How do y'all feel about baiting?

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I will also say...I don't think I have ever seen the monster buck with his nose in the pile during the day. The big ones are always smarter than that.

I haven't either. I've never saw a shooter buck with his nose in the corn, except on camera. Mostly it is does, yearlings and small immature bucks. We watch the yearlings, immature bucks and young does eat and wait for a big ol nanny to step out. It usually works out good.
 
Well, yeah, I could certainly accept that being repeatedly outsmarted by a lower animal might bring out the vindictive bloodlust in someone. If you can't out-think 'em, KILL!

Well, ya know, if I could get a coon to play me at chess, I bet he could beat me 3 of 5. :rolleyes: I think some of 'em back there woulda been Valedictorian candidates in my high school class.
 
I will also say...I don't think I have ever seen the monster buck with his nose in the pile during the day. The big ones are always smarter than that.

I have seen this exactly once and I have the video to prove it. I had stood up in my ladder stand as the morning hunt was about over and when I looked to my right there was a very nice 8 pointer eating corn. I had my camera on my neck so I took a video rather than shoot him. When I got home my wife asked me, "Now why didn't you shoot that deer?"
I have watched literally hundreds of does, yearlings and one year old deer eating corn over the years.

As far as coons go I imagine that 75% of corn that comes out of our feeders is consumed by the rascals. I have pictures of them hanging upside down from the leg of a feeder and fighting with another coon on the ground. Fortunately I know a couple of guys that I let coon hunt after deer season and they keep the population under control. They have killed 27 coons in one night working just one hardwood bottom and I have plenty of pictures of coons on the feeders from this weekend.
 
^ We used to cut the bottom off peanut butter jars, then screw the lid to a tree and the jar back onto the lid where the bottom was open. Deer love it! But we had game cam pics of coons with their paws around the jar and their entire heads inside.
 
Can we talk about high fence hunting too? :evil:

I'm okay with whatever is legal and isn't unusually cruel. Hunting is defined as the pursuit, or seeking of something, sometimes with the intent to capture or kill. I've hunted for hours for TV and DVD player remotes before. We tend to narrow the definitions of words to suit what we are most familiar with or idealize. Each of us have our own reasons for hunting and I wish each of you the best of luck! (especially if you're after one of those elusive remote controls)
 
On the issue of CWD,if your area doesn't have it now you probably will in the future.The PA game commission has now switched from prevention to slowing the spread of it.This is because the prions that cause it have a very long life in the soil.It cannot be destroyed by any methods now available.Deer droppings,urine,saliva carry it. The only hope of slowing it is reducing the exposure of uninfected deer to these vectors.This is the only reason I am opposed to deer farming with the trading of deer and baiting.Check the research on CWD.
 
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Hey, if your corn's worth that much to you, you probably shouldn't go leaving it out on the ground.

Hmmm, animal likes certain food. You put food out where the animal is quite likely to find it. Animal, apparently not comprehending the "Hey, raccoon, don't eat this corn!" signs you put up, comes and eats the food. You get mad and kill the animal?

Don't make much sense to me, but what do I know? But then, I have a hard time being outraged at an animal doing what comes instinctively.

Oh, they know what they're doing. They know. And they do it just to get under my skin. I hate them!! The little savages. Yessss. We builds cages around the spinners to keeps them from spinning it themselves, and they SHAKE THE FEEDER to knock out the corns to the huddled masses of masked banditses looking up, waiting for their stolen bounty. Bastardses.

I coat the legs with grease, they climb up anyway. I even wrapped the legs with carpet tack strips. It was like an elevator to the little freeloaders. Oh, I hate them so.

Finally, someone invents the centrifugal broadcast plate, and that has finally thwarted their evil plot. At least until they figure out the timer.....no doubt they are getting close on that one.

I shot a pair with a 7 mag once; murdered, skinned & gutted them all at the same time. It was glorious. Yes....that's the right word. Glorious...oh, what a magical moment....
 
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^^^A fellow coon hater. What is your stance on beavers? They are more loathsome than the coons. At least with the coons I have the option of not putting feeders out. With the beavers I don't have the option of stopping the creeks from running. The good news is that my beaver traps often catch coons.
 
In texas, our beaver exposure is somewhat limited. I think many of us would like to see them here, but without the negative experiences you are having. For us, they are rare, exotic sightings that fill the imagination of schoolboys but then disappear, along with hope, that they will ever actually be uncovered in this state.
 
In texas, our beaver exposure is somewhat limited. I think many of us would like to see them here, but without the negative experiences you are having. For us, they are rare, exotic sightings that fill the imagination of schoolboys but then disappear, along with hope, that they will ever actually be uncovered in this state.

AKElroy.....think of the American beaver as a feral hog that lives in water. Think hard and long about what you wish for.


In my younger days I spent many a long hour in the pursuit of beaver. Was a expensive and frustrating sport and I came home late at night many times without success. Found that like crows, things like shiny baubles and silver coins work best for bait........;)
 
This seems to have gone on long enough. :)

I'll close with a story: There's a roadside pull-out for tourists up by the headwaters of the Colorado River. (Colorado, not Texas.) Room for a dozen or more cars.

So I'm staring and getting sunburned tonsils like other tourons. I note a Kallikak family from way up the creek somewhere in the Smoky Mountains. Grampaw, Grammaw, a younger couple and two or three younguns.

Lotsa little chipmunks zipping around, begging scraps and crumbs. One of the little kids watches the action for a while and then asks Grampaw, "Grampaw! What's 'em?"

Grampaw gives serious thought to the question and then pontificates, "'Em's bivvers."

Visualize a noseful of my favorite beverage...
 
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