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  1. You all may not know this but I was recently asked to chair the Conservation Federation of Missouri's Share The Harvest committee. This is a program where hunters can help out the less fortunate in their communities by donating deer meat to help feed them. With Missouri's archery season less than a week away, I wanted to remind all you hunters what a great program this is and urge you to participate if you can. Just donating a couple pounds of your meat to this cause will help and you won't even miss it. This year, the CFM has increased their payment for whole-deer donations to $75. That mean $75 of the processing cost for a donated deer is already covered. In a lot of places, your out-of-pocket cost for donating a deer will be nothing. For more information about the program, go here: Share The Harvest or contact me. Darren Haverstick
  2. Got back yesterday from my Quebec caribou hunt with Jack Hume Adventures. We didn't see very many animals so the hunt was tough. However, I was able to pull it off on the last day with only 30 minutes left to hunt. I guess I wanted to get all my money's worth! We weren't seeing that many caribou at our first camp on Ronald Lake so they moved us to another camp on Simon Lake last Friday. We hated leaving the camp and especially our camp hand, Jimmy, but we hoped we would have more opportunities at the second place. We did. This was the second bull I saw Sunday morning, the last day. The first one caught me moving and, after screwing that up, I figured the odds of me seeing another bull in the next 50 minutes was slim at best. Fortunately, the Caribou Gods smiled upon me and I spotted a second bull coming my way about 20 minutes later. I knew I would have to let him get right even with me before I drew or he would see me and spook. I also knew that I would have to lead him a bit because those guys never stop walking and they walk fast! When the bull got even with me, I picked a spot in front of his front shoulder and hoped I had led him enough. By the time I let go of the string, he was past me and quartering away. Fortunately, I had guessed right and my arrow hit him perfectly in the ribs with the broadhead burying into the off shoulder. There was a big patch of his hide already covered in blood as I watched him run down towards the lake and out of sight. The shot was a little over 20 yards. I used a 55# Quest longbow made by Wild Horse Creek Bows, a homemade mahogany arrow, and a 190 grain Meathead broadhead. With the arrival of our float plane imminent, my hunting buddy, John Henning, and I set out to find the bull immediately. We went to the place where we had last seen the animal and then headed towards the lake shore. Within five minutes, John hollered at me that my bull was lying in the lake up by where he was. I was excited that I was able to pull off a last-second kill and relieved that we were able to find him so quickly. John then ran back to camp and, in short order, our camp hands, Jacque and Guy, had a rope around the bull's neck and towed him back to camp with a motor boat. After showing the camp hands what the "gutless method" was (they had no idea) we quickly got the bull skinned and quartered. I had just enough time to finish packing and change clothes before our float plane arrived to take us back to base camp. The whole week was quite an adventure and not something I'll forget about any time soon! Darren This is how we found him, floating in the water Me taking my victory drink! My hunting partner, John Henning Making espresso on the tundra. A man still needs the finer things in life! Sunset on Simon Lake A nice pike I caught the last morning in camp Our camp at Simon Lake John and Jimmy, our first camp hand, glassing for caribou Water is everywhere! A nice rainbow We had a cool bus driver back at base camp
  3. I will be starting the long drive to Montreal tomorrow morning where I will meet up with 5 other stickbow shooters so we can go chase caribou in northern Quebec. I have always wanted to see the migration and this is my chance to do so. I have a DeLorme InReach device and will be posting occasionally with it to document our adventure. If you want to follow along you can do so by: 1) going to this link: https://share.garmin.com/DarrenHaverstick 2) Searching on Facebook for posts under my name or United Bowhunters Of Missouri 3) Follow unitedbowsofmo on Twitter. Wish me luck! Darren
  4. Even though it was a bit warm yesterday evening, I couldn't help but get out and try to thin the local squirrel herd. Fortunately, I didn't have to get more than 20 yards from the house. I first went out just to listen. I heard one barking behind my old chicken coop so I ran in the house, got Ole Betsy, and came back out hoping it was still there. It was and I killed it in short order while standing in the yard. When I stepped into the woods to collect my prize, I spied another one doing squirrel stuff in a nearby tree. I didn't have any load material with me so I ran back into the house, ran a few cleaning patches down the barrel, loaded her up, and went back out in hot pursuit. It took me about 10 minutes to locate my target and Ole Betsy helped it draw its last breath. I'm confident that the camo hat I had on was what made my hunt so short. I'm going to my mom's place tomorrow to pick blackberries with her and, along with some deer and moose, I'll be bringing her some squirrels to eat. It's just like when I was a kid! Darren
  5. It was raining at daylight both Saturday and Sunday at my house but after the showers quit I got out to see if I could add some meat to the stew pot. It was hard for me to keep my powder dry with all the water dripping off the trees and a few squirrels got a pass when my flinter didn't ignite the way it should have. I did manage to kill three, though. Hunting them is tough this time of year. The little S.O.B.s never stay still and the cover is so thick that I just get lucky when one stops in an open area long enough for me to get a bead on him. Another thing is that it seems all I ever kill in the early season is old boars. It's still fun, though, and I surely do love to watch that cloud of blue smoke wafting through the air! Darren
  6. I use a 12 gauge smoothbore for squirrel hunting. It's a very versatile weapon. I can shoot shot out of it for small game or switch to a patched round ball to kill any big game in North America. Darren
  7. I've been working on the squirrels as time permits since the season opened. There ain't a prettier sight than a cloud of blue smoke hanging in the air on a still morning! I killed these two young-n-tenders on Sunday of the opening weekend. I got a late start yesterday and came to the woods under prepared. I got into a whole covey of them about 9:30 but I only had two loads with me so I was only able to bring home two. I know where they're hanging out now so I will be better prepared next time. One of them was an old boar and I guess I should have "barked" him before I shot. That's where you put your ear against the tree the squirrel is in and if you can hear his package dragging across the bark then you know not to shoot him. Oh well, that's what they make pressure cookers for! Darren
  8. Good job! That's a fine bird. Darren
  9. The weather has been wet, to say the least, here in southern Missouri but we got a break last Friday morning so I was chasing birds on our family farm. I spotted a tom strutting at the lower end of our middle field so I decided to put a stalk on him. Unfortunately, the rice paddy-like conditions had me change course several times so by the time I belly crawled the last 50 yards to my setup spot, the gobbler was nowhere to be found. I knew I hadn't spooked him so I thought I'd put some decoys out to see if I could lure him back. I crossed to the east side of the field, put two hen decoys out around 20 yards on a high spot, and then crawled underneath a cedar tree. My flintlock was a soggy from being dragged through the muck and I dried it off the best I could. Finally, when I was satisfied with it, I picked the vent hole, wiped the pan one more time and poured in some 4F powder. I went through a series of calls and waited for something to happen. After 20 minutes of nothing, I called again and was answered by a different gobbler directly in front of me. The only problem was that he was all the way on the other side of the field, across a creek, and up in the woods. The distance was about 300 yards by my reckoning; a fer piece for a turkey, especially with a creek in the way. I called again and he answered again. After doing this two more times, I thought to myself, "We'll see how badly you want it, big boy, if you cross that creek!" Another 10 minutes passed and, to my surprise, I see the tom now in the field next to the fence on that side. He had flown across the creek - game on! I call in earnest to get his attention and he's looking around to see where the girls are. He finds his own high spot and goes into full strut to show off his stuff. This goes on for five minutes or so until I convince him that he needs to come find me. Over the next ten minutes he meanders across the field looking for love. It isn't until he's about 60 yards away that he actually sees my decoys. Now he goes into strut again and begins shuffling towards the decoys. I've had a lot of close calls this season but no dead birds so my heart is hammering as this tom is coming in. Maybe this time I will finally get to put a tag on something! He is now about 25 yards out in full strut facing me. I don't like that shot because I'm afraid he'll see me move so I am just hoping he'll turn sideways. When he finally does, I put the bead on his head and pull the trigger - POOF! A flash in the pan but no boom. So now the bird is on full alert and I'm frantically reaching behind me trying to locate my priming flask so I can prime the pan again. I am rattled and the tom is leaving so I am having a hard time drawing a good bead. When I do pull the trigger the second time, I can barely see his head. The gun goes off this time and so does the turkey. He will live to gobble again. I caught the entire saga on video and it can be seen here: Flintlock heartbreak The depth perception is misleading. The tom is only about 25 yards away. After the event, I kicked myself a few times and thought about what I should have done differently. Then I realized that I had one heckuva hunt anyway. I made an animal do what was against his nature to do and basically got to count coup on him. Besides that, no one forced me to choose a flintlock to hunt with. I've got a perfectly good Benelli Nova in my gun cabinet that I could have been toting around but what's the fun in that? So that's my latest turkey tale. It didn't end the way I had hoped but it wasn't a total loss. I've got one more week of season left. Maybe the turkey gods will smile on me yet! Darren
  10. I was bowhunting yesterday and called in three toms who proceeded to ignore my decoys and stay out of my shooting range. They left and I even called them back. At one time, all three were standing 25 yards away gobbling their heads off but would not step one foot closer to my setup. I think it's time to put away the selfbow, blind, and decoys and break out the flintlock! Darren
  11. I was bowhunting this morning and called in three longbeards; two from long distance. None of them would come into my decoys. They got as close as 25 yards but wouldn't come any closer. They weren't spooked; they just ignored them. It was very frustrating! The selfbow, blind, and decoys go away now. It's time to break out the flintlock! Darren
  12. Yeah, I figured we'd be seeing some dead bird photos this morning. I just got back from Kansas and I am wore slick! The toms are henned up something fierce where I was hunting and I couldn't do anything with them. I got a lot of exercise but nothing to show for my efforts. Darren
  13. I was at my farm this past weekend with the intention of burning a whole bunch of powder patterning my new flintlock turkey gun. However, the rain set in and that made the job rather unpleasant and fraught with difficulties. I only managed to shoot two times before I quit but I was quite pleased with the results. Both shots were at 25 yards. The load consisted of 60 grains of FFF powder, 1 overpowder card, 1/4" lubed wad, 1 1/2 oz. #6 shot, and an overshot card. I pulled the first shot a little but both patterns would have rolled a gobbler. I like what I see but I might bump up the powder to 70 grains. I will test that load shooting at the bottoms of soup cans. If I can penetrate one of them then I can penetrate a turkey's skull. "Sweet Rachael" and I are heading to Kansas for their opener on the 12th. Hopefully, I can kill something with her besides squirrels. With a choked barrel, she's pretty hard on them! Darren
  14. I certainly like seeing this on my trail camera behind the house! I've got seven gobblers hanging out together and some of them are roosting about 100 yards from the back porch. You can bet that on April 17th I will be laying for these guys with a sweet call on my lips and a sharp broadhead! Darren
  15. The Conservation Federation of Missouri's annual convention is in a couple of weeks and they have a silent auction that the United Bowhunters of Missouri always donates an item to. This year, I wanted to get a turkey call from a local call maker, craft a leather holster for it and donate the pair to the auction. This is the end result. I contacted Scott Ashburn (Scott's Custom Turkey Calls) to get a call from him and when he heard what I had planned he donated the call to the cause. The holster I made for it has a vegetable-tanned cowhide frame covered in hippopotamus hide. The trim is deer and it's all sewed up by hand using artificial sinew. Thanks again, Scott! Darren