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LAST LOGIN: 10/17/2009 07:20:44
Country! Is there another kind? Ok..so I got a couple in there with a bit more "edge" too. I'm just like that sometimes. Got a request??
Wanna see my profile, but don't like the tunes? Just click pause under the song title. Thanks, enjoy, and welcome to my page.


Run little buck.. Send your Daddy my way..I got somethin' for him!

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Don't really have time to sit down and read much anymore, but I liked reading "Backcountry Bowhunting" and many hunting mags. Oh yeah...and Cabela's Limited Edition Master catalog. Can't forget that.
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Outdoor channel when I get time to actually sit down and relax. (Yeah... like THAT ever happens anymore..)
Any hunting shows, or Primos "Truth" videos. Life revolves around family and hunting.

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A poem about a sniper in Iraq, about what us working snipers do, and how we feel. Written by a military journalist in Iraq. Kind of long, but worth the read:

The sun beat like a hammer, not a cloud was in the sky.
The mid-day air ran thick with dust, my throat was parched and dry.
With microphone clutched tight in hand and cameraman in tow,
I ducked beneath a fallen roof, surprised to hear "stay low."

My eyes blinked several times before in shadow I could see,
the figure stretched across the rubble, steps away from me.
He wore a cloak of burlap strips, all shades of grey and brown,
that hung in tatters till he seemed to melt into the ground.

He never turned his head or took his eye from off the scope,
but pointed through the broken wall and down the rocky slope.
"About eight hundred yards," he said, his whispered words concise,
"beneath the baggy jacket he is wearing a device."

A chill ran up my spine despite the swelter of the heat,
"You think he's gonna set it off along the crowded street?"
The sniper gave a weary sigh and said "I wouldn't doubt it,"
"unless there's something this old gun and I can do about it."

A thunderclap, a tongue of flame, the still abruptly shattered;
while citizens that walked the street were just as quickly scattered.
Till only one remained, a body crumpled on the ground,
The threat to oh so many ended by a single round.

And yet the sniper had no cheer, no hint of any gloat,
instead he pulled a logbook out and quietly he wrote.
"Hey, I could put you on TV, that shot was quite a story!"
But he surprised me once again -- "I got no wish for glory."

"Are you for real?" I asked in awe, "You don't want fame or credit?"
He looked at me with saddened eyes and said "you just don't get it."
"You see that shot-up length of wall, the one without a door?
before a mortar hit, it used to be a grocery store."

"But don't go thinking that to bomb a store is all that cruel,
the rubble just across the street -- it used to be a school.
The little kids played soccer in the field out by the road,"
His head hung low, "They never thought a car would just explode."

"As bad as all this is though, it could be a whole lot worse,"
He swallowed hard, the words came from his mouth just like a curse.
"Today the fight's on foreign land, on streets that aren't my own,"
"I'm here today 'cause if I fail, the next fight's back at home."

"And I won't let my Safeway burn, my neighbors dead inside,
don't wanna get a call from school that says my daughter died;
I pray that not a one of them will know the things I see,
nor have the work of terrorists etched in their memory."

"So you can keep your trophies and your fleeting bit of fame,
I don't care if I make the news, or if they speak my name."
He glanced toward the camera and his brow began to knot,
"If you're looking for a story, why not give this one a shot."

"Just tell the truth of what you see, without the slant or spin;
that most of us are OK and we're coming home again.
And why not tell our folks back home about the good we've done, how
when they see Americans, the kids come at a run."

You tell 'em what it means to folks here just to speak their mind,
without the fear that tyranny is just a step behind;
Describe the desert miles they walk in their first chance to vote,
or ask a soldier if he's proud, I'm sure you'll get a quote."

He turned and slid the rifle in a drag bag thickly padded,
then looked again with eyes of steel as quietly he added;
"And maybe just remind the few, if ill of us they speak,
that we are all that stands between the monsters and the weak."

Michael Marks
January 25, 2006

12/17/2007 02:18:02
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Crazy4Elk Welcome to Crazy4Elk's profile

I'm 41 years old-(but 25 at heart), a serious hunting addict, married to(hellcat4jbvo), we have 3 kids. All of us hunt, shoot bows and guns too.
I'm a Deputy Sheriff, and a sniper on our SWAT team. I'm also a swat sniper instructor for the state. I used to compete in a lot of long range rifle competition, but my true love has become archery and bowhunting again. I'm a sponsored prostaff tournament archer that loves indoor archery, 3D archery, and getting more into field archery now as well. I generally love being in the great outdoors. I Love getting out chasin' animals around, hunting, scouting, and generally living in the woods, and getting my truck and quad as mucked up and dirty as possible. Just love any time I can spend in the woods.
My youngest son is going through chemo for Leukemia, so things are a little busy and hectic around here, and that sometimes limits the time I can spend shooting, competing, and at times even hunting anymore. Having a child with cancer is tougher than you can imagine. Nothing in life is ever the same after the doctor comes in and tells you, "There's no easy way to say this.. your son has Leukemia. We need to start chemo immediately." The black cloud of worry you live under is unimaginable. Please consider donating even a little to the Leukemia/Lymphoma society, to help young kids like ours get the research and treatment for their cancers that they deserve and need. If we don't do it, who will? Trust me.. living this sucks. Just ask our son. http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/hm_lls

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Good luck this year!!!

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Our SWAT Team mantra:
"We stand at the ready at Hell's front door. We are the sharpest, and most potent arrow in the quiver of last resort and upon us hangs the weight of being the final option. When it cannot otherwise be done, we are called. When lives are at stake and the specter of death roams freely, we are put into the fray. We go once more into the breach where others fear to tread. We do what others won't, or can't, and we are allowed no errors. For us mistakes mean death. We must train as if our lives and the lives of others hang in the balance for indeed they truly do. Spend this day and every other seeking perfection in the warrior arts."


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08/31/2009 11:08:18
Hello from Gteam!! Hows everything going?


08/04/2009 14:22:07
Mr. and Mrs. Green

Just dropping by to say "HEY" from the new Mr. and Mrs. Green!!



08/01/2009 15:18:16
Nice page......

Hello
Here is info about the second confirmed wolf pack in Washington.
http://wdfw.wa.gov/do/newreal/release.php?id=jul3109a

Us hunters need to all band together.

I am attending a Fish and Wildlife Commision meeting on Aug 6-8. I would like to ask you to send me a letter concerning the management of wolves in Washington. I will be presenting letters from other sportsmen who are asking for wolves to be managed as soon as the population is delisted.

It is important that sportsfolks have input before the final management plan is adopted later this year. That plan is what we will have to live with into the future.

There is a lot more info on this site and info about what to put in your letter and where to send it:
http://hunting-washington.com/smf/index.php/topic,31129.msg368564/topicseen.html#new

Feel free to contact me for more info.


07/25/2009 14:08:06
happy weekend


03/12/2009 14:09:55
Happy Thursday Pictures, Images and Photos


02/08/2009 23:58:04
Throws a prayer your way.....


12/21/2008 06:36:27
Merry Christmas. Here's to hoping your year was a hunter's success.
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10/18/2008 00:40:34
(Got to have a laugh its the weekend!!)

Two guys go hunting. Jerry has never gone hunting while Joe has hunted all his life. When they get to the northern Wisconsin woods, Joe tells Jerry to sit by a tree and not make a sound while Joe checks out a deer stand. After he gets about a quarter of a mile away, Joe hears a blood-curdling scream. He rushes back to Jerry and yells, "I thought I told you to be quiet!" Jerry says, "Hey, I tried. I really did. When those snakes crawled over me, I didn't make a sound. When that bear was breathing down my neck, I didn't make a peep. But when those two chipmunks crawled up my pants leg and said, 'Should we take them with us or eat them here?' I couldn't keep quiet any more!"


10/07/2008 16:28:05

A guy goes hunting and gets lost in the woods. Remembering the universal distress signal of 3 shots, he fires 3 shots into the air and waits.

After an hour he fires 3 more shots. Another hour goes by and still no one comes to help. Preparing for the next sequence he says to himself,

"I hope somebody comes this time because these are my last three arrows."


doe


09/24/2008 19:24:38

Top five signs you have hired the wrong hunting guide:

5. Your guide blows into big sea shell horn to attract game and a bunch of Vikings show up instead.
4. Your guide is completely outfitted with "Barney" camping equipment.
3. As you close in on a deer, your guide whispers in an Elmer Fudd voice, "Be vehhwey vehhwey quiet."
2. He calls trees by their first names.
And the number one sign you have hired the wrong hunting guide:
1. He is prone to scream, "Run, Bambi, RUN!"





Hope you are having a great week!


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09/16/2008 22:12:43


09/16/2008 14:26:56
Glitter Buck
Hope you had a great weekend! Jeannie got her first deer of bow season on opening day and Jared got a beautiful Velvet 8 point yesterday! How cool is that? We hope your hunting season is just a great as ours!! We hope to have some more stories and some pictures this week! Happy Hunting!!


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09/04/2008 23:45:30
sup homie?


07/09/2008 22:12:08
Thanks for the add!