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The last two weeks of trail camera photos, the weather forecast, and a bit of “terrain tidying”…
Given the last two weeks of trail camera photos, the weather forecast, and a bit of “terrain tidying intent,” I decided to head out to my automatic feeder stand at three in the morning on Saturday and spend the whole of Saturday night hunting. Thanks to the early start, I arrived comfortably around seven in…
The weekend is approaching, when the 2025 hunting-year land lease agreement will be finalized…
The weekend is approaching, when the land lease agreement for the 2025 hunting year will be finalized, and after walking the new hunting ground, in the quiet, hidden, game-concealing thicket judged to be the best spot, near game trails, watercourses, and wallows, at a distance of around 25m from them, in accordance with the prevailing…
There’s nothing in this photo but an empty feeder.
There’s nothing in this photo but an empty feeder. However, – On the one hand, even empty, it’s dear to me, because I’m the only one who hunts at this feeder – On the other hand, thanks to the unusual light conditions, a photo this dark in broad daylight is a rare thing. This coming…
Increased Game Movement Following Summer Thunderstorms
Increased Game Movement Following Summer Thunderstorms Summary The increase in game movement observed after summer showers and thunderstorms, particularly in wild boar, is the result of a combined effect of complex ecological, physiological, and behavioral factors. The phenomenon is not rooted in a fundamental increase in the animals’ energy needs, but rather in the more…
It seems there’s a healthy, strong doe with her calf who has taken a liking to this…
It seems there’s a healthy, strong doe with her calf who has taken a liking to this hidden, undisturbed, quiet little spot, because lately the camera has been sending me pictures of them more and more often. And now this curious calf has come to introduce itself . . .
Tonight these two hogs ruled the old bowhunting feeder.
Tonight these two hogs ruled the old bowhunting feeder. Of course, I was at my new stand, where there was hardly any movement.