Appalachian Patria

Appalachian Intellectual. To me that means plain thinking. I am A Non Commissioned Officer in the Army Reserves. Let me say...My views expressed here are mine and not those of The U.S. Army, Army Reserve or my fellow brethren in The National Guard. This is entirely Sua Sponte. This is My Thinking. I'm single and in my mid 30's. Politicaly, I'm a Libertarian. (Again, Sua Sponte.I do not represent the Libertarian Party.)I love my native Appalachia, Rock n Roll and...I love God.

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Location: Brevard, North Caroilina

I started blogging for two reasons. I was concerned about the changes to the area I live in, Southern Appalachia and I was about to go to the war. I was in Iraq in 06 and 07 and now Kuwait in 11 and 12. Blogging was a means of documenting my experiences and hoping it would help gain clarity. I don't feel that way about it any more. It's said people write blogs because they are frustrated, that's why people read them too. That makes us sound apocalyptic. Are we? Let it be said, what I say here is of my own thinking. This is entirely Sua Sponte and not an official representation of the U.S. Military or the U.S. Government as a whole.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Not Too Proud o Hunt

Deer Season is a week old back home. Twister hasn't killed anything. Do yo know how I know? Because I haven't gotten a complete After Action Review (AAR) including Priority Information Requirements (PIR) and a Sensitive Items Inventory. He's got two weeks to go. So do a couple of you reading this. I expect an AAR.

I had an Iraqi act as if he was too proud to work today. After I said "mu zin" (no good) to his face a couple of times and turned around and kept working, he joined in. I'm the equivalent of a Sgt. Major in his Army, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. "MP", he said proudly. I never did like MP's. But this time around I've made friends with some.

I was sick for a few days. Actually all of last week, first a head cold, then a stomach bug. It sucked, but, I'm over it.

Peace, Love and other Hippie Stuff...
The Appalachianist

22 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Here's a northeast Kentucky deer story and it's true, I've seen both vehicles involved.

The young man down the street was telling me he's been out in the woods 3 times now and had no luck. However, he has hit deer TWICE since mid-October going to work. He had to borrow one of Dads cars to get to work while his pickup got fixed and the first morning he drove it he hit a "huuuuumoungous" owl and cracked the windshield.

How's that for luck?

Oh, he went back to see the owl and it flew off. That's one tough bird.

A.G.T.

12:00 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

LMAO!

1:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OK, I don't have a lot of hunting and deer stories, being more of a stalker of the fishes. Still, I have some experience in the area. In Louisiana my grandpa-in-law, a fine proper Indian, used to squirrel hunt from a pirogue.

When I used to fish in Virginia, literally 3 miles from Robert E. Lee's home, we used to sneak up on deer and turkys all the time. Seems that deer don't expect a threat from the water (Ummm..hellooo- KILLER WHALES come from the water) and the turkeys sat under the low hanging brush with their back to the water.

Learned a few things:
1. Deer will snort in surprise and bold when they finally do snap off that you are that close and looking right at them.
2. Turkeys will not run so much. But they will not hit on a rubber worm, either. Or a rubber crayfish, either.

I'd say you should deer hunt from a boat, but I have found that anything that works and is easy, such as using goldfish for bait and probably deer hunting from a boat, is usually illegal. Dang laws!

9:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, the deer bolt. Not bold. It's pretty hard to be bold and be running away. I mean, I can do it. But I'm special. Yep...Special Ed.

9:34 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

I got ya Ed, deer huting from a boat is option.It has been discussed. They can't be in the water, check your local game laws.

Twister got a 5 point. Saturday I beleive. Downed it with a .308. All I got was a quick sit rep...waiting on the AAR.

8:10 AM  
Blogger Murf said...

This entry and comment area reeks of testosterone. :)

10:31 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

I reckon that it does, Murf.

11:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe we should switch back to discussions of how cute you look in boots.

12:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

well, females can have deer stories also,,i was hunting one year when i knew i wasn't seeing the game i should. i suspected a bear or a big buck, either will run off game. so to tempt it if it was a big buck i got out my bottle of doe in heat #69, and dabed it on cotton balls with string, and hung them in the trees on the way to the blind.i waited,,nothing all day, i stayed till pitch dark. so i put on my lense caps, put the gun on full safty and started back to the cabin. behind me i could hear pawing and snorting,,then i could tell it had broke into a run. as it came through the laurels it was one of the bigest bucks i have eveer seen. i made a run for the cabin. i knew he was going to catch me soon,,my only hope..a 25 year old out house. which i promptly dove into head first. not a good idea, but it worked..he walked around a few times, i couldn't see him well in the darkness but i could hear him when he left, he was not happy,but neither was i, the old flooring had given way partally and now held me to the floor. i got myself free, thank god for i would have died there rather than holler for one of the men to help me.when i got to the cabin i could see what had set him off. the bottle of doe in heat had come open and saturated the pocket of my jacket. i never told any of the men what happened and the next day just changed out coats..'nough said

12:46 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

LMAO! You havn't seen that deer since have you?

1:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

no, i found out a cousin slipped in and killed him one of the following days i had to work, turned out he was a huge 10 point,but i guess the smell from the outhouse told him i wasn't his type.

2:40 PM  
Blogger Lee Ann said...

peace and love back to you cutie!

5:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

First of all I took the superhero quiz and it turned out I was Superman (Rats! I wanted to be Sgt. Fury!). Now for the AAR. The day before my 5 pt. I stared a doe down for 2 hours while she was checking me out while eating maple buds as close as 10 yd. away. A Flycatcher (probably an Eastern Phoebe) was on post catching flies off the deer from a nearby perch (first time I'd seen that). I was waiting for a buck to come but whatever the other 2 were did not approac but remained out of sight. Before the doe came to me I witnessed unusual behavior from what I presumed might've been a buck. After a nonincidental morn in an instant blind (10*4 piece of burlap hung within a few minutes) I proceeded to explore around the ridgetop. Found more horning and scrapes. I had gone 70 yd. under the crest on the west side and instinctively stopped and sat. I started hearing faint rustling of leaves and it didn't sound like a squirrel. Then minutes later I saw a gray movement from my right moving laterally to the left (I counted 60 yd. this morn for I went again). Could see good for the shadows. Then it ran back the way it came and I saw the white outlines (chest, belly, tail) and it ran back again. Then it stopped and did not move for 30 min. then the doe came up. The next day I new I had to move farther along the ridge 100-200 yd. and drop down 50-75 yd. for that should put me in the path of any deer bedding on the sunny side because that is the way it was last year 2 ridgetops farther north. I had no idea what the lay of the land was but in the dark I found what appeared to be a suitable spot aside a big oak tree with a hollow at the base to stash my stuff in and lay back inside my makeshift blind. Then I put out doe pee on TP on limbs at 4 points of the compass 30 or so yd. away. At 7:50 I heard a squirrel warning me of an intruder on top of the ridge (over my right shoulder). At 8 I spied a deer coming from the sunny side out to a flat 100 yd. away due east. A fleeting glance could not ID horns. The footsteps of the approaching deer told me that this one was looking and moving with a purpose. Get ready and get rid of the impending "buck fever" feeling coming over me. Closer and closer to my 2 o'clock ( I am facing downhill). Gawd, it's close but I can't see. Aha...there it is but I can't ID. Use the scope...both eyes open. There-almost 12 o'clock-an opening 2.5 ft. wide between to trees-horns-aim-fire! A leap forward and a kick and I know there is no need for a follow up shot (my ear can't take the loudness of the muzzlebrake on that 'scout). I listen at him gradually stagger and collapse 60 yd. away. He did not even go downhill but stayed level. The entry wound was bigger than the exit. Got him through a lobe of the liver with massive internal hemmorhaging in the chest cavity which bled all the way from the moment he got hit and all the way where he collapsed. I can attest to the power of RP Accutips (165 grains .308) now. I scored 2 consecutive bullseyes at 100 yd. the week before season at the range. I finally found what the 'scout likes to eat. I exhausted myself dragging it out. Took me 2 hours downhill. I made it home in time for lunch. Had to drag it through private property (not posted) up to the highway (remember that little clearing beside the road me, you, and Mike stopped to listen for dogs across the road from the gravel road into that gated cabin that we went for the bear dogs-the place where you left me with Mike when you went home, Dan). Then I walked to the truck and came back to pick it up-nobody appeared to notice me. My 'scout got damaged from having it slung across my back. The forearm sling swivel-one of the pressed on washers of one of the 2 brads that secures the plate that the swivel is attached came off and the plate is bent now. Shoulda got a wood stock...you may have the same issues with yours. I will have to contact Springfailed (not Springfield anymore in my book for they have now earned a bad name). The deer was full of corn and had plenty of fat. Estimate at 120 lbs. and had been a scrapper (2 inch notch in his right ear). Did I miss any other details?

8:51 PM  
Blogger Murf said...

AI, is Twister a talker in person? :-)

Where is that picture of you in your boots, by the way?

9:30 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Like I said, Tomcatskitten, you havn't seen that buck since, have you? :)

Lee Ann, it's like being in the Rain Bow People...:)

Twister, Thank you for the report. I have a darn good idea of where you are talking about...about 300-400 yards east of where we had that race last year...the one we were catching dogs on...I'm glad you know what the scout likes to eat. It's different from the one last year...sorry, to remind you about that, but still...I love a 165 grain in a .308. Have some tenderloin for me.

What he's talking about the issues with "mine" is I want to get myself a SOCOM16 which is a 16" barrel version of his M1A Scout. It's my "to me, for me, love me gift".

Ask hi yourself, Murf.

I havn't managed to try it again lately, bout the pic that is...sorry.

11:30 AM  
Blogger Murf said...

Janie and I will patiently wait.

12:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did someone mention boots?

1:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ok,your starting to get out numbered here,,,show us the boots, otherwise i think it's going to turn into mob rules on your blog.

2:54 PM  
Blogger sage said...

glad you are feeling better and I'm fixing vension tonight (but someone else killed it, I ain't hunted since college)

5:43 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

I think someone did say bots, Janie.

Yes, Ms. Kitten, it appears I am becoming out numbered...But, blogger won't let me!

Sage, I hope it was good stuff. Heck, you ought to hit the woods sometime.

10:10 PM  
Blogger Murf said...

Send the picture to me, AI. I'll make it work.

11:31 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Well desperate times means desperate measures.

12:39 PM  

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