30-Point Illinois Buck Was a Doe

By: J.R. Absher

Richard Lomas was hunting near the Little Wabash River in southern Illinois on December 2 when he scored on a wild-looking 30-point non-typical whitetail—what he figured was a buck of a lifetime. Upon further examination, he discovered his trophy was missing the “plumbing” necessary to fully qualify as a male of the species.

Yes, in an era where cross-dressing and transgendered practices are becoming the subject of prime time TV shows, Lomas’ heavy-racked deer wasn’t exactly what it appeared to be.

Since that fateful day, Lomas has been basking in newly acquired hunting fame, receiving phone calls from reporters and other hunters from across the country. He told a local newspaper he has already received an offer from a mega-outdoors retailer to buy his deer mount for $50,000.

Lomas shot his “freaky” deer, which sported 30 decidedly non-typical points and a drop-tine still covered in velvet, at the Richard Knackmuhs Farm near Olney, Ill, where he’s employed as a farmhand. He shot it during the second weekend of Illinois’ split firearms deer season.

“I had never seen it before,” Lomas told the Albion Navigator Journal. “No one in the area had seen it before.”

While highly uncommon, antlered does aren’t as rare as many believe. In fact, the occurance of antlered does is the reason most state game agencies specify “antlered” and “antlerless” deer in game regulations instead of “male” and “female.”

Earlier this year, a press release from the Missouri Department of Conservation noted there had been five reports this year from Show-Me State hunters who shot antlered deer this year that appeared—at least externally—to be female.

According to MDC Resource Scientist Emily Flinn, as many as one in every 65 or as few as one in 4,437 female whitetails will grow antlers, depending on the region within North America. It’s all a question of hormones.

“Female deer can grow antlers if they have higher-than-normal testosterone levels,” said Flinn. “In most cases, does’ testosterone levels are too low for full antler development. The antlers are usually small and poorly formed, and they aren’t completely hardened. They typically are still in velvet when hunting season arrives.”

However, few whitetail does that grow antlers ever have a rack to compare with Lomas’ unique deer, with all but one tine polished and hardened.

Remington Stands Strong Against Lies

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CNBC’s Remington 700 Documentary A Clean Miss - Field & Stream

 

Editor’s Note: In light of the recent controversial CNBC program that deemed Remington Model 700 rifles unsafe, we asked Rifles Editor and Gun Nut blogger David E. Petzal to view the broadcast and offer his thoughts in this extended post. Petzal, a 54-year shooter, NRA Certified Rifle Instructor, former Army Drill Sergeant, and one the country’s foremost gun authorities, had this to say:

On October 20, CNBC ran a program entitled “Remington Under Fire: A CNBC Investigation.” Claimed to be the result of 10 months’ of investigation by CNBC, it was narrated by a Senior Correspondent named Scott Cohn. The focus of the program was the trigger designed in the late 1940s for the Remington 721 (the predecessor to the 700) by Remington engineer Mike Walker. According to CNBC, the trigger was known to be defective almost from its inception; its design allegedly allows the rifle to be fired without the trigger being pulled. This has resulted, the program claimed, in thousands of complaints caused by accidental firings, as well as injuries and deaths.

Those are the bare bones. As I expected, “Remington Under Fire” was a hatchet job. The verdict is guilty from the get-go. No one from Remington would come on the program, nor would anyone from Cerberus, Remington’s parent company. This is not because they have something to hide, but because they know that if they appear on a program like this they will be made to look like liars or fools or both. If you’d like an example, consult any of the “documentaries” made by the lovely and talented Michael Moore.

Scott Cohn’s program exhibits an unsubtle mix of ignorance of the subject as well as serious journalistic deficiencies. First is the attitude toward guns as a whole. There were references to “safe” guns. Memo to Mr. Cohn: There is no such thing as a safe gun. Guns are inherently dangerous, and unless you handle them with care the results can be tragic. Everyone shown on the program who was killed or wounded by a 700 suffered because either they themselves or someone else pointed a 700 at them.

This is poignantly illustrated by the death of Gus Barber, a Montana boy who was shot by his mother Barbara in 2000. Mrs. Barber was unloading a 700 whose muzzle was pointed at a horse trailer. On the far side of the trailer was her son. The rifle went off; the bullet passed through the trailer; Gus Barber died. This was a terrible tragedy, and I am very sorry for the unbearable pain the Barbers suffered.

Rich Barber, Gus’ father, believes his son was killed because the rifle went off accidentally. In fact, Gus Barber died because a rifle was pointed at him. If the rifle had been pointed in a safe direction, all the Barbers would have gotten was a bad scare.

This kind of tragedy can happen to anyone, with any gun, if he or she ignores the prime directive of safe gun handling, put best by Jeff Cooper:

“Do not cover with the muzzle of a gun anything you do not wish to destroy.”

The CNBC program has a scene showing a Portland, Maine police sniper setting off a 700 by simply tapping the bolt. Incredibly, Mr. Cohn asks no questions at all about the rifle. Any journalist with even a modicum of gun knowledge would have dragged the department’s armorer on camera and asked this one simple question:

“Have you modified the trigger on this rifle?”

There is an interview with a West Coast range officer who states that 700s fire accidentally with such frequency that these incidents are called “Remington moments.” This is yet another example of more journalistic ignorance. If the rifles are so unreliable, why did Cohn not ask the gentlemen why they are allowed on the range?

In the course of the entire program, only one shooter is allowed camera time to say what a great gun the 700 is. One. There are 5 million Model 700s out there. Surely more than one person must like them. Could he possibly have found two people to say nice things?

It is mentioned that Remington has just been awarded a contract to build 3,000 more Model 700 sniper rifles, but that the Marines have had problems with accidental firing. I guess it was too much trouble to have someone explain that the 700 has been in continual service as a sniper rifle for more than 40 years, and that is has served with distinction under some of the most adverse conditions imaginable. Otherwise, why would the U.S. Government be buying 3,000 more? Are the Marines and the Army crazy?

Here’s what I can tell you about the Model 700 with the original, Walker-designed trigger (the new 700 trigger, the X-mark Pro, is a different design).

• I got my first 700, actually a Model 725, in .222, in 1960. There has never been a time since then when I have not owned at least one 700. I’ve never had an accidental firing with any of them, nor have I seen one, and we are talking hundreds of rifles and tens of thousands of rounds over 50 years.

• I’ve seen one 700 that should not have been handled. It was an ADL in 6mm that was made in the late 1960s. Its owner allowed a shooter who supposedly knew how to do so, to work on the trigger. He botched the job.

•And there we come to the crux of the matter. If the original 700 trigger has a fault, it is that it can be fooled with by anyone who has a small screwdriver. The adjustments are delicate, and if you don’t know how (or know enough) to keep sufficient engagement between the sear and the trigger connector, the rifle can slam fire, or fire when it’s dropped, or fire when the safety is flipped off. The same thing happens when you set the trigger pull lower than 3 pounds; it is not designed to function below that level, and there are some fools who love to take it down to 2 or 2 ½.

Right now I have an old 700 with a Walker trigger that has had over 5,000 rounds put through it with never a problem. But give me 5 minutes and a jeweler’s screwdriver and I can make it dangerous.

Enough. I eagerly await Mr. Cohn’s next program. I’m hoping it will be on why the public has so little confidence in news reporting.

Editor's Note: For Remington’s response to CNBC, please visit www.remington700.tv

This what happens when you mix crappy journalism with lack of knowledge of their topic. Thank you Field and Stream for being the one to stand up for facts.

Sunday Muddy Sunday

Turkey season was in full swing up here in Northeastern Oklahoma and I had a tag left to fill. It had been raining hard for a week and time was running out, so on the first nice morning I packed up the truck for what was to be a fairly short, half-day hunt. I'd heard some good feedback about some turkey bedding locations and was eager to jump em. Planning on a quick 3 hour hunt, I packed light so I could get in and out quickly. Loaded my turkey vest with a few diaphram calls, a squealing hen call, a knife, a granola bar, a water bottle and a pocket full of shotgun shells. I brought a blind and some camo burlap in the truck just in case, but I was planning on making it a stalking morning. For some odd and stupid reason, I ignored my typical routine of packing a case of water, a shovel, and firestarting materials...I wasn't planning a full-day hike, just a quick jaunt into the woods.

The first spot I hit looked promising. I could hear 3 different toms thundering about 300 yards away and I started to put the stalk on them. About 20 minutes into it I realized that they were on the other side of a deep swamp from me. The area I was hunting was thick with brush and you couldn't even see the swamp until you were almost in the middle of it. Thank God for my new Rocky hunting boots - I stayed dry in 9" of water and mud. Realizing that getting around this swamp was going to take another hour, I decided to try a different spot - I was shooting for a quick hunt, remember?

About 3 miles away I pulled into what I hoped was going to be the final resting ground of a big, old thunder-throater. As my truck crested the top of a hill I had a clean view of a valley and river bottoms below me - about 4 miles worth of view...gorgeous! Prime turkey country. I looked at the road as it decended the hill and it looked completely passable, which was a welcome sight since many of the roads in the area had been washed out from the recent torrential rains. As I took off down the hill it only took me 20 seconds to realize it was a mistake. About 200 yards down the hill the backend of my truck started fishtailing - a tell-tail sign I was hitting sticky, Oklahoma mud. The strange thing was, the road still looked completely dry. As my F350's backend swung out from behind me, I instantly (over)compensated, putting my truck into a 3mph spin that there was no recovering from. As luck would (not) have it, the spin ended with the front end of my diesel truck in a water and mud filled ditch while my back end was still on the road. Now, anyone who drives a big block diesel knows how heavy the motor is, and that was not helping me in this situation. I tried in vain for about 15 minutes to rock the truck out of the mud, but didn't make the least bit of progress. It was stuck and stuck good. I wasn't moving.

I took off hiking in an attempt to find some deadfall in the area, hoping to pack enough wood under the tires that they might find something to grab on to. After an hour of dragging deadfall back and attempting to build a platform to get out, I still had made no progress. Luckily I had great cell reception (thanks Verizon!) and even 3G service, despite being 3 miles from any gravel road and about 7 miles from the nearest patch of pavement. I called my wife to update her (rather sheepishly....I should have NEVER gone down that road) and then began to search the internet on my phone for a tow service that might have the guts too attempt to pull me out. AAA laughed at me for even suggesting they leave the highway. I found one wrecker service 80 miles away who would be willing to TRY, but it was going to cost me upwards of $300. I obviously had to get the truck out, but was not prepared to let that be anything but my last option. So, without any other prospects, I started hiking out, hoping that I passed a farm or something on the way out to my mudhole. No such luck - all oil pumpjacks for miles and miles.

About 4 miles down the road, I found a guy working on the pump jacks and asked him if he knew anyone in the area that might have something to pull a diesel truck out. The next 3 hours were spent calling someone, who knew someone, who was related to someone, who had a cousin, who might have a backhoe that he could use.....you get the idea. I finally made contact with a local excavating service who was willing to bring a backhoe out for $100...the catch was, they were at a work site and wouldn't be back in the area until 5pm that night. The time was currently 12:30pm. I figured I'd wait it out and began the 4 mile hike back to my truck.

On the walk back, I realized why the road had looked so dry. The mud was masked by a layer of sand that had blown over it during the heavy winds the night before. I looked like dry hardpack, but even the weight of my boot broke thru the sand and sank 4" down. I never had a prayer. I arrived back and the truck, hydrated with what was left of my water bottle and figured that if I had 4 hours to burn, I might as well keep trying to get out. I pulled more and more dead logs and branches over to the truck and kept compacting them down in the mud. Each time, the spinning tires and weight of the truck would shove them down further. I felt like I was making no progress, but I kept going. At one point the tires on my truck were so caked with mud that I was sure even if the logs gave me traction, the tires wouldn't. So, I began the 45 minute project of scraping out each and every tread of every tire until they were all clean. Then...more deadfall. It was rounding 2pm, and I was getting more and more tired, but I kept reminding myself that if all else fails, I had a backhoe by 5pm. I dragged one last load of deadfall to the truck and jammed it as far under the tires as I could. I figured, if this load didn't do it, nothing would, and I would just sit and wait. As I climbed into the truck I said a quick prayer and shifted into gear. The tires did nothing but spin. So I rocked the truck, yet again, back and forth...nothing. With one last final effort, I shifted into forward again and gunned it (something you never do when you're stuck in the mud, but I figured, it was my last try). The tires spun, and spun, and spun, and then.....GRABBED. I felt the truck lift up, and immediately realized that the back tires would soon fall into that same ditch, so I gunned it even more. As my front end pulled the back out of the ditch, I rocketed into the field in front of me, praying there wasn't another big bog, or a fallen tree or a giant rock right in front of me. At 15 mph (which feels like 70 when youre adrenaline is going and your truck is flying blindly through the Oklahoma back country) I spun the truck around in the field and aimed for what I hoped was a dry section of road about 150 yards away. As my tires grabbed the road, I gassed it even more, wanting desperately to get only something I knew was solid. I crested the same hill I'd glassed from before and saw a giant granite surface on the side. I pulled onto the granite and put the truck in park - time to examine the damage.

After a thorough walk-around with no damage in sight, some grateful prayers, and a minute or two of heavy breathing, I pulled out my binoc's again and glassed back to where I had been stuck. My tires had dug about a 28" bog into the ground, and the weight of my engine forced the mud down another foot. It was a sheer miracle that I was able to actually pull out of the hole, 4x4 and deadfall or not. I called the excavater and cancelled and then high-tailed it back to the highway. I might not have filled my turkey tag, but saving my truck and the cost of towing gave me a bigger sense of accompishment than whacking any bird could. I'll go back to that area to hunt, and hopefully next year pull out a big tom, but I'll be hiking in from now on, and that truck will have all 4 wheels on the hardpack.

DIY Portable Duck Blind

Our typical hunting property in the past has been the Colorado River zone. No monster buck or big toms, but the upland and waterfowling is great. Th only problem is, because its a river, the water level rises and falls by some 5-15 feet every few hours. This is especially challenging when it comes to erecting a working duck blind. Most previous attempts have ended in them being washed away or not being able to get to them due to water level. This is especially humiliating when you work for the Outdoor Channel, where EVERYONE wants to know how your hunt went, and most are expecting pictures, frozen cuts or jerky. Problem solved. I give you our new portable duck blind. 1 Satuday, $120 in parts and 1 case of beer (or more?) later, she's done. Here's the process:

 

Started out with10ft. pieces of 1.25" PVC. Was gonna go for 1.5" or even 2" but we wanted it light and portable.

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Measured and made the cuts.

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ALOT of cuts

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Martin and I laid the basic framework, making sure the dimensions would accomodate 2 chairs, a gun rack, a cooler, a heater, and a dog

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After framing popped up, we quickly realized that our inital design needed some modifying. It wasn't stable enough

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Cross-beam added and all heights set. Low enough to see the decoys in the water, but tall enough to not catch us or a muzzle when swinging with a fly-over

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Even though most of the blind is covered in Max4 burlap and Realtree APG windblocker, we decided to paint the PVC just in case. Ducks can spot ANYTHING out of place, and the last thing we wanted to do was spook em before they can even hear our hail calls.

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Finish painted product. Now to make a Bass Pro Shops trip to get the burlap. Should take 30 mins (read: 4-7 hours, it is the greatest store on earth)

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Burlap dimensions are perfect. 95% visibilty from inside and 90% coverage from outside. Completely conceiled, can shoot through or pin cover back. Now the walls.

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Windblocker added. This is the finished product. It's 4 feet deep, 6 feet long, 7 feet high, and wieghs in at just under 40 pounds.

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Now to see if we achieved portability.

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Done. Fits into an old Quik Shade bag with wheels and sets up in under 15 mins. Holes can be cut to modify it into a turkey blind, deer blind, or even snow geese blind. Similar DIY models online started at 300 bucks. Think we achieved perfection.

 

 

Can't wait to cut em this season!

86-Year-Old Man Hunts From Recliner

ALLENTOWN, Pa. -- Lester Warner left the hospital in a weakened state last month, his frail body wracked by late-stage cancer. At 86 years old, he and his family had decided to stop treatment. But that didn't mean he planned to stop hunting.

Pennsylvania's highly anticipated two-week rifle deer season was fast approaching, and the lifelong hunter from Dover Township, about 30 miles south of Harrisburg, wanted to take to the woods one last time.

"He just assumed he would be going. We decided we were going to play along with it: 'Yeah, we can't wait for hunting season, Dad,'" recalled Warner's son, Brian.

Brian and his brother Scott were skeptical. But when their father started to rally - gaining strength with the help of a physical therapist - they decided they had better accommodate him, said Brian, 51.

So Brian lugged an old recliner up the side of Broadtop Mountain, near his Huntingdon County dairy farm, to the small hut the family had built for Les Warner years ago. His father would hunt in comfort.

It was 19 degrees as the sun rose on opening day last week, the valley floor white with frost. Warner eased his old man's frame into the recliner, sipped his coffee, and waited, armed with the .243 Winchester that Brian had selected for its mild recoil.

It wasn't long before a huge 8-point buck emerged from the woods, the biggest that Warner or his son had ever had the opportunity to take. They marveled at their good fortune. A hunter can go days without seeing a buck.

"Well, shoot it," Warner told Brian.

"No, you're gonna shoot it," his son replied.

Warner stood up from the recliner and took aim. The buck bolted. He followed it for 80 or 90 yards. Then, as it slowed down, he pulled the trigger.

A perfect shot.

Lowering the gun, Warner turned to his son and said: "Never give up."

"That's right, Dad."

Brian called his mother. Shirley Warner could scarcely believe it.

"Knowing what he's been through in the last six months, in and out of the hospital, radiation and chemo and physical therapy and really sick at times, I was shocked. In my wildest dreams I didn't think he would get a buck this year," said Shirley, who's been married to Les for 53 years. "My son and I cried because it was a miracle ... there's no other explanation."

A week later, the retired pretzel baker remains thankful.

"I know I've had many blessings through this situation," said Les Warner, whose story was first reported by the York Daily Record. "Everything seems to be turning out well for me, and I know the Lord's been with us."

Copyright 2010 by The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

I love seeing this man's motivation, and his son's determination to get his dad in the field.

Big Oklahoma Whitetail

I could hunt for years and never see anything this amazing. Has to score in the high 200's+. A fellow OSA hunter here in OK posted this thing a few weeks ago during modern rifle season and it was in the paper this sunday. What a monster! Looks like the bar has been raised!

Bigrack

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