Fly fishing fruitlessly in mangroves

Fly fishing fruitlessly in mangroves

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Joe Humphreys-Article

The blog has not been abandoned!
Fortunately sometimes people who fancy themselves as writers have opportunities to be published, unfortunately the brain dump that is their blog suffers for it.

I've been blessed to have been working with my local newspaper, the Reading Eagle, writing about outdoor topics such as fly fishing and bowhunting.

From time to time I'll post links to the articles that have gone to print, hopefully you enjoy them, and find them informative.

My first byline was a doozie! I had the opportunity to interview, PA fly fishing legend Joe Humphreys, an outstanding individual whose focus on conservation through fly fishing has taught many of us a prime example of outdoors stewardship.

Click the link below for the Reading Eagle story.

Joe Humphreys Article

Meeting Joe Humphreys at our TU Chapter 40th Anniversary Banquet.



Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Eight questions with artist Josh DeSmit

Recently I discovered artist Josh DeSmit. To get right to the point, seeing his work and hearing his story hit me directly in the solar plexus. I decided I wanted to share his work with whatever audience I could scrounge up. 

Despite encouragement from others I personally veered from the path of art long ago. I have sensed a significant unbalance ever since; partaking a greater variety of working experiences than most people and, as my wife will tell you, too many hobbies. My mind races, always unsettled, always looking for the next challenge. Perhaps writing has helped me be an artist by proxy? There still exists in me a kinship to artistic expression. Occasionally I find myself truly connected to something, and encouraged by the story behind it.

His artwork is dynamic and like any good artist, he finds a way to connect to and inspire his audience, it certainly inspired me. DeSmit's path is proof that we shouldn’t squander our gifts, and represents what we all know to be true, that whatever our spark is we need to fan that flame and not let trepidation or life douse it. When he graciously agreed to answer my questions I started forming the blog in my mind. Like an anxious child I began working ahead considering my own artistic pathway, or lack thereof, sometimes forgetting I wanted the article be not about me but about sharing Josh’s art. Yet as I mentioned, I couldn’t help feeling personally connected to it, and his response to my first question solidified that.

Whether or not you’re an outdoor enthusiast, please take a few moments to enjoy learning more about Josh DeSmit through his own responses to my questions. Josh is a Minneapolis based artist who uses mixed media to express the combined components of his life experiences and passion for the outdoors. To learn even more about him and see more of his art follow the links below.

Photo from joshdesmitart.com

Photo from joshdesmitart.com



Can you describe realizing art was something you absolutely had to pursue?

I knew that I needed to pursue art as a career while working in a warehouse after college and applying for "big boy" jobs in the evening.  All the while, trying to squeeze in some hunting and fishing time and hone my artistic skills until the wee hours. It was crappy day to day work, and nothing I'd applied for really seemed to spark genuine enthusiasm. After a few interviews and countless hours of overtime at the warehouse, I came to think that if I gave the standard route consideration any longer, I would surely never have the time to do it all in earnest and art would slowly exit my life.  Something had to give, and instead of making other folk's dreams a reality I quit my job, and quit applying for those real jobs.

What are you trying to communicate through your art?

Though those days of juggling everything were hectic, they formed a core for my work.  Most folks out there have a couple gigs nowadays, and recreational hobbies are as consuming as they have ever been in society.  Mix in social media, and the world is a chaotic place.  I aim to communicate the overlap of societal calamity and the pursuit of serene escape.  My vehicle is usually fly fishing, because it is one of my most pursued recreations, and I try to couple that imagery with an urban aesthetic. Living in Minneapolis I see the lines of urban and rural blurring rapidly as sprawl is obvious and cabin country is but an hour or two away.

Obviously your work is inspired by the outdoors, what about the outdoors inspires you?

I think the direct connection with nature is exhilarating. In hunting and fishing we humans have to reinsert ourselves into the natural world to have success.  To fool an animal is something we absolutely take for granted in this age of convenience, whereas we used to have to do it to survive. We learn from experiences and mistakes, and the more we go the more we grow. It's rewarding and inspiring to get up early, learn from and soak in nature even if it's for carp below skyscrapers.

From where else do you draw inspiration?

I find inspiration in graffiti on passing trains, billboards, other artists, social media, fly fishing videos, wikiart, museums, my English Setter Linus and my wife, Kelley.  There is a sweet public radio station in Minneapolis called The Current. Stream it, you won't be mad. I love to teach people to hunt and fish, and to see them have success is very inspirational. My family owns a cabin in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, as well. It is our escape and place to unwind and get inspired on too many beverages.

You use so many tools to complete a piece, how did you come upon your style?

Happy mistakes.  I am an expert in no art process, but I'm pretty good at a lot of things.  I enjoy finding multiple ways to use mediums that suit my hand, and I like to be fairly immediate. I started by combining printmaking with spray paint and sharpies, but have since lost access to the printing press.  I was forced to use new materials.  Now I work in acrylic, paint pens, spray paint, and sometimes bust out the wooden spoon to press a couple prints. If something goes astray I use something else to reign it back in.  I'm not afraid to adapt to the situation of an individual piece. Shit will happen, and often it's the shit fixing that becomes the heart of the piece.

What other artist or person motivates you?

My wife is my main motivator. She kicks ass, and works hard.  She is a photographer on the side, and going through a lot of what I did a couple summers ago. If I'm slacking she tells me, and it's really cool to see her build her business.  She will be full time in no time.  Other than that, there are lots of great new sporting artists with their own touch.  I'm not in the business of one upping, but those folks push me to keep getting better, and when I see someone throw up something rad on instagram I can't help but want to create.

Do you have a favorite piece? Why is it your favorite?

My favorites come and go, but right now I really like a piece I did last summer after returning home from a trip with Redington to film an episode of Find Your Water.  It's called "The Green Drakes" and I just love how it is the right mix of throwback American modernism, mixed with a graffiti-esque edge, and it's just a lot of visuals in a smallish piece.  The inspiration from the green drake hatches we hit on tiny mountain creeks wraps up the awesomeness for me, and brings me back to some cutthroats (trout) I'll never forget. 

What advice do you have for anyone pursuing a creative path in life?

My advice is to struggle for a while, and grind it while you have something stable before you have mouths to feed. Burn the midnight oil.  When you can't stand to do it all anymore then take the leap, but be ready for it. Be different, and offer something unique.  Network like crazy and be good about social media. Have at least a loose plan and be pretty good at what you do.  There's enough money out there to put a roof over your head, and eat some decent food. It won't be glamorous, and it isn't for me, but it's liberating....I might need to take some of this advice now that I've actually written it down.  'Fake it 'til you make it' is what my buddy Ed Anderson told me, and I'm stickin' to it.


Thank you again to Josh DeSmit, best of luck!


Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Berks County Outdoors-TV spot for TU

Hello all in blogger land!

Just a quick post to share a link. I was blessed to have a chance to represent my TU chapter and discuss our 40 year history, current projects and upcoming banquet where we'll have Joe Humphreys as our key note speaker. If you're interested in TU, fly fishing, or conservation in general you might find it interesting. Thank you!

Tom



Berks County Outdoors: Thomas Ham from the Tully Chapter of Trout Unlimited visits and Roger Mallon and Bob Entler share video of trout stocking.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

PA Deer Urine Ban?

(From the Woody's Sporting Goods Blog)

The crew at Woody's had a great time at the 2016 ATA show in Louisville KY this year. As always we look forward to bringing our customers the best products we can, from our core items to new things the industry has to offer.

As some of you may be aware, the PAGC is considering a ban on natural deer urine over fear it may encourage the spread of CWD. Obviously this is a concern to retailers across the state who enjoy offering their customers natural deer lures.

Throughout the ATA show we spoke to the manufacturers of these products and voiced our concerns over placing orders while the PAGC is mulling over the decision. There are many in the natural deer lure industry who are great people working very hard already to suppress the impacts of this disease. This was very comforting to us. What is more comforting to know is that Mitch King, the ATA Director of Government Relations has been working on this issue in an effort to offer the PAGC a workable solution. Mitch was kind enough to sit with us and discuss his progress with the powers that be. The ATA is aiming to deflect regulations by offering a business to business solution that will allow retailers to sell urine based products and for hunters to feel confident in using them. Their solution is to require deer urine suppliers to fit certain operating guidelines and proprietors who package the urine to use a label bearing a mark of ATA approval.

The measures the ATA will require participating scent manufacturers to abide by include; increased herd monitoring, severely restricting importation and exportation of animals, double fencing their herd, annual inspections of facilities and herds, and working with state agencies to advance our understanding of CWD. There are several categories of participation beginning with urine production facilities, to scent manufacturers, and then distributors/retailers.

The idea being that if the PAGC agrees to this solution, retailers can make this product available to the consumer and hopefully we can curb resolutions that involve more regulations. Some of the participating manufacturers should sound very familiar; Buck Bomb, Code Blue, Hunter's Specialties, Tink's and Mrs. Doe Pee just to name a few.

According to the current issue of Pennsylvania Outdoor News, the board has "no apparent consensus" about what to do. However the conversations around a ban have been taking place since last fall, and Commissioner Putnam is "leaning toward introducing a deer urine-use ban at the upcoming meeting (Jan 31-Feb 2)." Other board members are not so convinced these products are contributing to the spread of CWD. It seems some are even leaning towards a "targeted depopulation" in certain areas of the state, whereby sharpshooters would cull portions of the herd in areas where CWD was found.
As CWD continues to be a concern for PA deer, one can only assume some action will be taken at some point, what that action is remains to be seen. Unfortunately an entire industry hangs in the balance.

Needless to say there are a variety of other economic and political loose ends to sew up in the process, but we all have a voice and if you're a hunter or a retailer, you need to speak up and write your representative and the PAGC...NOW! Chronic Wasting Disease is obviously a cause for concern and something we all need to take seriously, without a healthy deer heard our PA hunting heritage is at risk.

I will do my best to offer follow up articles on this matter. Mitch King's contact information is available at www.archerytrade.org.

Tom

Saturday, October 24, 2015

The Ghost

6:00 a.m. on October 17th I’m approaching my stand. I access the ridge through some of the thickest growth the hill had to offer, finally hitting the rocks instead. I emerge from a hollow on the south side of the mountain; I follow a diagonal path left unmarked. A few unique trees I have memorized let me know where I’m at in the darkness. I over walk the stand and cross the ridge back tracking to it. It’s calculated but always a gamble, you never know from where the deer might come. The wind is also a fickle beast as changing degrees ever so slightly it can go from steady to a spinning whirlwind. Having hunted this ridge for several seasons now I knew it wasn’t a matter of if, just a matter of when…”why not today” I thought? Enough deer encounters in that area made me a believer, enough to have not one but two stands up there. In the complete darkness and with temps trying to get out of the 30’s I spot the faded camo ratchet strap around the trunk, home sweet home.

Finding the stand and making an inconspicuous approach is a must up there. Deer follow the thermals up, bucks starting to chase would be cruising the place for doe, they’re on the move, they’re sniffing, and they will bust you. The first thing I noticed was how much fresh green growth was illuminated by my headlamp. Being as tall as I was this brush concerned me, upon further inspection I realized my 100% knock em’ dead shooting lanes were reduced from about 6 to a paltry 2. Didn’t seem that bad on a September walk through, but with decent rain and no killer frost yet, this stuff was problematic. Dropping my bow and gear at the base of the ladder I created two mock scrapes with attractant in locations that would hopefully get a deer stepping into a line of fire.

Nestled in my seat at 6:45 a.m., I was downing a sandwich before dawn’s first light. A few moments later the first rays of sun would top the opposite ridge and start to shed light on my little piece of paradise. I call it that because truly it is not only one of my favorite places to hunt, but one of my favorite places to BE. Downed trees, rocks and the turning fall foliage makes this spot among the prettiest I have ever been, seeing deer pass through on occasion just makes it even more special.

It had rained the day before; the damp leaves were like a carpet, even in my huge boots I didn’t make much noise in my approach. It was going to be one of those mornings, “be still” I thought to myself “because you don’t stand a chance at hearing them approach.”

No surprise then that the first movement I detected was not accompanied by a single sound, the buck came in like a ghost.

I first sensed movement to my left. I saw the rear end of a whitetail stepping into the thicket, when the head moved beyond the growth I immediately felt a surge of adrenaline, like an atomic bomb went off in my gut and the heat just surged through my whole body. What happened next happened quickly. The buck walked behind several trees as he approached, every time his vision was obscured, I made a move.

He’s behind a tree, so I stand up, behind another tree, I grab my bow off the hook, behind another tree, and I draw back. I felt the wind in my face…he was beat. He stepped to 20 yards directly in front of me. Bobbing his head he quartered slightly to his left and the arrow was let loose. The last thing I saw was the fletching blur with the color of my pin at a spot where I imagined his lungs would be. 

He kicked and jumped and walked off. He headed in the opposite direction from where I came in. He moved slow but steady over the next shelf and disappeared. This was 7:30 am.

I decided a solid 30 minutes would pass before I even budged. It’s amazing what you do to pass the time. I saw the shot with my own eyes, so there was no need to replay it in my mind.

I resolved to think of my family for a while, my wife and two children, the love and support I get from them and how I hoped to honor them by harvesting this animal. 

I soaked in the beauty of the moment and the place. I reflected upon what had happened. The nervousness, the fever as they call it….in that split second you’re deciding you are going to take a life. But as an ethical hunter you’re taking responsibility for that life and your food. You tap into something primal, something instinctive. We practice to make a clean kill, we scout, we shoot, and we come to grips with it all… raging against trepidation. You won’t find these feelings on your iPad, there isn’t an app for that.

At 8:03 I climbed down and quietly inspected the area the buck stood. Blood and flesh splattered on brush, hair on the ground, but the arrow was nowhere to be found. After a few more minutes of toiling I decided I was confident enough in my shot to proceed with tracking, so on the blood trail I went. The 10 point didn’t make it easy on me; the blood trail was merely a fleck here and there, amidst an army of yellow leaves turning red on the ground! At one point I had even lost it and found myself looking for upturned leaves left disturbed by limping hooves.

A very grateful hunter and his quarry. 
After quite some time and effort I of course began to worry, the idea that I hadn’t found the arrow because the shot hadn’t passed through entered my mind. What if the arrow was still in the deer and clogged the exit wound? My heart began to sink, the deer was going to die and I may not find it, a hunter’s worst nightmare. A beautiful animal, a source of nourishment for family and friends, left to waste. 

In a moment of ultimate frustration I looked to the forest and too the sky and pleaded to see SOMETHING, anything. I was rewarded in that moment, for the next thing I saw was blood, more of it than I had previously seen, it lead to more upturned leaves and eventually a glimpse of white fur in a gully not far in the distance…finally I found him, he was down.

I approached cautiously but knew right away he had expired. I knelt down beside him, took off my glove and felt his slightly still warm neck. All I remember from that moment was repeatedly saying 'I didn’t give up on him,' and that 'I would have drug him out of hell if that’s where I had to track him to,' I also of course thanked him.



You can buy moments like that, but you pay in determination and hard work, the deer of course pays in blood, it’s certainly nothing to be taken lightly.

The arrow is still missing, let it be gone. A friend came and grabbed my gear after I field dressed the deer. I started to drag the buck the long way down the mountain. Me and the ghost moving over rocks, logs and ferns, crossing creeks, his 150 plus pounds reminding me I had to earn him every step of the way…a lesson I will be glad to learn as often as one can.

I'm not one for "Trophy Pic's," but I did want to show the uniqueness of this 6 x 4 rack. Of those in our little hunting troop, no one ever spotted this buck before or got trail camera pictures of him.




Tuesday, August 25, 2015

The soul of bowhunting

Working in an archery shop, we see it all, the gadgets, advancements in shooting technology. There are many products out there that will truly help a hunter enjoy his or her experience in the field, and perhaps have more success. But there are even more products out there just designed to "catch a hunter," as we say. Everyone has their own style and appreciates different things about hunting.

Bow hunting has a certain allure, a certain mystique. It is unbelievably hard to explain to others how much more fulfilling the challenge is, how you can enjoy the experience of it even without success. This time of year we are presented with the full arsenal of the industry, luckily this evening I was blessed to find something that excited me way more than some highfalutin new trail cam, a crazy new broadhead, or the 355th new RealTree camo pattern ever could. I found a video by Clay Hayes, a traditional bowhunter who makes his own bows and relies on woodsmanship to close the gap between him and his quarry. Trust me, you have 17 minutes to watch this video where Clay examines why we hunt, and why reducing the challenge of it might not be all it's cracked up to be.

Readers of this blog may recall I attempted to address these things as well in an earlier post- Why do we do it?

Please take the time to enjoy and share the fruit of Clay's hard work!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwGGyC8XXV8&sns=tw




Sunday, August 23, 2015

Practice?! We're talking about practice!

August is dwindling; you’ll hear no complaints from me! To put it plainly the heat and humidity make me sad. I enjoy the warm times of year, but I’m always chomping at the bit for autumn. You’d be hard pressed to find a hunter from the north east who has an issue with the crisp air and changing leaves. Jeeze, I even opened one of my hunting packs yesterday and was hit with the smell of my year old doe urine scented candles, some people might have gagged, I reveled in the moment! …then again I just might be weird.

Having put a little more effort into property I have permission to hunt I moved a stand to a different location last weekend. One trail cam showed a lot of traffic; Spike bucks, 6 pointers, fawns, yearlings, and most important, multiple Doe. For a meat hunter like me there was no contesting the fact I needed to put the stand closer to that cam.

I felt it was important to actually shoot from the new stand location. The night after I moved the stand I was overcome by worries of shooting lanes and misjudged distances. I had put all the labor in of hauling 90 lbs. of awkward metal through the brush but failed to consider the all-important details of shooting from the dang thing! I think this is something we all should consider. And much to consider there is.

Arrows, Target, and treestand in the background-a beautiful August sight!
As mentioned it is late August, hunting season is getting closer and closer. My personal strategy is to regularly scope things out through the summer but then not disturb the stand area for the few weeks prior to the season. If I wanted to practice from the stand it was this weekend or not at all.

Today’s high temps being only mid 80’s the morning was a little cooler. The first thing I considered was NOT beating the heat and going in too early. This was not a stealth mission so I wanted to make sure the deer weren’t on the move while I was there. Whether checking cams or looking for sign make sure if you’re going on the deer’s turf this time of year it is during a time of day you can safely assume they are bedded down somewhere.

Number two, scent control. Even though hunting season is still weeks away you don’t want to risk them being aware of your presence, so “de-stink” yourself the same as you would in October. This morning it was particularly important as I was going to be touching a lot of cover in the area, and though my clothes were treated I couldn’t stop the sweat, so I tried not to get to grabby with limbs and brush. (As I understand it a deer can smell dead human skin cells that flaked off us 24-36 hours later!)

Now on to the fun part, the Shootin’!

If you’re not aware by now, suspending your target is a great way to extend its life. Whether a $32 bag target or a $150 one, hang it and it’ll last longer. My practice session today would be no exception. I used a spare haul line to suspend the bag between trees. Just a little off the ground to represent the area a deer’s vitals would be. There are 5 possible places I can shoot a deer from this stand, so I moved the target to each one and put multiple rounds in each time, some standing, and some while seated.






Using a rangefinder helped today, just for reference though. I use a single pin sight and leave it locked in at 25 yards for any shot up to 30 yards. I find when shooting from an elevation the true accuracy of your shot comes from knowing how low to aim at varying distances. Some people invest a ton of money into range finders that account for the angle and stand elevation…that still doesn’t mean I have time to fiddle with my pin setting when a deer is moving through my effective range, so not too unlike a recurve shooter I’m just going to get to know my bow and arrow and what they do.

This post is not going to give you the magic code for pushing tacks from an elevated position at varying distances, rather I am just trying to impart on you that being able to do it requires practice. At 20 yards I need to aim 2.5 inches low, at 23 yards it was 2 inches low, at 16 yards it was probably 4 inches low, mind you this was all with my pin set to 25 yards. If you want to google this topic you will find a ton of neat little drawings with triangles and grids and arcs and all of that. You can try wrapping your brain around it or you can simply get in a tree and see for yourself. I don't recommend shooting at a deer until you do.

No two hunters set up is exactly the same. Me shooting my bow from 18 feet up at a 22 yard target means I need to aim 2-3 inches low, this doesn’t mean you will too, so this is an exercise that EACH and EVERY hunter needs to practice on their own. Additionally, anytime something about your rig changes, ie. draw weight, arrow weight, tip weight, you can be sure your trajectory will too!

Shooting from the stand also helped me understand any pruning I had to do to clear shooting lanes. Most of the little stuff will be dead or dying come hunting season, but any branch I could see while shooting that was even 3/16” was getting eliminated. Brush still has time to grow so I'm not taking any chances.

Consider this exercise a dress rehearsal. You are after all getting up there with some of your gear and you darn well better be wearing your harness too. Any stand maintenance or necessary adjustments will become evident while shooting out of it, so make sure you take an extra ratchet strap and some tools in case you need to do a little work while you’re there.

Elevated shooting can be tricky; it’s probably the most intimidating part of bow hunting to me to be honest. The true distance given elevation, the arc of the arrow, it’s enough to make my head hurt. In the end the best shots I made on the bag were the ones where it just felt right to let the arrow loose, overthinking can be detrimental to your experience afield.  The closest range I practiced actually didn’t require aiming terribly low, how’s that for confusing? My guess is between my pin being set to 25 yards and the bag only being at 12 yards (halfway) the arc of the arrow got to its peak at that range…or not, trigonometry was never my strong suit anyways. Point is I know where to aim at that range now.

Pretty steep shooting, took me multiple arrows to figure out where the pin should go, but it's priceless knowledge!
I hope some of my experiences from today help you all too, especially if you’re using a single pin like me. I love the adjustable HHA for 3D shoots, but in the field it’s locked in and the rest is on me.

A few pointers-
  • Even though we’re trying to be scent free, bug spray isn’t a bad idea!
  • Take plenty of arrows, it's no fun having to climb up and down too much.
  • Don’t do this exercise from your actual hunting stand unless it’s a time of day when the deer aren’t coming through, even if that means dealing with August heat.
  • When pruning and trimming shooting lanes don’t radically change the landscape, just take off what you need and leave the area still appealing for deer.
  • Your first shot at each target location should be lower than you think it needs to be, this helps you understand the shot better and will cost you fewer arrows sailing through the woods.


Be safe out there and keep shooting, the season isn’t too far off!


Friday, June 26, 2015

Off Season Scouting

Hello All!
The below post was also posted to my other blog  Woody's Place that I will be authoring on behalf of the archery shop I work at. You can enjoy it here, but I also hope you hop on over and follow the blog. You can also check out our facebook page and our Website!

For me scouting begins at the close of the previous season. The deer find themselves at desperate odds with the environment. Their survival habits will be more evident as they struggle to make it through the winter. Late season hunters get a preview of this, especially in the aftermath of rifle seasons. A hunter willing to put some frozen ground under heel, use trail cameras, and glass deer during the winter, will be privy to habits earlier observations may not have shown them. Chances are a hunter will see sign more than actual deer, with the leaves bare and the ground hard we need to focus more on turned leaves, scrapes, and scat. I think it goes without saying to get your rear in the woods after a snowfall and study those tracks! 
I've often thought of the winter scouting as a great way to figure out my "wild card" stand location, that option for where to be when deer sense more pressure in the woods come fall and I'm not seeing as many as I'd like to from normal stand locations. 
Then of course comes shed hunting season. For some of us this is incredibly exciting! Maybe we get lucky and find a shed that tells us the buck that was consistently one step ahead of us survived. Or it can alert us to other bucks in the area. Coming up empty shouldn't dishearten anyone, however. Finding a shed is merely a sign that a buck was there, the best thing to do is consider where that shed was found in proximity to food or bedding areas and make a mental note.
Spring into Summer scouting can be fun. As temps get friendlier and nutrients become more plentiful deer move from the recesses and security of the deep woods more frequently. Obviously this makes them easier to observe. This is usually a time when many of us begin our scouting. Early summer scouting only serves to get me excited for the fall by reaffirming deer are in my hunting areas, but it's important none the less, because who doesn't want that confidence heading into bow season? It also shows us how many deer survived and how many new deer were born, and I can't imagine a hunter not wanting to see a healthy herd.

This is also a good time of year to consider pruning a path to your stand or blind. Why not get a jump on this? I've been lax some off seasons and it is no fun needing to "machete" your way through to put up a stand or camera. You will make yourself less detectable with a clearer path and strategic trimming around your stand offers deer a path of less resistance, which they happen to appreciate as much as us!

The end of summer can be dicey, as this is when we really want to try and pattern deer, but should not disturb the hunting grounds too much. Trail cams are especially useful in late summer for those reasons, but as we go to check them it should be with little frequency and we should practice the same stealthy tactics we do while hunting.

For any seasoned hunter it is easy to know roughly where the deer are and when under "normal circumstances." Most of us understand natural funnels, bedding areas, feeding areas, and cover areas, but with all that in mind I'd also use scouting to think out of the box. What I'm getting to is understanding where to be under "abnormal circumstances," like say, a Saturday during the season when a multitude of hunters descend upon the woods. You're not just trying to get ahead of the deer, but other hunters as well. This means having a great plan A, but also a B, C, and D, with each giving you a worthwhile opportunity. 

It may seem trivial but even understanding common wind directions and topography of an area will help with stand location and travel routes to stands. Try to find a route allowing a downwind approach, that also avoids deer paths. Some hunters like using a side hill to avoid their outline being detected by the ever watchful eyes of deer, but be cautious in this as deer also use side hills for the same reason, so avoid them at times of day a deer will perhaps use that same hill en route to your stand. This is all part of off season scouting because figuring things out on the fly rarely works to be a successful hunter. I've been known to spent quite a few summer evenings sitting at great distances from my potential stand with binoculars just watching where deer come and go from.

I won't go much into using attractants because not everyone likes the tactic. In the end I like them because it brings deer to my camera or area where I'm considering sitting. With that in mind I am always mindful of natural food sources and usually use attractants in close proximity to them. In PA there is no baiting allowed, so all deer candy has to be gone within so many weeks of the season opener, so I'm hedging my bets with things like acorns and clover anyways.

In the end I believe all these things just help me create a bit more luck for myself. As a self taught hunter I have made alot of mistakes, the one thing I have learned about hunting, public lands in particular, is to think one step ahead. Deer are a living breathing and THINKING being. They are always in survival mode and will not give up too easily. Always be thinking and be creative. Chances are that one extra step you thought was just you "over thinking" a situation, could be the very idea that has you drawing back on a nice buck or doe this fall!

Happy Scouting,
Tom


Thursday, August 14, 2014

SCD Story Submission

Earlier today I submitted a "very" short story to 'Sporting Classics Daily' for their new contest of hunting stories totaling a mere 200 words. The stories could be fact or fiction and the contest runs through October. It didn't take me long to think of a story, then I just polished it up a bit.

I wanted it to be unique. Here it is...exactly 200 words.


*Awake and moving, I step gingerly through the briar. The early morning shows my breath frosty in the air. A light slumber and the biting chill of night might have these bones a little rickety, I might be slightly grayer than seasons past, but I am wiser too. My instinct tells me it is time to go. I walk, stop, look and listen, my senses on fire as I scan the woods with dawn’s light upon me. Through many a season I have learned the art of being unseen, I have learned to trust the wind, and I have learned that patience will rule the day. I know these woods well, from the moss covered rocks to the countless rotting stumps; those lingering ghosts that whisper tales of their past glory. Warming up slightly I continue to slowly move; walk, stop, look, listen. The woods are alive, but still, and movement betrays all of its treasures. I close in on a clearing I know well, where oaks grow tall. The winds mysteriously shift, therefore so do I and a new scent catches my attention. The acorns will wait and I move on undetected, while the man in the tree remains.*  


Hopefully you realized the plot twist at the very end. I gather the majority of those who would ever read that passage are hunters and would easily assume the narrator was also a hunter. Not until the very end do we realize the story is being told from the perspective of the deer. Sure, that helped me make a unique story, but it also helped me explore something I have long considered, the similarities between predator and prey. With a trace amount of ambiguity I was able to mask the true identity of the narrator.
I think if I ever have the time, this "very" short story might turn into a longer more in-depth study, but for now hopefully some of you can enjoy it, since this might be the only way it will ever see the light of day. But hey, if I win, there is a pretty sweet LL Bean jacket in my future.

I welcome any feedback.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Chesapeake Bay - Fiction and Fact.


The following is a semi-refined draft of the article I will be submitting for our next Trout Unlimited newsletter. Lately I seem to be making a habit of using other authors work as a Launchpad for my own. This is a truly baffling thing, since I hardly have time for writing, where the hell am I finding the time to read???
 
James A. Michener was a native of Doylestown PA. A museum in his name stands in his hometown, on display there are works from local, well known artists. Born in 1907 he obtained a Master’s degree, became an educator, ran for public office, and served in the Navy during WWII. He also earned The Presidential Medal of Freedom and served on the NASA Advisory council. Impressed yet? Well, despite all the above, James Michener is actually more known for his more than 40 published novels. Most of his books are recognized as a perfect blend of fiction and history. His stories typically span generations and employ a remarkable amount of historical research that take readers on a palpable journey through time.

Michener, despite his many accomplishments was not, to the best of my knowledge, a fly fisherman…I’m writing about him today because not only is he one of my favorite authors, but because of his book “Chesapeake.” In the chapter titled ‘Voyage Eleven: 1886,’ he describes the effects on the Chesapeake Bay from a massive sea born storm that lands in central Pennsylvania. While actual historical occurrences drive his tales, Michener is careful to not cross the line, he is a story teller not a text book writer or record keeper. Did a massive storm leapfrog from Norfolk to the Susquehanna Valley that year? While Michener’s reputation for research is more notorious than mine, I cannot find much…what I can confirm is that was one hell of a year for hurricanes on the Atlantic coast. But that’s not the point, because storms happen all the time. Obviously they generate in the south and where they make landfall depends, and the bay can take a real beating even if the storm doesn’t drop right on it. The Susquehanna River does flood, and that water goes to the Chesapeake.

Michener starts by breaking down the Bay into its various parts; North, South, East, West, and its bottom and top layers. Each part having its own characteristics and roles within the ecosystem; the northern part being fed by the mighty Susquehanna that pushes in fresh water, to the southern portion which takes on salt water from the ocean, the western side being fed by smaller rivers of fresh water, the east being nutrient rich and dense marshes of brackish water inlets, and then the deeper parts being colder with more salinity than its higher oxygenated top layer that is warmed and replenished by the sun.  

In ‘Chesapeake’ a massive storm results in the Susquehanna River flooding the bay with an abnormal amount of both fresh water and silt deposits. Michener brilliantly breaks down the impact of these factors on the delicate balance of the bay’s diverse ecosystem. The usual equilibrium of salinity, temperature, sunlight and sediment are thrown out of kilter. He evokes our sympathies for the oysters suffocating under sediment deposits, and blue crabs who despite their advantage of mobility over the oysters, struggle to breed and survive in lower salinity. But it doesn’t end there, for by 1886 the local economy was dependent on the bay and also suffers with the loss of its cash crop normally bound for consumers in the cities to the north.

The reader sees that this onslaught was brought on by natural forces. As our hearts are torn by the personification of crabs and oysters, we think we clearly have mother nature to blame; after all we are, along with crabs and oysters, just a pawn in a much larger game. It is as the chapter closes and we feel like we’ve slipped the jab, Michener delivers a blow that puts us on the ropes. He reminds us that our hands too, are bloody. He describes in the last few paragraphs how the Susquehanna did not only carry silt to the bay, but human and industrial waste also. Sewage, oil, poisons…some of the oysters might have survived the silt, but the bay could not dilute the toxicity of human contamination that would ultimately kill the rest of them. Consuming any product of the bay that could be salvaged resulted in death or pestilence such as typhoid. This is a lesson in accountability, realizing our own activity can have exponential impacts on our environment. Since humans have not and probably will not master a “leave only footprints” way of doing things, we need to at least be responsible.

If you have read this far I will reward you by wrapping up shortly. On a very grand scale Michener teaches us that our river systems are more than just the stretch of water we can see at any given place. We can, and do, have an immediate positive or negative impact on our own local streams, but we need to remember they also go to other places. The Chesapeake Watershed is one of the biggest you will find anywhere in the world, which means it can be effected by so many different things, in so many ways. Today we have many threats to maintaining healthy potable and life supporting water. We can always rely on industrial pollution to spoil the party, and though we seem to control that better nowadays, along comes “fracking” to keep us on our toes.

Michener is no doubt a good read, and I’m sure as you read my synopsis you couldn’t help but be reminded of the BP oil spill some years back. Groups like TU, and of course with respect to the very topic of this article, the Chesapeake Bay Foundation, strive to have a positive impact on our water ways. As we are coming up on our annual banquet we are pleased to think how part of our fundraising efforts is to ensure the education of conservation to future generations. We can only hope the message gets out to others as well.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Why do we do it?

"Go afield with a good attitude, with respect for the wildlife you hunt and for the forest and fields of which you walk. Immerse yourself in the outdoor experience. It will cleanse your soul and make you a better person".- Fred Bear

-Sometime after 6 am, I’m not sure. I don’t want to check my phone to see, because I really don’t care. It’s cold, damn cold. I awoke in the cabin at 4:30 am and began the process of getting to the top of the mountain. The tree stand was waiting for me, frozen, coated in ice like everything else in the woods. I’m strapped in and sitting, watching, waiting. The sun is trying to make its way over another ridge, miles from my perch. Hmmm, must be closer to 7am. When emerging light becomes more than just a backdrop and starts to illuminate the woods I begin to feel more relaxed and yet more tense at the same time. Relaxed because this is my element, tense because my senses are heightened; the slightest motion or sound commands my attention. It could be any moment now. A few minutes pass and the overcast challenged sun is reinforced by the snow on the ground. I ask myself, “could I see well enough to make the shot…at this moment?” Then a muffled blast reaches my ear from somewhere in the distance. It doesn’t always take long to hear that first shot. Someone else walks into the woods and spooks a bedded deer, which ran 100 yards, where a blaze orange figure awaited it, maybe even expected it. Its rifle season in Pennsylvania and the woods are alive.



What makes a person hunt?

Ask hunters, why do you do it? You’ll most like hear many versions of the same few answers; for food, for the experience, for constructive use of my time. Some, and I believe especially those who have hunted their entire life as a family tradition, might say “if I have to explain it, you wouldn’t understand.” You might, and I sincerely hope not, find someone so bold as to say they do it only for the “trophy.”

If you don’t hunt, or know anyone who does, chances are your only exposure to this activity is on TV. I’ve probably made this point before, but the TV hunting personalities (they’re not all created equal), are not always the best representation of hunting. Just ask yourself the question, “how does this person get to be a paid TV hunter?” Well, it is endorsements. You see it all the time if you’re watching close enough. The earlier footage of their careers was more about the method, the game, the experience, and the simple truth; you don’t always get your quarry. Then due to quite a bit of marketing effort, the footage catches the attention of manufacturers who think that hunter might be a good representative for their brand. Here comes the money…and the pressure to produce. Would YOU want to pay someone to endorse YOUR product if THEY couldn’t get the desired results??? No way. Instead of real hunting the now “professional hunter” will take to high fenced ranches and private properties with feeders. All they need to do is show up and wait for the buck they paid for, a gargantuan beast of epic whitetail legends that grew so big because he was fed nutrients he couldn’t have obtained on his own in the wild. The magic of editing makes it glamorous….maybe even exciting. But it’s not realistic, and to me, it’s not hunting. And if it is, it is not very sporting.

But as usual, I digress.

The motivation to hunt is a personal one. Perhaps like religious or political views. What we can clearly understand is that 5% of the U.S. population is hunters. This is not much, and unfortunately on the decline. We as a society have gotten away from this activity, and yes, that is a bad thing.

I recently read an amazing book by Allen Morris Jones titled ‘A Quiet Place of Violence; Hunting and Ethics in the Missouri River Breaks.’  With only a mere 5% of America hunting, that leaves a lot of others. The majority are neutral to hunting, while a sizable portion is anti-hunting. The fight to preserve the tradition and opportunity for future hunters is underway. Jones discusses ethics in his work because the anti-hunting argument is predicated largely on the idea that they are on the moral high ground. Ethics can be debated, what cannot be debated is the big picture. This is where Jones masterfully introduces readers to what so many have so easily forgotten, the cycle of life.

If you asked me personally, why Tom, do you hunt? In the past I would have said, “To connect with nature.” After reading AQPV I found a better way of expressing it, and that is, ‘To Participate in Nature.’ Jones begins his book by sharing with us what we all learned in grade school, the life cycle. Small organisms and plants grow, animals eat the plants, predators eat those animals, and predators die, returning to the earth and contributing to organic and plant growth. Scientific fact points out, and so does Jones, that for each and every step to occur, death must occur. In fact, the only thing that ensures the cycle of life continues….is death.

Steven Rinella, an accomplished outdoor author, hunter, and TV personality once made the point that given the entire history of modern man, a non-hunting lifestyle is still experimental. I agree, how can we so easily dismiss thousands upon thousands of years of food acquisition through hunting, when our “grocer” system has existed for what, a few hundred years? On a similar note it is accepted that man being a top level predator was a catalyst to our dominion and subsequent evolution over other species. If you’ve ever read the book ‘Ishmael’ by Daniel Quinn, and I suggest you do, you will read that from an anthropological point of view mankind’s first mistake was putting food under lock and key, instead of continuing working together for food as a community, through hunting and gathering. The way I see it, we stepped out of our natural role as predators, started to bend Mother Nature to our own will, by domesticating animals and cultivating our own food, society was formed and we shot ourselves in the foot.

In his own way Jones defends that point stating that complexities brought on by society, and technology have displaced us from nature, it alienates us from the “process” as he calls it. He further shows us the difference between hunters and those who are just nature enthusiasts. He uses an example of a hiker. For someone who has a passion for walking through the woods or mountains, the scenery is merely an object to be enjoyed and observed, whereas the hunter participates in the process of nature. The hiker eventually goes home, he or she may recall that deer they saw and say, “what a pretty animal.” The hunter seeks to understand the deer, its habits, and its instincts; and competes against it with their own instincts. They don’t see the deer as a pretty ornament, but for what it truly is, a living, breathing, thinking source of nourishment. Together, with that deer, the hunter becomes involved in a relationship, as Jones puts it, “bigger than them and the deer combined.”

AQPV goes much deeper on many aspects of hunting including sporting aspects of hunting, archery vs rifle hunting, religion, and philosophy. Who knew 5% of our population could tap into something so deep, something so vital to the entirety of humanity and our place in this world?

I’d like to think somewhere in every hunter is that carnal instinct to return to the process that made us. That whatever their response to our ‘Why Hunt?’ question, it comes from somewhere deep inside. I’d like to think one day anti-hunters will realize hunters are connecting to something deeper than they can understand. Also that it is hunters who protect the lands and the animals through conservation. We are stewards of the land and water. If it wasn’t for us sportsmen, certain activist groups would have nothing to try and "save," lest they want to switch their cause to housing developments and urban sprawl.

Why do we hunt? I didn’t answer that question, never meant to. I just wanted to give readers a little fruit for thought, and get the ball rolling.

–It’s got to be close to 9:30 am. I am cold but have resolved to sit and wait, I’m confident in my location. A strange noise at the top of the ridge, brush moves, four doe run out. Damn, they’re on the move. What to do? A good quarterback doesn’t throw to the receiver, he throws to where the receiver is about to be. I set the sight between two limbs of a forked tree further down the hill, where I think the doe will pass by. The first doe trots behind it; I "bark" for attention, the deer stops for a split second…the same split second that I squeeze the trigger.

Now the real work begins…


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Feeling Foggy?

This isn't much of a post. Despite my better intentions and best effort, the time for blogging has not made itself known. Fortunately what has contributed to that is I have been able to hunt more this year. Have seen some limited action, hopefully I'll get my shot before the seasons are out. At any rate, I was in the tree one evening recently and saw an amazing site. The fog rolled in just at sunset and gave the woods a very ethereal feel. I sat as long as I could, surrounded by it. Aside from the quality time I spend with my family, it was the most content I've been in a long time. I snapped a pic from the ground. I had to brighten the picture a bit so you could see it better.

If heaven exists, mine looks a little like this.


Like something out of a fantasy movie.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

4 to 1

Four hours...one fish. What a ratio!


oh well, I'll use the old cliché saying...I don't care how many I catch, it’s just being out there that counts...
If that were the case I'd go "out there" without my fishing rod....at any rate, it sounds nice.
Here is a pic of the one that didn't get away, complete with another cliché, the old "fly rod in the teethe pose!!!"


The true Joy of the day was my buddy Eric using a fly rod to fish for the first time, welcome to the brotherhood man!!!

Friday, November 4, 2011

Fall Snow falls


Saturday October 29th, Penn State at home against Illinois. I had the tickets; we had the baby sitter lined up, our tailgating gear packed, and the bomber of Russian imperial stout I’d been saving since my birthday. Yes, at least one Saturday during the fall I forgo the opportunity to hunt to go cheer on Joe-Pa and his band of Big 10 soldiers. It’s not as though the two activities are entirely different. A long hike in from the car to sit high up in a tree stand freezing for a few hours, a long hike from the car to sit high up in Beaver Stadium freezing for a few hours, and in both cases heading back to the car without having shot a deer.
But then the damndest thing happened…10 inches of snow started dumping down on us. We never even made it to the game. We got a whopping 25 miles from home before making the executive decision to go no further. The wife and I returned to our snow covered homestead…and the cable went out, I couldn’t even watch the game on TV! Double burn.
So the day didn’t turn out quite as I planned, but as any outdoors person knows, adaptability is a virtue uncontested!  And as a blogger knows, you seek opportunity where ever it may be, even if it is your own back yard. I decided to make the best of my situation, I like snow, I just like it better when it doesn’t mess up my plans. After digging out the next morning I took the camera down to my home waters, the Tulpehocken Creek. It’s rare that I show up to the Tully without anything but my fly rod, but I figured the juxtaposition of fall colors with snow would make for some great photo ops. To my surprise even a half an hour of sun created quite a bit of melt off. The early morning fog seemed amplified by the combination of temps and moisture; I thought I still got away with some nice pictures.
Enjoy!








...and yes, fish were rising on this beautiful morning! I had watched an angler pull in a nice sized rainbow, he said he caught it on a size 16 pheasant tail nymph....nice!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Fly Guys, Fly Movies

Hey, it’s ok to steal content as long as you give your victims the acclamation they deserve!
I just couldn’t let this go without sharing it with the few people who stop by my little blog. Two local fly-fishing guides have begun posting videos of their fishing trips, most recently this one showcasing their last trip up to New York. Jake and Joe work the TCO Flyshop here in Reading PA and are a constant source of good information for this wannabe trout bum. I can also say if you, like me, spend half your work day going batty in your cubicle, you should take a sanity break and check out their blogs, some very cool fishing adventures had by these two. It’s great to know guys who truly immerse themselves in their craft

….that’s L-I-V-I-N my friends.

.: Early Morning Production: New York Weekend Tour 

All Things Fly  Fly Fishing for the Soul  TCO Fly Shop

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Lessons Learned



Gamelands, evening of archery opener.


The Author enjoying a crisp October morning perched in a tree

I think there is a general consensus on deer hunting; many believe a truly seasoned hunter will pass on more deer than he shoots. There are some variations on this thought, some old timers might say “if you haven’t passed on a deer you haven’t hunted long enough.” You get the idea. Hunters mark their success in different ways. Ultimately, I think most are happy to fill the freezer, some don’t care if it’s a buck or a doe. Some only wish to fill the freezer with something carrying a trophy rack on its skull. Some just live for the thrill of the chase and even seeing a deer marks a successful outing.

These first two Saturdays of archery season have had me out in the bush three times. All three times having had close encounters with deer, specifically doe. For me, even getting within close proximity of a deer is an achievement. This is a creature with a thousand instincts I don’t have. It lives to avoid danger, and live another day. It displays unbelievable patience and caution. It moves without making a sound and miraculously blends in where ever it goes. Its senses are unbelievably effective, and while you might fool their eyes, and beat their ears, I defy anyone to get the best of a deer’s nose. So when I can blend in to my surroundings, and I can be silent enough in my stalk or stand, and play the wind well enough to get one move ahead of this animal, I feel more in tune with nature than most could imagine.

I did not shoot any of the doe. This morning I had a golden opportunity. I had seen two of them moseying towards my stand. Nibbling here and there, stopping, sniffing the breeze, looking around, and listening. Then taking a few more steps my way and repeating the process. Upon getting to within easy 15 or so yards, a “chip shot” for most archers, I realized the doe were in fact much younger than I’d first thought. Nearly full sized but very lean.  The first doe came right into my tree and offered me a perfect shot 3 times. If she survives rifle season, she’ll make for a nice harvest next year. I’m not starving; I didn’t need to take her. Being closer to and not seeing any sign of tailing bucks, I gave a quick “Hey there!” and she backed off right quick.



The two young doe. Photo courtesy of my cell phone!

Another hunter might have taken the shot, and with the season so new, may yet still. For my own part, I didn’t feel like it was my cup of tea. But that decision was mine and mine alone. I feel archery hunting for deer is one of the more calculated versions of hunting, and for those of you who don’t know, it is the first shift of all the deer hunting seasons. We set the tone for our fall & winter in those first few weeks when the woods belong to us. And every hunter takes the shots they will for whatever reasons they have. I’m no elitist, and I’m no trophy hunter, I respond to the situation as I see fit.

Every hunter, no matter their quarry, steps into the field prepared to accept the responsibility of taking the life of another living creature. This is the reality we all accept. All will appreciate that intimate moment in their own way, and hopefully we all arrive at that moment in the most ethical way, with respect for ourselves, the land, and most of all, the animal.

As stated earlier, many hunters have different ideas on what constitutes a “successful” hunt. Those series of moments in the field are what construct our memories of times well spent with our mother nature. Sometimes the experience boils down to that one moment, and sometimes it is not until  that “moment of truth,” that we learn why we are there, and what it means to us. The quiet introspection following a “successful” day in the bush or on the water is the true value of the experience.

I’m going to tell you folks, it is in those experiences, we are offered the truth about ourselves.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

October Looms

As October fast approaches there are two things that come to mind.

The first being hunting season. I don’t get to put in nearly as much time in the field as I’d like. Essentially I have only Saturdays to experience the thrill of the hunt. Would I like to have more time? Absolutely. Maybe one day the fates will allow it, until then I’ll have to live for Saturday. Additional hunting days are sparse if they exist at all. It’s a hard thing to deal with, but something I wouldn’t expect everyone to understand. But when one is given the option to either sit in a cubicle all day, or spend his day in the woods, the choice for me is easy; unfortunately, it’s the option that often escapes me. The trailer in the title of this blog uses the phrase “the would be great outdoorsman,” for a reason. What can I say, when you’ve been out in the deer woods, or on the trout stream before the sun rises, and witness Mother Nature waking up on her own terms, it’s a hard thing to shake, and it can even drive you crazy.

So where would you rather be?

Where I spend 70% of my waking life. Yes, I did the math.

-OR-
Where my head is most of the time...
A big part of hunting season is what you do every other day of the year. The preparation can be just as fun as the hunt itself. We scout, all year round. We hike the game lands in search of signs and clues. Trail cameras are a help, it’s always nice to know what lurks in the woods when you can't be there.


Two young bucks in velvet caught on my trail camera..

You also practice shooting. I take part in a winter shooting league that helps keep me stay sharp. E-Rock and I always enjoy a nice crisp morning of shooting to refine our craft. We had the opportunity to do so this past Saturday. Eric broke out the old recurve and did his best Robin Hood impersonation. I don’t care what you see on TV, those things are damn hard to key in with and to shoot consistently well, but sticking a deer with one will certainly make the highlight reel in Eric’s life.

E-rock firing off a shot, how cool is it that we got the flying arrow in the pic?!?!

I stick with the Matthews compound bow, not that I don’t have an affinity for more traditional weaponry, but it’s just so damn sexy. An interesting thing about archery is the amount of things that need to go right for it to go well. Your stance, your breathing, your draw back technique, your release technique, the light, the wind, the angle of the shot, the trajectory of the arrow….are you getting the point? Consistency is key. When sitting in a tree stand and a deer comes walking into you, buck fever, is a very real thing. The nervousness, the adrenaline, lack of focus, over all fever like symptoms…these things are not exactly conducive to making a good shot. The more instinctive your shooting becomes, the more at ease your mind will be, the straighter your arrow flies. Instinct comes from practice.


Would I ever take a shot this far off? Who knows, just nice to know I could.

It's all about technique people!

OK, so my long range shootin' has me 3/5 happy....need more practice for sure!

I’m sure I’ll be sharing more on the progression of hunting season as it actually happens, another thing comes along with October….the imbibing of fine Oktoberfest Brews! As many of you may well know, this would be great outdoorsman is also a connoisseur of fine spirits; whiskies, wines, porters, ales and such.

The nectar of the Gods! Fuel for the outdoorsman!

The roots of Oktoberfest go back to 1810. In October of that year Prince Ludwig married Princess Therese in Munich. All citizens were invited to the festivities. The following year another festival was held on the anniversary, more or less an agricultural festival and horse racing event, it was also a big party, and the party proceeded to get bigger over the last 200 years. Beers served at Oktoberfest must be brewed locally. The harvest time of year has brought a certain expectation of beers released in October. One of the best and one of my favorites is Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest. This Bavarian brewers operation is said to originate in the year 1410. Legend has it Prince Ludwig himself commissioned Joseph Pschorr, to be one of the few brew masters to develop a special beer for his wedding celebration. This brewery actually had a stake in the origins of one of the biggest celebrations in the world; to say they know what they’re doing is a huge understatement! I strongly recommend you all try some of this great fest bier this year, if you can’t find it, you might find some samplings of its sister company, Paulaner (sound more familiar?) or another ancient Bavarian specialty, Weihenstephaner Fest bier.
You may not all feel the kinship to a good brew like I do. You may not be able to tell the difference between an IPA and a pilsner, a lager and a wheat beer…but if you can’t sense the superiority of a Hacker-Pschorr to a Miller Lite, than my friends, I can’t help you!

In the opinion of this blogger, nothing beats an autumn morning of hunting followed by a cold Oktoberfest beer with a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. But hey, that’s just my opinion.