<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2024 15:56:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>hunting</category><category>turkey and turkey hunting</category><category>goose hunting</category><category>2011 turkey odyssey</category><category>lists upon lists</category><category>2014 turkey odyssey</category><category>deer hunting</category><category>hunting ethics</category><category>goose calling</category><category>taboo of the day</category><category>random thoughts</category><category>hunting gear</category><category>duck calling</category><category>duck hunting</category><category>game calls</category><category>waterfowl hunting</category><category>2012 turkey odyssey</category><category>conservation</category><category>fundraising</category><category>hunting regulations</category><category>national wild turkey federation</category><category>reflections</category><category>a few observations...</category><category>them crooked gobblers</category><category>updates</category><category>varmint hunting</category><category>calling contests</category><category>hunting humor</category><category>recipes</category><category>turkey hunting clothes</category><category>women&#39;s hunting</category><category>2013 turkey odyssey</category><category>and they call it...</category><category>big game hunting</category><category>corrections</category><category>haikus?</category><category>hunting safety</category><category>landowner permission</category><category>moose hunting</category><category>small game hunting</category><category>social media</category><category>take a kid hunting</category><category>the hypocrisy line</category><category>whitetail deer</category><category>wild game</category><category>writing</category><title>Get Out &amp;amp; Go Hunting</title><description>Nostalgia, News, Stories, Opinions, and Lies.</description><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-4577033011793389107</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2015 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-13T21:44:16.345-04:00</atom:updated><title>We Have Moved!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Get Out &amp;amp; Go Hunting has moved!



All the same lunacy, bad comedy, amateur photographs, and&amp;nbsp;occasionally insightful hunting observations can now be found at www.getoutandgohunting.com



Thanks to everyone for following here, and I hope you&#39;ll continue to check in on what I&#39;ve got brewing on the new website. The new format is just the first change, and Get Out &amp;amp; Go Hunting will be </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2015/04/we-have-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-4998327247072748625</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2015 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-26T09:28:18.823-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflections</category><title>In Defense of Beagles</title><atom:summary type="text">
This past
week, a beagle won the Westminster.&amp;nbsp;
That’s good.



I have a
soft spot for beagles, and although I’d rather see one running low through the
snow on the trail of a snowshoe hare as opposed to jauntily trotting around in
a show-ring, I couldn’t help but smile to see the Best in Show ribbon next to
the stately little canine.



I enjoy
beagles.&amp;nbsp; Real beagles. Working beagles.
</atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2015/02/in-defense-of-beagles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-6618044839745003909</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2015 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-02T12:11:11.261-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">them crooked gobblers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Them Crooked Gobblers, Part Three: The Surprise Bird</title><atom:summary type="text">
While the
previous two installments here were about birds that worked long, or that were repeat
offenders, this chapter is about a bird that was in my life for all of twenty
minutes, but it was still twenty very intense minutes that taught me a lesson that
I put to good use in future seasons.&amp;nbsp;
Although this bird beat me, what he taught me helped me to kill other
birds after him.&amp;nbsp; This </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2015/02/them-crooked-gobblers-part-three.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-8043733025580802622</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2015 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-17T11:00:12.393-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting ethics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflections</category><title>Honour Among Thieves &amp; Unity Among Hunters, or, The Seven Deadly Sins of Hunter Relations</title><atom:summary type="text">
As surely as
there are death and taxes, you can bet that however, wherever, and whatever you
choose to hunt that there will be someone out there that knows how to find
fault with the way you do it.



I long ago
got used to the opinions, taunts, jibes, and snide remarks of the taciturn,
illogical anti-hunter or the misinformed and self-assured non-hunter (which are
two distinct sides to the same</atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2015/01/honour-among-thieves-unity-among.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-7399132034644384722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-30T14:15:14.525-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">them crooked gobblers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Them Crooked Gobblers, Part Two: The Backdoor Bird</title><atom:summary type="text">
The first
installment of this series was about a gobbler I ended up tagging, but this
edition is about one I didn’t.&amp;nbsp; On
consecutive hunts this bird did the same thing to me.&amp;nbsp; On the third hunt I tried to double-bluff
him, and he still managed to trick me. Sometimes you can’t win and you just
have to tip your cap and chalk up a learning experience.



My only
proof that this was the </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/12/them-crooked-gobblers-part-two-backdoor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-3798702959459641752</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2014 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-30T14:11:32.151-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">them crooked gobblers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Them Crooked Gobblers, Part One: There&#39;s Always a First Time</title><atom:summary type="text">
Although Get
Out and Go Hunting has taken a brief hiatus (forced by the fact that I have a
cripplingly busy winter schedule with my real job; this blogging doesn’t
exactly pay the bills), fear not for I have returned just in time for
Christmas.



Consider
this my gift to you.&amp;nbsp; A last-minute,
thoughtless gift that you probably won’t really use and one you will have a
hard time re-gifting to</atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/12/them-crooked-gobblers-part-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-8884837269566495003</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2014 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-21T21:50:28.509-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goose hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">take a kid hunting</category><title>Something Special</title><atom:summary type="text">
Something
special happened on this past Thanksgiving weekend, and it was something I had
been planning for the past five years.



In August of
2009, my first son was born and it was a distant wish at that time that one day
I’d get to take him hunting with me.&amp;nbsp;
After all, not every son or daughter grows up to love the same things
their parents love, and my wife and I had long previously </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/10/something-special.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhku4DZNeiriQ97KgSMkvpx1JFeJNQ00pqf3XsK8tzuKtdqrsapoWAg0AGqNGJ7N1GXlLCb0ifVV8XrAnAgAbLyEjNf8s2vRJX537BSbOWz8fqjRAp1N5n9NJmF5joIUTj3kqbzTHXxADE/s72-c/002.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-3967755695036346197</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2014 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-30T12:30:36.125-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting ethics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the hypocrisy line</category><title>Fair Chase &amp; The Hypocrisy Line</title><atom:summary type="text">
It has been
some time since I last had the time or inspiration to write something here, but
a recent conversation, as well as some troubling media that I’ve seen has
prompted my crotchety and opinionated side to come out for this particular
post.&amp;nbsp; Despite the murky and nebulous
philosophical wrangling that is about to take place, this may become an item
that will make recurring appearances </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/07/fair-chase-hypocrisy-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-6681658412648625842</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2014 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-08T00:30:52.497-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Family, Friends, and Wild Turkeys on the Bruce Peninsula</title><atom:summary type="text">
Not even four days removed from the
end of what was an epic adventure in southeastern British Columbia, I found
myself loading all my gear (as well as my wife, as well as my two sons who are both under
the age of five) into the car for a trip to the family farm on the Bruce
Peninsula.&amp;nbsp; Pulling into the laneway, the
weather forecast was for sunny skies, but temperatures well below seasonal </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/06/family-friends-and-wild-turkeys-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkWHkQeQiuOT7ue1OuAhiNwDInPeptg51z2kWdbea2dz7xmBD7Yy-fcuwHVhDG31wvup01iiA1QyG3JGtgod88gWPu0gKmHV_fz8A7lJJSVDbT7ByQaOcOM7ZwQYl49_AphzQBrndip8/s72-c/IMG_0551.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-7010735172955492773</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2014 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-04T20:21:58.861-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>2014 Merriam’s Turkey Adventure, Part Three: Panic, Elation, Satisfaction</title><atom:summary type="text">
3:15am came far earlier than I had anticipated, but I was
galvanized to put in a hard last shift before flying out that night.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling the pressure to show my friend
Chris that I actually knew how to hunt turkeys, and I believe (although he
didn’t show it) that Chris was feeling the pressure to put a gobbler in front
of my gun barrel.



We made the trailhead in a chilly and dim </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/06/2014-merriams-turkey-adventure-part.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cmasosa2r8A9R7bAzF_Izpekfb0QTBqybcXyueWk8a9L_FF9T-G3JVX7xbQkB5UuCjWbHl5W6XS6Pjeyp6HqoFk3URzE5kyJpL3FOCWpUpd_NmTQDYKwd4q6okbbD5Id0PJRTUer290/s72-c/IMG_0530.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-6522179153369623229</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2014 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-23T21:56:17.665-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>2014 Merriam’s Turkey Adventure, Part Two: Pain, Frustration, and Beauty</title><atom:summary type="text">
Day Three

The plan had been to get up earlier than we had the previous
day, but even then arising at 4:15am put us to our parking spot with too much
daylight to make an unnoticed entry to the woods.&amp;nbsp; Luckily a dense fog draped over the area and
we geared up and stalked our way in.&amp;nbsp;
Every now and then we paused and I blew out the tell-tale notes of the
barred owl.



Not a turkey </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/05/2014-merriams-turkey-adventure-part-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Q578DgeEYl2ho96UtVLBx9eMyJQazn7_RuBKvFiStPzKhQi5YWQUhKuqLuUU2fMmWk9lzvLuMVlp20OlclbHQ9sYBtigwNbs-QifwZEuHZ4UKWyJXZk0TJ2GkJVcA2_nKUkikxGIoiA/s72-c/IMG_0727.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-5719061836495637505</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2014 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T21:09:44.348-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>2014 Merriam’s Turkey Adventure, Part One: High Country Self-Realization</title><atom:summary type="text">
Day One:

I boarded the Beechcraft 1900 with some level of
trepidation.&amp;nbsp; I fly a lot in my career,
but never in a plane so small.&amp;nbsp; Another
first for my aviation experiences was when Air Canada removed one of the
passengers and re-routed them to another flight for “weight and balance
precautions”.&amp;nbsp; I was glad I hadn’t had that
chocolate chip cookie with my lunch.



I was tucked </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/05/2014-merriams-turkey-adventure-part-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-215092938864424250</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2014 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-01T22:20:56.781-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>The Opener</title><atom:summary type="text">
A light drizzle carried by a chill wind greeted me when I
went out to load my shotgun and decoys in the car.&amp;nbsp; It was 4:40am and I was heading out to get my
dad so that we could kick off the 2014 spring turkey season at a local haunt
where we’ve often tagged gobblers.



I kissed my wife on the cheek before I left and for the
umpteenth time in our marriage her muttered, early morning </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-opener.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-5068215789928949659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2014 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-16T20:26:37.042-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Keeping it All Together</title><atom:summary type="text">
I was doing a good job of holding things together.&amp;nbsp; Really I was.



A couple of weeks ago I saw my first strutting turkey of
2014.&amp;nbsp; It was nice; a bit of an omen that
spring was breaking through the tenacious, unrelenting grip of this frigid and nightmarish
winter.&amp;nbsp; It renewed my optimism for the
speedy return of spring gobbler hunting, but I didn’t get too carried
away.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/04/keeping-it-all-together.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-8141851873727904865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2014 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-31T21:55:02.481-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Friends Helping Friends</title><atom:summary type="text">
There is a unique element of uncertainty in my upcoming trip
to British Columbia, and while it has not been causing me stress, it has been
on my mind.



That uncertainty is that, in some ways at least, my friend
Chris and I have no idea what we’re doing.



I can’t speak for myself, but I know my man Chris is a
capable woodsman, and that I can rely on his knowledge of the area and his
</atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/03/friends-helping-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-3044302013157898704</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2014 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-24T15:20:57.704-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Gaining Momentum</title><atom:summary type="text">
I’m just over a month from opening day, and pretty much
every weekend of the season is now booked.&amp;nbsp;
That opening weekend is earmarked for sitting under a tree and trying to
lure an early season tom into range is pretty much a given.&amp;nbsp; I’ll be guiding around a friend who missed
last season via the birth of his first child on the weekend after that.&amp;nbsp; Then I’m off to BC for a much </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/03/gaining-momentum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-5377749986207833989</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2014 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-07T22:52:11.570-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2014 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>The 2014 Turkey Odyssey Begins Today</title><atom:summary type="text">
In reviewing past posts to this forum I’ve noticed a
distinct trend.



The last few years, right around February, I start to go
stir-crazy and begin writing about turkey hunting.&amp;nbsp; I write about preparations, I write about
memories, and I write about the malaise and madness that precedes any turkey
season in my household.



And this year it will be no different.&amp;nbsp; Except that it will </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-2014-turkey-odyssey-begins-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-8739244816772822879</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2013 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-13T21:13:52.226-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deer hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><title>The Doe of Contempt and Pity</title><atom:summary type="text">
As we settle into the holiday madness, which is immediately
followed by a prolonged lull in my hunting seasons (with really no action,
outside of occasional coyote hunting, until spring turkey season), I like to
take the time to reflect back on the deer season which recently ended.



Like most every deer season I’ve partaken in, I didn’t shoot
a deer.&amp;nbsp; Which is perfectly fine, given
that </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-doe-of-contempt-and-pity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-8355552846553305917</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Nov 2013 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-01T21:08:42.683-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deer hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><title>The Grumpy, Foul-Smelling Deer Hunter</title><atom:summary type="text">
Every year I create a checklist of the gear, clothing and
goodies I need to pack for deer season, and just today I put the finishing
touches on the 2013 edition of that document.&amp;nbsp;
It is a seasonal task that I look forward to far more than I do to other
fall tasks such as raking leaves, preparing the yard for winter, and putting
ice-scrapers in my car.



You see, the list means deer season </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-grumpy-foul-smelling-deer-hunter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-4118184512935599526</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2013 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-12T23:25:54.932-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goose hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><title>Hunted Hard Makes for Hard Hunting</title><atom:summary type="text">
I’ve long held a theory that when there aren’t many of a
given species of animal around, those animals in reality become easier to
hunt.&amp;nbsp; Harder to find, but once found,
relatively simpler to hunt.



When early goose opened up, I got a text from a friend of
mine that a crew of guys had been really putting the hurt on the geese in our
preferred hunting area.&amp;nbsp; Working them
hard, </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/09/hunted-hard-makes-for-hard-hunting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsgeUijSqBm7w94o-XvV4hGNP-hdjlRwXZd1kAHJtD9EW1NmEsrRMtPMVWRBNzH_bT-iLnl011p-NIWFMaXHcwe3NqbcKcpD7XZlQmmhRSra2qMdixsS9e6kPs_a6IDBgfO9_fJHb66E/s72-c/IMG_0443.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-2303419534062211062</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2013 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-05T22:54:04.434-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goose hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><title>Fits &amp; Starts, Tinkering &amp; Fixing…and then Waiting</title><atom:summary type="text">
With just a few short days remaining until I get into my goose
season here in Ontario and with it the unofficial “start of fall” for me, I’m
just pacing around the house like a tiger in a cage.&amp;nbsp; I constantly wander around thinking about the
upcoming hunt, planning for different weather contingencies, practicing my
calling, and prepping and re-prepping my equipment.&amp;nbsp; I can’t do anything</atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/09/fits-starts-tinkering-fixingand-then_5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-6542395654443268273</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jul 2013 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-17T12:52:37.738-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">duck calling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">duck hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goose calling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goose hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waterfowl hunting</category><title>The Primacy of Waterfowling</title><atom:summary type="text">As with most things you’ve read here, what follows is a matter of opinion.&amp;nbsp; If you and I are similarly-minded, then I imagine we are not going to have too much to debate in the below ramblings.&amp;nbsp; If we are found to not share such ideals, then I defer to the time-proven axiom of “to each their own” and I can still share the field with you if you’d have me.



I haven’t hunted African </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-primacy-of-waterfowling_30.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-3930486762899484118</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-09T20:47:11.570-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2013 turkey odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">turkey and turkey hunting</category><title>Hunting for Therapy</title><atom:summary type="text">
When the phone rang at 4:15 in the morning, I knew it was bad news.&amp;nbsp; Those phone calls mean someone either passed away or that someone had just had a baby.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t know anyone who was pregnant.



What I did know, however, was that my mother was approaching the inevitable end of a four-year battle with bone cancer.&amp;nbsp; With recovery not an option and treatments being more than she </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/05/hunting-for-therapy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-5037098417597514545</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-01T21:50:13.446-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random thoughts</category><title>The Punk-Rock Parallels and Perils of Hunting in the 21st Century</title><atom:summary type="text">
There are some things that many of you don’t know about me, and sometimes that is for the best.&amp;nbsp; I work in a corporate environment and frequently people learn something new about my personality and they say “Well, that’s a surprise…”



And they’re not always saying that just because I don’t look like a ‘typical’ hunter.



I don’t drive a big 4x4.&amp;nbsp; I don’t have a drawl or a regional </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-punk-rock-parallels-and-perils-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474928880913307034.post-101436017970213734</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-06T23:25:21.214-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hunting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">varmint hunting</category><title>Nothing Dainty About It</title><atom:summary type="text">
There wasn’t much that was keeping the moon from being full on the drive up to my cousin Luke’s house with my wife and two kids (one of which decided an appropriate course of action would be to scream for two straight hours from the backseat).&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking that on that moonlit Friday night in late January plenty of coyotes would be up rambling around straight through the wee hours of </atom:summary><link>http://getoutandgohunting.blogspot.com/2013/02/nothing-dainty-about-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shawn West)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>