I still had a bit of unfinished business with the winch that raises and lowers the feeder.
This morning I finally took care of it.
Since the 8mm Dyneema prusik didn’t slip even the slightest bit on the 6mm wire rope, I decided to keep it as a redundant safety measure.
Besides that, of course, the second feeder head was also mounted on the tank.
The work, in pictures . . .
After Saturday’s intervention ( setting up the big feeder automat ), the sounder has now returned. The photos follow chronological order. The very first photo shows them arriving from the direction of the drainage ditch (seasonal) 20m from the feeder, where the scattered acorns held them for a little while. But with so many hungry…
Based on the images sent by the camera set up at the Big Green Wallow, it can be clearly stated that changing hunting clubs, and with it the area, was a good choice. This spot is very promising. Here we can most likely see the piglets of 2 sounders moving together (based on several sent…
Feeding time is coming . . . The local appointed gamekeeper regularly checks and maintains the feeders. Next I’m planning to sit out in April, provided the feeders are being regularly visited by the game. It would be really great if this secluded, undisturbed feeder, for which the stand was built with such excellent features,…
" Give the game a chance!" An article worth sharing: From the Nimród Hunting Magazine A Word of Hunting Caution Author Csaba Varga Date 22.02.2026 https://nimrod.hu/hirek/vadaszi?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAc3J0YwZhcHBfaWQKNjYyODU2ODM3OQABHnSZZ8ftKt4An0Stl-ryfSQbjsLHwjykLboNADIcDUpAEf31_pBQ5qT6LGTJ_aem_2PBpuyNp9aT7uA1RWBMDRg https://nimrod.hu/hirek/vadaszi
The large sounder living in the area visited the clearing feeder again, after many days. Even on uneventful days, the feeder kept dispensing around 5 kg of corn kernels daily, spreading them nice and evenly over the feeder’s area. This steadily increasing amount of corn, sitting on the ground getting a bit rained on, softening,…
This July’s hunting weekend was a little different from the usual ones. After my 26-year-old Audi A4, on the way home last time, literally “breathed its last,” I had no way of getting to Somogy. But a very kind acquaintance of mine offered to drive me there, and to bring me home again on Monday….