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Trad Gang Highlights => Highlights 2006 => Topic started by: knife river on July 06, 2006, 03:22:00 PM
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To set the scene, here's a "before" pic:
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And here's an "after" pic:
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The "who" was Ray Hammond:
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The "where" was thousands of acres in South Carolina along the Savannah River. Hog Nirvana. The Shangri-la of Pork.
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The land above the river was a mixture of pine plantations, open fields, and mixed hardwoods. It hadn't rained much lately but the hogs had plenty of impressive wallows:
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The low country along the river was other-worldly. Dark, cool, and quiet, it felt like a green cathedral with the giant trees buttressing an unbroken canopy.
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We were the latest in a long string of hunters to walk these woods. Some of the other hunters left their tools behind, some unfinished, some broken.
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I picked up a worn out dart point, probably a Kirk Stemmed point, and Ray said it was a good omen. He was probably right, but did it mean we'd have good hog hunting or should I just look for arrowheads? Omens can be tricky things, especially for a guy who gets confused by fortune cookies.
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Way cool, Woody! I will be back for more!
Killdeer :wavey:
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Off to a good start. You got me hooked........
I think Ray needs to invite every Tradganger down one at a time to hunt. Can I go next? Can I, huh? :)
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Excellent pics and a great beginning to the tale.
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did you notice the manicure on that fellas hand???? :scared: :wavey:
How can a guy with fingernails like that bust up rock for fun and profit???????
If I pick up a rock I get dirty. Woody had chips flying everywhere for two days and didn't even have to wash up...wait till I show you the stuff he made!
I have to tell you- he claims he is all rusty at this hunting stuff...hasn't done it much in a long time....yeah, right...he's a stealthy little bugger and got after 'em despite the heat and humidity.
Wish he lived closer!
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Hog hunting was the purpose, but it was only a fraction of the experience. The low country teems with amazing life. It seemed every third tree was decorated with a painted bunting. They looked like they'd been painted by a young God eager to try His brightest colors first. The flowers were no less spectacular.
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Ray said this was an orchid, one of many varieties of wild orchids in the wet woods.
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Even the insects were amazing. Perhaps there should be a Pope and Young category for grasshoppers...
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I hope someone can tell me about this plant. The big blossoms opened each evening when it got cool and closed during the heat of the day. Here's a "closed" shot.
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And here it's open for business.
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The mid-day heat was impressive. Beads of sweat ran together and trickled down my face. The trickles formed little creeks which merged into rivers until finally the whole Mississippi was pouring into the deltas inside my boots. Early morning and late afternoon stalks would be the plan. Early July is blackberry season in the Carolina low country. Find the impregnable blackberry fortresses and you find the hogs.
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Discretion, valor, and a cool a/c kept us close to camp during the heat of the day. I beat on a couple of rocks to pass time. A couple arrowpoints were found hiding inside big flakes of fancy jasper. I hope they'll fly well for Ray.
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Knife River, great photos! Thanks. The flower is a rose mallow, close relative of marshmallow. They grow as shrubs in low areas, along streams, sloughs, etc.
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Man, that is some SERIOUS talent right there....those head look like they came off a CNC machine!!!
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Dang, that last head is something awesome to look at. Talk about artistry. You got it Sir!!!
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sort of looks like a Simmons Interceptor, doesn't it?
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WOW! Incredible! Looks like someone almost missed that grasshopper. Also looks like one of those heads might have had some hog blood on it. I know hog blood when I see it! :readit: Looks like S.C. hog blood to be exact. Yall gonna sandbag us or cut to the good pics? :bigsmyl: CK
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Littlefeather, we're gonna sandbag. :p
Truth is, I took lots of photos and would have taken even more if I hadn't made a bonehead mistake with the camera (I thought the batteries were dead but they were fine). But I never took a single photo of hogs. Not one. At one point I had six hogs in front of me, 13 to the right, and two whitetails blowing at me from the left. No pictures. Even when there were four hogs hanging in the cooler I didn't take pictures. But I'm kinda getting ahead of myself... ;)
Al Snow, thanks for the info about the plant! I'll google it right now!
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This just keeps getting better. I know guys like the hog pictures, but the others are pure magic to this northern boy. It's pretty sweet to be able to see other parts of the country from the comfort of my chair and yet still feel like I'm there.
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vermonster13, you might like this photo, too. What a cypress, eh? As we walked up to it, something massive and heavy slid off the far bank and sent big waves our way. Couldn't have been anything except a large alligator. You might ask Ray about playing tag with those things... It's always interesting when you step into the old predator/prey relationship and you don't know which role you're playing.
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Boy howdy!
That's what bowhunting is all about.
Wonder what the inflation-adjusted price of ancient clovis points is in 2006 $? Bet those old-timers were paying way more'n $56 for three broadheads!
Great spring hunt'n flowers! That's one great joy of spring turkey and hog hunting. My wife really like the flower pix I get ( I haven't hot a turkey yet).
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Knife River,
The Rose Mallow is a variety of Hibiscus. A flower you can buy at most nurseries and very popular in the South. The blooms on some Hibiscus can be huge. More info on the Rose Mallow: http://www.assateague.com/ros-mal.html
I did not know the original Marshmallow came from flower roots. Smore's anyone?
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great pic's.........
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Here is a picture of a knife that Woody made for me...can you believe this thing????????
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That is a thing of beauty...I'm serious.
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Sho'nuff!
Dandy photography, too! Woody, you need someone to trot along behind you with a spare camera?
All those times we shot together, he never once mentioned knapping... :banghead:
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Ray, that knife is a thing of beauty. You are a lucky man. What's the handle?
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That is one sweet knife there.
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I THINK I remember Knifey saying Gaboon Ebony?
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Yessir, some of these pictures look familiar. Knifey, Sir, you do beautiful work with them rocks. I know you had a wonderful time with Ray at his place.
Ray, you make sure and show us the game you harvest with them arra's.
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WOW!!!! Woody has talent coming out of his ears. Those are some of the most beautiful points and blade I have ever seen. Absoulutely awesome work Woody!!! You are dang handy with that camera too. Nice photo's.
Looking forward to more of the same, but maybe with a pig kill story too. ;)
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That knife had a macassar ebony handle. Nice stuff to work with and gorgeous, too!
Ray just sent me more photos! On with the story...
We met about noon and within thirty minutes I felt like Ray and I had been best friends for years. Ray, pardon me if I embarass you, but folks, this is one of the greatest guys you'll ever hope to meet. Forget hog hunting, forget depth of knowledge, just take the opportunity to get to know him. And be sure to ask him to sing. Terry knows what I'm talking about. ;)
We cruised through some likely hangouts for hogs and tossed some corn in shallow water around wallows. We'd barely driven out of one area when a black Volkswagen sedan crossed the road behind us. Turned out it wasn't a VW, but a nice big hog already snarfing down corn between blackberry-eating binges. Most of the hogs on this property are direct descendants of stock brought over by Spaniards hundreds of years ago. They are black as sin and their ears are erect and pointed. There are a few other feral hogs here, but the landowner encourages hunters to remove them to keep the Spanish strain as pure as possible.
We fine-tuned our gear and chatted until it was time to get in the woods. Except for one quick whitetail hunt in Idaho, it's been ten years since I've done any kind of hunting. And it's been over twenty since I had a bow in the woods. I've tried to explain to my wife how much I missed hunting, but only another hunter can understand the bone-deep longing. Now, finally, the time had arrived.
The first stop was the dark bottom land. There was hog sign, but no hogs. Plenty of armadillos but no pork. A couple of barred owls moved ahead of us through the big timber. Ray said, "The hunters are out." I was glad to be one of them.
We were slipping down a trail when we both pulled up. There was faint shuffling on the far side of some palmettos. I did a buttonhook to move in from the side while Ray watched the trail. It was difficult to pick anything out of the tangle of palmettos, ferns, and downed limbs, but at about thirty yards I saw a couple leaves move. A mid-sized hog was standing under them, looking back at me. I guess he got an eyeful pretty quick, as he blasted out of the palmettos and nearly ran over Ray. So this is hog hunting...
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We got back to the truck and decided to check some of the wallows we'd corned. Nothing happening yet -- probably too early, but with time to spare, Ray suggested I cruise through a section of young pines. There were blackberry thickets in there and hogs might be up and feeding on them. He was right. After several hundred yards, I heard hogs grunting. The wind was good, so I moved in. A thick blackberry bramble stood between us, but the hogs were less than eight yards away. I could hear their lips smacking as they ate, but I could only get glimpses of hide. Maddening. What was I looking at? Which direction are they facing? Then they started moving. I got a quick look -- good hog. Another couple feet and it'd be in an open spot under pine limbs. The bow came up and the arrow was away. Pine limbs. That tree! My flint-tipped arrow deflected over the hog's back and the little herd scattered. I was angry and exultant at the same time. I never saw that arrow or those hogs again, but that was okay. I was hunting. I met Ray on the far side of the pines. We talked about the encounter and then he quietly mentioned that he had a pig down.
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Ray, don't let me steal your thunder, buddy! This is a good story about second-chance shots and Grizzlies!
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Another great hunt with Ray... Gotta love it. Knife river, funny you mentioned the singing part I was wondering last eveing if you got to hear that wonderful voice of "Rapper Ray".
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Ahhh yes....very nice pics there Woody....and as the others said, your talent is simply stunning. You are correct, you'll not meet a nicer guy than Ray.
Tell your first tale Ray....and don't you think it's bout time for a "smoke off" with all that pork you got?
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Mostly I was just hoping Woody would get into them in the berries, as most of the droppings we had found, even predator droppings, were just filled with blackberries!
I check the wind constantly in that flat country as it regularly changes, using a puffer bottle loaded with corn starch..and just walk against or cross-wind as the circumstances offer, and try to be as quiet as possible when moving along.
We put the corn we use- (about 3 sacks is plenty for a 4 day hunt)and we do it IN the water OFF the roads, so we can use the roadways to move in and the hogs are working IN water to try to get the corn- keeps them busy, and noisy, and gives you a chance to move in undetected.
Funny thing though, we usually take NO hogs ON the corn...but this hunt was different. As I moved along the road at the other end of the block Woody was going through I heard that unmistakable sound of a hog working a wet area- its a combination of jaws grinding corn and nose pushing water around...once you hear it you always remember the sound. The hog was head down-facing me- workin' it! I loaded up one of the beautiful flint river broadhead tipped arrows Woody had made up and got ready.
The hog finally turned broadside and I drew and released in one motion- OVER THE HOG'S BACK! The arrows Woody made are beautiful cedars with nice heavy stone points- but they are considerably lighter than my carbons and I just made a rookie mistake and didnt factor that in ( I was too chicken to practice with the beautiful stone points)
She jumped sideways, flipped directions- and stood perfectly quiet- checking with all her senses for ANY signal of what just happened.
That's the great thing about a quiet bow- you sometimes get a second chance. I stood stock still and waited, and presently she put her nose down, I loaded up and started my draw- but it was too much movement- she picked up on it and started off...but one thing about my Centaur is I know it hits with the heavy arrows I use with a tremendous amount of authority so I shot her going away, through the side of the ham and the arrow went in to the nock, the Grizzly cutting everything important because she traveled less than 20 yards- close enough for me to still see her, and expired.
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This is too good! :D Enjoy this very much, keep it com'in guys. Man those stone points are something else. :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Hmmm..wonder how many hours from St. Louis to Ray's??
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This is great, thank you very much! :thumbsup:
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Well, I've done it twice now... Wrote a lot, went to Photobucket to grab a photo, and returned here to see everything I'd written has disappeared. Yep, I just love computers and all the minor frustration they bring. That's why I enjoyed making a couple points out of the glass from a computer monitor. Low-grade revenge. The glass was great stuff, though: it seemed to be denser than most glass. I hoped that would translate to durability for hunting.
The second afternoon we headed toward a crossroad which seemed to be a the center for a lot of hog sign. Just as we rounded a bend, we could see a big one in the road. And it was was working our way! I hopped out of the truck and half-sprinted through the woods to close the distance. I took cover in tall broomstraw on the side of the road, nocked a 125 grain glass-tipped arrow and waited. And waited. Christmas came and went and the hog didn't show.
Behind me, a couple little porkers trotted out into the road and were soon joined by almost a dozen more. They were only a hundred yards out and I hoped they didn't come my way. The last time I'd seen the big guy, he was only 40 or 50 yards out. Then two whitetails popped out of some pines over my left shoulder. They pegged me and blew and stomped to prove it. After they finally moved on, I decided to check on the big guy. The wind was in my favor and three careful steps into the road showed that he was gone.
I could see Ray off in the distance and joined him. He was almost beside himself that I hadn't shot the big hog -- he thought it had been standing broadside to me in the road at less than 15 yards. I wish! Ray's binoculars had compressed the distance and made it look like the hog was nearly in my lap. I don't think it ever got closer than 40 yards.
There was still plenty of light, though, so I stalked down the road where I'd last seen the big one. Three piglets kept chasing each other across the road so I went low and slow. Up ahead I could hear sloshing and slurping. Lots of it...
The sow suddenly popped into the road and gave me a big hairy eyeball. She bailed out with a big grunt and the three piglets. There were still more pigs in the wallows past her, though. Another five minutes to cover the next ten yards gave me a view of two nice pigs working the mud. 35 yards is too far for me, so I tried to close the distance. One of them saw or smelled something and left the wallow for thick cover. The other hesitated a few seconds but then followed. But there was a third hog still slurping behind some tall marsh grass! I closed the distance while I was screened. The hog stepped out broadside and spotted me, but my bow was already up and the arrow was in the air.
I love to watch arrows fly and this one was a thing of beauty. The white nock traced a perfect arc to where the hog was just starting to turn away. I wasn't sure if I hit it, though -- that hog was moving fast and I figured the distance to be about 28 yards. I started looking for my arrow but couldn't find it. Not surprising in all the mud and grass. Then came the sharp, dry snap of a breaking cedar shaft! Maybe I'd better look for blood.
Three yards into the thicket, it looked as though the ground had been painted. It continued down a well-used trail, but after 30 yards it disappeared. No blood. I backed up to the last sign and heard lots of flies buzzing in the thicket. On my hands and knees I peered into a black hole under the bushes and saw the hog on its side. I poked it with my Blacktail's limbtip to make sure it was finished before I reached in and pulled it out. The fletched end of my arrow was laying with it. Another 2/3 of my arrow was around somewhere and I'd like to find it.
Back in the skinning shed we found the middle third of the cedar shaft still inside the hog. The little glass point had done its job well. The arrow had traveled diagonally through the 90 pounder, entering almost dead center on the body and exiting low on the opposite front shoulder, slicing vitals on the way. Most interesting was that it had cut one rib and completely severed another as it exited. I really wanted to find the point now to see how it had been damaged.
The next day I was back at the kill site. I followed the pig's trail all the way back to the death bed. Far under the brambles I could see the arrow point! I pulled it out and looked it over -- if there was any damage it was on a scale too small for the naked eye. It looked and felt sharp, ready for a new shaft, but I wanted to save it just as it was.
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Way to go Woody!!! :thumbsup:
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Would you believe that it's easy to mistake a hummingbird for a hog? It happened to me a dozen times. Rubythroats were abundant, probing red trumpet flowers for nectar, snatching gnats out of the air, and sifting through the ends of pine boughs for bugs. When they made an abrubt change in direction, the "thrum" of their wings sounded amazingly similar to a hog grunt. There seemed to be a distinct lack of hogs 15 feet in the air, so I gradually learned to sort them out. Hummers near the ground, though, always doubled my heart rate and brought an arrow to the string.
The next afternoon the wind wasn't cooperating for the wallows we intended to hunt. We hoped the wind would shift as the sun went behind the big yellow pines, so to kill time, we walked down an overgrown road. Turkeys flew up to roost and armadillos snuffled through leaves. One 'dillo wobbled up to less than a yard from me. My thought was to try to tip him over with the toe of my boot -- not punt the little guy, but just see how he reacted, if I could even tip him over. At about two feet, he finally winded me (or heard me laughing) and ran away to safety -- all of about five feet away.
Then Ray judged that the wind was better and the hunt was on. And almost as quick, it was over. The first wallow, wide and shallow, backed by Virginia creepers and blackberries, held about four pigs, all about the same size. Ray motioned me on and I stayed low behind tall sedge as I closed the distance. I raised slowly, chose the closest one, and let an arrow fly. The flint-tipped arrow closed the 13 yards fast and the pig disappeared behind the vines. Ray joined me and said he'd heard the pig die, so I went to to retrieve it less than ten yards from where it was shot. I picked up the arrow (a pass-through) and except for the mud, it looked perfect.
I met Ray back on the road: another pig was rooting 25 yards away in another wallow. Ray nocked an arrow and ghosted down the road. In less than a minute, that pig was also ready for a trip to the skinning shed.
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The skinning shed deserves a better name. It's a first-class operation, with running water, cement floors, screened work area, two electric hoists, metal tables, and a walk-in cooler set to 37 degrees. After several days in the heat, I tended to linger in the cooler "admiring" the hogs.
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Sounds like you guys had a blast! Beautiful points and beautiful area...Doc
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One afternoon I made a six or seven inch corner tang knife from a piece of raw Texas chert known as "amoeba." One theory about them is that they weren't hafted, but put on a short thong around the wrist. We butchered the first hog using steel knives, both of us grousing about how fast our knives lost their edge. I decided to give some flint flakes and the corner tang a try. The flint flakes, although pretty good sized and ridicoulously sharp, were a bit hard to hold.
The corner tang was nothing short of amazing. After dulling the back edge so I wouldn't cut my fingers off, the stone blade slid through the heavy hogs' hides like butter. The trick was not applying too much pressure and cutting too deep. I also avoided bones as the flint is brittle, but for skinning and filleting, it worked better than anything Ray or I have ever experienced. I really liked the wrist thong, too. Whenever I needed to pull hide or shift the carcass, I just dropped the knife. A gentle flick brought it back to my hand. After three hogs, it seemed as sharp as when we started. I saw one small nick in the edge which I think I caused by accident.
I know what'll be in my pack from now on. It's just hard to believe that for all these years knapping I'm just now learning to actually use these tools. Not that I'm slow or anything... (ggg)
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You are an artist without a doubt.
Sounds like you and Ray had a blast and came out of it with some real good eating to boot.
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Man, you guys sho nuff got the grillin fixins now! Great story guys...and thanks for so many high quality pics. You've got me promising myself I'm gonna take more/better next outing.
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It was a blast, and Woody is a great person to share a camp with! He even helped me with the dishes...well, he did 'em, actually!!! :thumbsup: :notworthy: :campfire:
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vermonster13, I'm not even going to mention Ray's incredible cooking. If I breathed even a WORD about the tortellini or the filets or the lambchops, much less the cheeses and wine, there'd be a stampede!!! (As if the great company, hunting, scenery and wildlife weren't enough!!!)
You folks who won the St Jude's auction for a hunt with Ray are in for the treat of a lifetime!!! Good on all of you, and especially Ray! Word up, my homie! Mad props to you, my brutha of a diffrent mutha!
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I hope to chase them with Ray someday myself.
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Nice job on the hogs.
Fantastic looking knapping.
Bryan
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Sure wish we had hog hunting like that here in WV!!!!
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Awesome Fellas! Would love to chase the piggies too someday also!
Beautiful pictures of some awesome skill, both yours and Mother Nature's, and very well written stories to boot!
Love this place!
-Jeff
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Awesome indeed!
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Woody, I had lunch with Ray today and he showed me two of the knives that you made. Absolutley remarkable!!
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Great photos! Awesome knives and heads! Truly good stuff, Thanks.
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Good stuff guys! Nice porkers! CK
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Thanks for sharing guys.....looking forward to meeting you in October MR. Knife River Sir.
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I can't wait either, Terry! You, Bob, and Charlie Lamb at Paradise??? It's got to be good with a crew like that!
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Awesome; thanks for sharing. Can't wait to hear the stories about Paradise; I'll be there with Terry later this year.
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Awesome is definitely the word. Great storytelling, photography,and everything! I've been interested in learning to knap and it was nice to see those heads in action. Thanks Woody and Ray, I really enjoyed it.
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Cool story! Thanks for sharing; the performance of these glass heads sounds impressive :)
Nice pictures too!
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You guys tell and awesome tale!! Good shootin' guys,another great hunt at Ray's place!!
Hope to shake the hand of both of you some day on one of my trips south :notworthy: :notworthy:
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Hey you guys are right on about 'ol Woodrow.
I got an invite to his home and walked away with a bucket of rocks, tools and a days worth of teaching not to mention a new friend. He's a good guy and a true talent, as well as a patient teacher.
He gave me a knife blade he had finished but he didn't like the way it had come out. :saywhat:
Now I am not a knapper, more so a snapper, of rocks and a long way from having any talent or a "good eye" but I pull it out at least once a week just to marvel at it this "undesireable" blade will have a prominent place in my new den.
Thanks for the great read.
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Man that's an awsome hunt,and sweet pics!Those are some really nice points.
Not really meaning to get off topic,but is that what they call Briar Creek or Allendale agate you guys found down there?
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southernarcher, that's the material exactly. Nice rock -- it's colorful and has a sharp, strong edge if it hasn't been overcooked. I saw more of the chert than the agate, but there were flakes of both around.
SuperK, we need to get together again soon. I'd sure like to try that new bow of yours!
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Woody,
That's some great stuff. I may need to get some of those points and knives in Alaska.
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roknjs, have you already escaped D.C.? When you've got your new addy in Alaska give me a shout and I'd be tickled to send some things your way. Be even happier to deliver them in person, if some kind of hunt was involved... GGG
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Wow, Great story and pictures.
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This (great thread) occured while my puter was down so I missed it "in the making", so to speak. However Woody had sent me pics of the points he was planning to take on the hunt, and I had asked him to let me know how it turned out. Yesterday he e-mailed me, to commiserate about my puter woes, and give me the link to the thread. So very glad you did, Woody. I gotta remind y'all that I tried to tell you about 8 months (if memory serves me) or so ago that Woody Blackwell's DVD on Flintknapping was the best. I even put it in the Products Review Forum. Ya gotta pay mo' attenshun to this ol' Marine - I just don't ramble on - well, not all the time anyway. Then I got to meet him (by surprise) in his humble person at the Baltimore Shoot. Killie and I got to shoot with him (two or three times) and one of his sons, Joe. I reported in that thread about him, his knapping, his shooting, his son, and what a great companion (and father) he was to shoot with. SEE?
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(cont'd - for some reason my puter is cutting my posts in half)
SEE?
Ya gotta pay mo' attenshun to this ol' Marine - I just don't ramble on - well, some of the time anyways. Now we find out Woody is also one heck of an observer and recorder of sights and words of the kind of hunts we love, to boot. I am so glad you found Ray to be a good companion to rejuvenate your lost - no, misplaced - love of hunting and I bless him for giving you that opportunity. I hunted SCs Savanah River area for hogs (as well as Sumter, SC, later) but before I had swithed to all trad. You, Woody, brought it all back, in my minds eye, but in a much more traditional flavor. Bless you, my friend, and may more such adventures reward you as time progresses.
(BTW - Woody has another DVD coming out soon, The last I heard. The man, as Killie hinted, never toots his own horn that I have seen - or "heard".)
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ttt - Great story and pics!