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BOW HUNTERS WANTED

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Bow Hunters Wanted

On September 22nd, 2016, ScopeShield requested applications from bow hunters to test a new ScopeShield product being released this winter. ScopeShield, Inc., based in Eugene, Oregon, is the manufacturer of the original neoprene scope cover, the ScopeShield.

For over 20 years, ScopeShield has been providing high quality neoprene scope covers to gun and rifle hunters worldwide.

Give Me Liberty...

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Once again, we’ve been brought face to face with the specter of an evil man taking the lives of a large number, 49 at present count, of our fellow human beings and fellow United States citizens.

Once again, we’re faced with the harsh reality of evil or misguided politicians or fellow citizens using a horrible event in the attempt to further their agenda.

What is that agenda? At its core, it is the attempt to control, through the taking away of liberties, from those with whom they disagree or fear.

Camo, Concealment, and Hiding in Plain Sight

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It’s another rainy morning here at my cabin in Southeast Alaska. The boat motors are still in the shop; the salmon aren’t yet in the rivers; deer season is still two months away, so I’m sitting upstairs at my computer, looking out over my small acreage of young forest. Logged in 1994, the trees are now growing back so thick, and so fast, and so tall, you can barely see the ground!

Starting Over – Again

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Thorne Bay, Alaska.  Home, finally, once more.  Or as much as that is possible, in this world.  In the words of that favorite old gospel song of mine, this world is not my home, I’m just a passing through. My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me, from Heaven’s open door, And I can’t, feel at home, in this world, anymore.

This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through. My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me, from Heaven’s open door, And I can’t, feel at home, in this world, anymore.

Elk Hunt Trail Diary: Day 13

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We slept in. The thermostat said 35-degrees in the cargo trailer and 33-degrees in the tent. Burrrrrrrr!

At 6am, our neighbor Mr. Hoot Owl was hooting up a storm. By 7am, the camp robbers (the jays we had been feeding for two weeks) were dancing all around the top of the cargo trailer. They were hungry and wanted breakfast.

We fed the jays meal-worms and left over breakfast.

I start their day with a plate full of meal-worms and then add to it based on what we don't finish from breakfast or last night's leftovers. They are spoiled!

Elk Hunt Trail Diary: Day 12

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Our last great hunt of the season. We know where they are but nobody will go in with us. The area is huge. Gary knows the area but one of the courses we need to take is "uncharted territory" as he stated. We told a few if the other hunters what our plan of attack was and they basically told us "good luck" because of the vast area and thick reprod.

Our last great hunt of the season.

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