and diet, Brenes said.

“It’s about not doing it alone,” she said. “And November is a great time to start taking those steps.”