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Chapter 3

Bean, Leon Leonwood Down East Books ePub

Chapter 3

How to Dress a Deer

First swing him around so that his head will hang over a small log or nubble with hind quarters down hill. Spread his hind legs well apart, make a careful incision in the belly right where it curves up from the legs, cutting through the skin and the very thin layer covering the paunch. Remembering that the hide and membrane is very thin here and that you do not want to cut into the paunch. Place the point of your knife between the first two fingers of your left hand, so that the back of the hand will press the paunch down and the point of the knife will cut the skin. Cut forward until you have an opening from twelve to fifteen inches long. Roll up both sleeves above the elbow, insert both hands, one on each side of the paunch, well forward and roll it out through the opening. Do not make this opening any larger than is necessary in order to do this. The bowels and liver will follow the paunch. Now reach way forward with your right hand and you will strike a membranous wall. Puncture this with your fingers and on the other side you will find his heart and lungs. Reach beyond this and cut windpipe with jackknife. Now pull out the heart and lungs and you have a deer that is known as “woods dressed.” It is not necessary to cut the throat to bleed him. In most cases all the blood will escape through the shot hole. If not, the dressing operation will bleed him thoroughly. It is a good idea to remove the end of the intestine at the rectum. By doing this you will make a drain. By drawing a small bough through this hole all the blood will drain out.

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Sierra Treed

Edited by Kenneth L. Untiedt University of North Texas Press PDF



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One time, while we were building our house on the land in Tarpley and still living in a rent house in Bandera, something crazy happened. We had been working in my shop—probably making things to take to an arts and crafts show to sell. This was in the “downsizing and reorienting” phase of our life, which is a whole story in itself. Well anyway, Karen and I would work sometimes pretty late while the girls, Acayla and Sierra, would play or sleep in a corner of the shop we had fixed up for them, which simply meant that we had a blanket spread out on the ground. The house was just an idea at this time.

We finished up for that night and started home. We have twoand-a-half miles of gravel road to get from our land to the paved road going to Tarpley and then Bandera. Karen was driving the

Toyota 4-Runner so I could rest, and the girls were in the back seat. Our two Border Collie dogs were in the back behind the girls.

One of the dogs was a young dog that hadn’t had much hunting experience, so I was still trying to work with her. We were near the creek when a coon ran across the gravel road and into a mott of live oaks and young cedars not more than fifty yards across.

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7 Too Much Is Not Enough

Mike Roos Quarry Books ePub

As the August twilight faded over the roof of the whitewashed barn, Maurice Keusch dribbled with his back to the homemade basket, nailed to the barn boards. His brother Dennis, nicknamed Red, guarded him closely, blanketing his every movement with the special ferocity they reserved for these intense personal games of one-on-one. In an effort to break free, Maurice faked sharply to his right, then spun left to go up for a quick jumper, but Red, the skilled defenseman, recovered quickly and leaped up with his left arm extended, forcing the shot to go much higher than Maurice intended. Red then pivoted and planted his right foot firmly atop Maurice’s and successfully pinned him to the bare hard clay that served as their basketball court. When the ball hit the front of the rim and sprung harmlessly away, Red was in ready position for the defensive rebound.

“Hey! Watch the foot!” Maurice cried, looking around for an imaginary official. “He fouled me, ref!”

“Ref didn’t see it!” Red grinned as he dribbled out to the fifteen-foot range to begin his own offensive possession.

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Southern Atolls

Lonely Planet Lonely Planet ePub

The southern atolls have been busy over the past few years as new resorts have been built on ever more atolls. With better transport infrastructure than the north of the country – there are five regional airports, all with multiple daily connections to the capital – it's surprising that tourism didn't catch on here sooner.

Outside the resorts, the southern atolls have mostly retained a traditional way of life. The exception is Gan, where the British established military facilities in WWII and maintained an air-force base that operated until 1976.

Development is continuing, with each atoll now hosting at least one resort, and several new guesthouses opening. Safari boats explore dive sites, and surfing trips visit the remotest breaks of Gaafu Dhaalu and Seenu Atolls. Welcome to the pristine islands of the southern Maldives.

ADec-Apr The best time to see manta rays swimming in the waters of the south

AFeb-Apr & Aug-Oct Surf's up in Gaafu Dhaal and Seenu Atolls

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The Decline of the Poacher as Fold Hero in Texas

Edited by Kenneth L. Untiedt University of North Texas Press PDF



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Either poaching develops good hunters or else great hunters make good poachers, but the two fit together exceptionally well. However, one cannot be both a poacher and a sportsman. Certainly, trespassing on private property to take game and fish is best done by the slob hunter, someone who thinks only in terms of himself, neither caring for the future of wildlife nor the condition of his country, a selfish person of limited vision for the greater good of his surroundings. But the poacher is a legitimate folk character, larger than life and invoking all kinds of images in Texas—some, unfortunately, favorable.

The most seductive image of the Texas poacher is the subconscious connection in the public eye with the legendary and romantic archer Robin Hood, who slew the King’s deer with deadly accuracy and robbed the rich to provide for the poor. This thief is acceptable in history only because of his time, and he hardly transfers to today’s market. Toleration of such habits in the twenty-first century is out of place. In the framework of Merry Old England, catching game illegally represented a steed of a different hue. It all started when Robin dropped a fine buck out of need, dispatched a

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