Tuesday

Just Another Monster Buck…

The antlers of one wild deer, as he aged. At 18 months he had three points, at age two and a half he had four points. His third year, he sported five points on each antler. His fourth winter, he had larger antler beams than ever before but only three points on each antler.

It happens all the time. I recently talked to an old friend of mine from Ankeny, Iowa, who told me he is teaching his 14-year-old son to trap this year, not because of fur prices, which are very low, but because he wants to see him learn about the outdoors, the ways of the wild, what being a true hunter and outdoorsman is really about. Brad Coulson is an old time taxidermist and he feels, as I do, that deer hunting is the poorest way in the world to make a hunter and outdoorsman out of a youngster. Today though, there are few who trap, or hunt squirrels or rabbits, and the “trophy” idea is running rampant.

To my way of thinking, it is a horrible thing to make a trophy out of any wild creature, but hunters have never before been as they are becoming today, when nothing matters but the antlers.

“I see hunters come in here with a big set of antlers, measuring 160 or so and if they don’t make the Boone and Crockett record book, which requires 170 inches, they are just devastated.” Brad told me. “It is the only reason they have to hunt. I want to tell them how much they are missing. Most hunters 50 years ago would have been tickled to death with a deer like that.”

Today, big antlers are downright common. It takes monster antlers to make the big money now. Coulson gets a constant flow of deer-breeders catalogs in the mail, and he says they list hundreds and hundreds of breeders raising buck deer, trying to sell them to game ranches where “hunters” come in and pay from 15 to 50 thousand dollars to shoot that half-tame, pen-raised deer, fed a diet with meat by products to create a set of huge antlers. He says the catalogs increase each year to a point where there are thousands of 250- to 325-inch deer antlers being grown.

“Some guy will bring in an Iowa deer to be mounted, and he thinks because it will reach those Boone and Crockett requirements he has a rack worth 10,000 dollars,” Brad says, laughing. “Not anymore, a Boone and Crockett buck is fairly common now when you consider what is being raised in pens.”

Coulson has raised a lot of deer himself, raising one buck to the age of 12 years. He says the idea that letting a smaller buck go to become a big-antlered deer next year works just fine, sometimes. But many times, he will not get any bigger than he is. “I have seen 300-pound bucks with big, wide, forked antlers. If he is fed right, and has the right genetics, he may be an eight or ten-point buck at 1 and ½ years old, and at 3 and ½ years his antlers might be bigger or they might still be the same. But he might also lose a point or two, even though his antlers become heavier,” he said. “As he ages, his teeth wear down, and as his teeth wear, his antlers will not become any more impressive than they are.”

“Colorado tried the same thing years ago with mule deer that Missouri is doing now.” Coulson says. “They began to find a lot of big mule deer killed and left where they fell, because hunters just couldn’t tell for sure how many points the deer had, and they would shoot first and count later.”

He agreed that few hunters in heavy timber or brush, early or late in the day without good sunlight, can positively tell how many points are on each antler. Hunting conditions make it next to impossible to tell unless you use a good scope on your rifle, or binoculars. Too many hunters like me, who hunt with open sights in heavy woods, cannot count points on a moving buck they get a good look at for only fifteen or twenty seconds. And no matter what else can be said about the four-point restriction, that is the thing which disturbs me most… the fact that some hunter who never had a shot at a nice buck before will find out that the heavy antlers he saw had only three points on each side. And yes, sometimes that set of antlers will have more points next year, and sometimes it will not.

Coulson, an expert on deer antlers if I ever knew one, says that each deer is an individual, and theoretically, the whole plan sounds great, but there are so many exceptions to the rule, and a buck that becomes four or five years old, will seldom have the antlers he had at 2 or 3 years of age. That’s why the deer-growers sell deer at two and a half to three and a half years old, rather than keeping them until they are five or six. An aging buck may have heavier antlers with fewer points, or he may have small antlers his entire life.

The whole thing centers around money, and this tremendous ego which big antlers seem to stoke. Trophy antlers conceivably bring in more out-of-state hunters. Estimates are that this year, 18,000 non-resident hunters will come to hunt deer in Missouri, and the tags sell for 225 dollars each. Multiply that! The MDC has a lot to gain if trophy hunters think they can find bigger antlers in the state each year. If 5000 or so small bucks are killed and left in the woods, it isn’t considered to be a great number. The trophy hunter’s attitude about that is… who cares?

But you can count on this… the money factor is declining. Wild bucks will not produce the big-money-antlers in the future, unless you go to Manitoba to hunt. Once while goose-hunting in Manitoba in the 80’s I found the most unbelievable shed antler I have ever seen. Back in Missouri, a trophy-hunter nut said he would give me a thousand dollars for a set of antlers like that, if only I had found both.

But Bass Pro Shops and Cabelas can only buy so many racks for their walls, and they have about reached the maximum number they have room for. Those they bought ten years ago aren’t much now compared to the ones being raised in pens. Today, there are people making synthetic deer antlers which you cannot tell from real ones. A ten thousand dollar rack ten years ago may not be worth 100 dollars in another ten years.

And someday, that will put the quietus on trophy hunting…mounted deer head saturation. It then might thin out the numbers of the once-a-year hunters who stream out of the cities in their bright orange suits, and judge their worth according to the number and size of the deer heads they have hung on their office walls. Right now, the four-point restriction means money. It was instigated for that reason. But we only have to put up with this nonsense for a couple of weeks in November, and then the circus is over. The woods I walk through in December and January will be empty. And you would be amazed at the deer carcasses I will find.

As a side bar, it is interesting that this year a non-resident youngster under 16 years of age can get a deer tag which his father would have to pay 225 dollars for, at a cost of only 8 dollars and 50 cents. I hope a non-resident trophy hunter doesn’t figure out that he can bring his youngster and hunt bucks in Missouri about 217 dollars less. Of course, that never happens in the youth season, why would it happen in the regular season!

The website, www.larrydablemontoutdoors.blogspot.com. Write to me at Box 22, Bolivar, Mo. 65613 or e-mail lightninridge@windstream.net.

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Alex and the Rifle


Alex, my grandson who will someday be a great hunter... Maybe. Marksman rifle...This page from a 1927 trappers catalog show the Stevens rifles popular in the early half of the last century for farm boys who wanted to learn to shoot before they were old enough for full sized
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About 100 years ago the Stevens Arms Company made four little single-shot .22 caliber rifles, which were fairly similar in design. Named the Crack Shot, Little Scout, Favorite and Marksman, they were sold through mail order catalogs until after World War II. The first two sold for about 5 dollars in the 1927 Trapper’s Supply Catalog I have, and the latter two sold for about 7 dollars.

I wish I had them all, but a few years back I found an old Marksman rifle for sale and bought it, and have had it on my wall to remind me of the time when most all boys hunted squirrels from the time they were 10 or 11 years old, and the best Christmas present they could get was just such a short barreled, lightweight rifle. And in that time, a few dollars was a lot of money. The Marksman weighs 6 pounds, and overall it is 34 inches long with a 20-inch barrel.

There’s not much to it, and I figured if my little 5-year-old grandson, Alex, could shoot anything, it would be that little Stevens rifle. After all the stock-to-trigger length is only about 13 inches. Alex has only been five for about four months, and he is a little guy. Someday he will be a hunter, my little sidekick in pursuit of squirrels and rabbits and wild turkey. Shucks, according to the rules, he will be eligible for the ‘youth deer season’ next year at this time! I don’t want to get started on that… but it is my opinion that any little boy who starts hunting deer and turkey at six has likely got a daddy or grandpa who is doing a great deal of helping… like pulling the trigger and holding the gun!

As it should be with all boys, Alex will hunt first with a .22, then graduate to a light 20-gauge shotgun when he is 11 or 12, and he will have bagged a lot of squirrels and rabbits before he graduates to turkey and deer. First, we have to introduce Alex to a .22 that he can hold, and the little Marksman seemed to be the one.

So Alex and I go out behind the porch and put up a target and I show him how to load it and hold it, and the first thing he does is put both hands over his ears, while grandpa prepared to put a .22 caliber slug into the bulls-eye to show him how it is done. I had fired the little rifle a couple of times before, but that time, it would not fire, and I was a little puzzled because it appeared the firing pin was hitting the shell casing very well. I am standing there looking at the shell, and the firing pin, and Alex senses I am puzzled so he offers his advice.

“Gwampa,” he says, peering out from beneath a shock of unruly red hair, “maybe it’s da batterwies.”

We live in a different time. When I was Alex’s age, the only battery I knew anything about was the big one that ran the trolling motor! All of our hunting and fishing lights ran on carbide. Now don’t get to thinking I am that old, it’s just that my grandpa was way behind the times. Come to think of it, so is Alex’s grandpa. But Alex and I are going to have a good time over the next fifteen years or so, until he gets old enough to start thinking about girls! At least I hope it is that long. I was every bit that old before I agreed to take a girl fishing with me! I am tempted to say I wish I had waited another few years to notice girls, but if I had, then Alex wouldn’t be here!

Old guns fascinate me. I still hunt on occasion with a 70- year-old Model 12 Winchester, and my grandfather’s old double barrel hangs on my wall. I prefer to hunt deer with an old muzzle-loader rifle, partly because most deer hunters have gone back to the city by the time the December muzzle-loader season comes around. By that time the woods are empty and still again, though most deer are nocturnal by then, terrorized by the army of ATVer’s that has come and gone in November. If there was enough space here, I would tell you something about what my favorite shotguns are, and how one of them made me a big-time violator a few years back. I will have to tell that story in a week or so. I will also discuss the restrictions on the size of deer antlers in an upcoming column, citing some studies done on that subject. If you can’t wait, you should see the photos of what happens to a buck’s antlers as he ages. That photo and the study I am talking about can be seen in the November and December issue of the Lightnin’ Ridge Outdoor magazine which is now out. Despite the fact that we have produced 25 issues of the magazine, many of the readers of this column have never seen it. If you want to see a free sample copy of the magazine, I will send you one. Just send three dollars to cover the postage and handling, to Box 22, Bolivar, MO. 65613. This new issue has 72 pages, and some great stories, and a beautiful cover painting of a nice buck. Jim Spencer and Keith Sutton, two of our regular writers, each won first place awards in magazine feature writing, from the Southeastern Outdoor Press Association with stories they wrote for our magazine last year. Both are full time professional outdoor writers, and the deer-hunting story Jim Spencer has in our November-December issue is the best I have read in ages. Spencer is the best outdoor writer I have ever read, and Sutton isn’t far behind.

The Lightnin’ Ridge Outdoor Journal is a magazine I started just intending to do a half dozen of them for the fun of it, and it ballooned into something special with ever-increasing subscription numbers. It is a bigger project now than I can handle, and I can’t work on it and write books too. I want to find someone to take it over and continue to produce it, so if there is someone out there who can lay out and produce a magazine, edit manuscripts, work with advertisers and do all kinds of whiz-bang computer work, you should contact me. I need to retire and teach Alex to hunt and fish, and to do so, I need some full time and part time help up here on Lightnin’ Ridge. If I find anyone, I can fire my executive secretary, Ms. Wiggins, and I have looked forward to that for a long time.

You can see all my outdoor books and the latest issue of the magazine on my website, www.larrydablemontoutdoors.blogspot.com. There was a meeting in Mtn. Grove last week of landowners wanting to help the folks I wrote about who are about to lose their land to the Missouri Department of Conservation. The MDC was asked to attend, but they wouldn’t come. Since then, a Schell City, Mo. landowner has notified me that the MDC is claiming 30 acres of his land which he has owned and fenced since 1976. I will write more about this when I find out more facts. If you didn’t see the story, read it on that same website.

E-mail me at lightninridge@windstream.net. Mail letters to Box 22, Bolivar,MO. 65613

Common Sense Conservationist Newsletter

The Common Sense Conservationist Newsletter is now in print and being mailed to those belonging to the group. If you do not receive one, or would like to read one, let us know. Be sure to scroll down on this blog to read the latest information & see photos regarding the Missouri Department of Conservation on some land near Cabool, MO.

Monday

"It's Our Land Now" Photos

Deanna Hewett stands near the corner of her land, at the fenceline maintained as a boundary line since 1938, and now ignored.

These stakes are more than 200 feet from the fence-line boundary and block a lane the Hewitt's have always used. The MDC has instructed them to not use the road and beyond it, which they own.


Robert Drake stands to lose 7 or 8 acres of his timber.The big red oak at left is old and a valuable log tree. If the MDC gets it,it will likely end up in a saw mill in coming years.

This wildlife food plot, built and maintained by the Hewitt's for many many years, will belong to the MDC if their new survey stands.

From Deanna Hewett's home, the view to the south is spectacular. Much of the timber here that she and her husband owns is claimed by the Department of Conservation now.


This map of the donated Massengill tract shows why the MDC wants land on both sides. It is fairly narrow and they want to widen it.


Richard Massengill wanted his donated land left as it was. Soon after he died, the MDC bulldozed this road through the property and now has easy logging access.

Roy and Audray Smith stand by the posts driven by MDC crews who wish to take their land. These are 175 feet inside their fenced boundary line.

Big pines and oaks located on just these few feet of land at the very corner of Hewett's land are very valuable to private logging companies who contract with the MDC.

Some of the trees cut on the Smith's land were fairly large. They had no say in the matter, no knowledge it happened until they found it weeks later.

“It’s Our Land Now!”

A sleek looking buck jumped up from a brush pile where he was resting, and white-flagged it through the timber away from us. He was on land owned by Deanna and Dacey Hewitt, but there are posts across it with Missouri Department of Conservation’s yellow signs designating it to be their property. They intend to take it, and take land of two other private owners, which are neighbors of hers. They came in without notifying any of those landowners, cut swaths across their lands, set up stakes and signs and claimed it.

They intend to take about 10-15 acres of the Hewitt’s land, and about 7 acres of Robert Drake’s land. Their new stake line, a result of a new survey they have made, encroaches about 175 feet onto the land of Roy and Audray Smith, where they cut a number of small trees to plant their posts with no permission, no notification. They intend to tear down fences belonging to all three property owners which have stood, and been maintained as property lines since 1938!! Here’s the story behind it…

Ten years ago, the MDC was given 200 acres of beautiful Ozark Timberland about 15 miles southeast of Mt. Grove by a man named Richard Massengill, who was dying of cancer. Hewitt and the Smiths say that Massengill loved the land and gave it to the Conservation Department after they promised they would leave it as it was. They promised, all right, and then just after he died they bulldozed a road right through it, so they could manipulate a new survey and evaluate timber stands without having to walk. If you know the MDC, you know what is coming. They will, in the next ten or fifteen years, maybe sooner, fix up a contract with one of the big logging companies they work with, and they will sell all the big oaks and pines on Massengill's beloved acreage. They’ll make thousands out of Massengill's gift of his beloved acreage. It will, in time, look like a tornado ripped through it and every big tree worth a few dollars will be gone, stumps and brush piles left in its place. They might sell the land in time, they have sold and attempted to sell, many tracts of land given to them to protect and preserve. This column stopped one such sale, involving one million dollars, with a real estate developer on Lake of the Ozarks.

The MDC survey involved getting on all these folks land in secret, they notified no one. They cut through that land with machinery, set stakes, drove metal posts so deep they cannot be removed. It was followed by a delegation of MDC officials out of both West Plains and Jefferson City, telling the landowners that they could no longer use any of the land on the other side of their stakes for any purpose. They were told the MDC was going to tear down the existing fences, build new ones and CHARGE THEM HALF THE COST OF THE WHOLE PROCESS.

It could work just fine if these small landowners, Ozark people who do not have a great deal of money, just agreed. They didn’t, and they are going to try to go to court to reclaim their land, on the basis they and their ancestors have maintained those fences as true boundaries since 1938, when the original survey was done. Unlike the MDC, they paid for their land.

If this case was heard in court by a jury of Ozark citizens, it wouldn’t last thirty minutes, and the MDC would be sent to pack up their posts, stakes and signs with their tails between their legs. As it is, a judge will likely decide it. I think most judges are men of integrity and fairness, but I also know this…. The Missouri Department of Conservation has so much money and power, there isn’t a judge in the state they cannot meet with behind closed doors. The Smiths, the Hewitts and the Drakes have no such power. They shouldn’t be having to spend what will amount to several thousand dollars to keep land which they have paid for, maintained and owned for many many years. All these folks were born and raised in the area.

The Smiths and Deanna Hewett remember Richard Massengill, and they say he would roll over in his grave if he knew what was happening. He left his wife Jean a home and 75 acres next to the 200 he left the MDC. Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Hewett say she was constantly badgered by the MDC to give them the rest of the land, and she eventually became so angry and perplexed with it all she sold the land to someone else and moved to St. Louis, just to get them off her back. I am trying to find her and get her side of the story as well.

Another landowner on another side of the Massengill tract lives out of state and may not know anything at all about the new survey. It is likely that the MDC now has a large chunk of his land staked out as well. I called Asst. Director Tim Ripperger in the main office of the MDC at Jefferson City on Friday morning, and he said he knew nothing about this. He said he would look into it and get back in touch with me and I am waiting to see if they might just change their minds, do what is right and rescind all this, now that people know about. I have heard nothing from him as of this time on Monday morning.

If anyone doubts this account, they can go see it all for themselves. The Massengill tract is now the Massengill Conservation Area, and it well marked off of Highway W, which runs east off of Highway 95, twelve miles south of Mt. Grove.

There will be no other stories about this anywhere, due to the power and influence of the MDC. It is always that way, and it enables them to do pretty much anything they want to do. But when Missourians find out what they are doing, it scares them. Casting a light on their activities can bring about the repeal of the 1/8th cent sales tax they exist on.

There will be several photos of the area and people involved and the survey stakes and the existing fence on my website, www.larrydablemontoutdoors.blogspot.com. Please look at them.

This week, a newsletter going out to 2000 members of our newly formed organization, Common Sense Conservationists, is being printed, and it will be quickly mailed when the printing is complete. The printing and postage is being paid for by money we collected at meetings around the Ozarks last winter, in Mtn. Grove, Houston, Warsaw, Eldorado Springs, Owensville, Cuba, Nevada and many other small communities. If you are not a member of our group, and you want to see this newsletter, send me a couple of stamps and I will mail one to you.

I want to see county groups which branch off of this organization formed this coming fall and winter. I hope you will help, and become involved. The Hewetts, the Smiths and the Drakes never dreamed they would be in such a situation, almost helpless against this huge agency with so much money and power they run over people. You could be in their shoes someday…with no voice but ours… Common Sense Conservationists. Just send an address and two stamps… to CSC, Box 22, Bolivar, Mo. 65613. E-mail me at lightninridge@windstream.net