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Carson Lisowski caught this 21 pound northern pike at Newell Lake near Brooks, Alberta through the ice January 14, 2006. The battle was tough, it was not clear if Carson or the Pike would win. Carson pulled the pike in 3 times and it would run out the line again. Finally Carson prevailed. Not bad for an eight year old, 3rd Grader who is 54" tall. The northern pike was 44" long. Carson is a seasoned pike fisherman and has the ice-fishing technique down, now he is an official member of the "20 pounder" club at age 8. |
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Here is our daughter just getting home from ice-fishing with her dad. They go every weekend since Brianna was 2.
She has been in 5 ice-fishing tourneys and came out a winner in most. These perch were caught at Manatokin Lake. They brought home 18 ranging from 10.5 - 12 inches. Not bad for a 6 year-old. Brianna always has her pail and rod and seems to hog the aqua view while dad drills more holes. Kids can never get up for school, but when the alarm goes at 5:00 am to go fishing, well that's a different story. Brianna is hooked on fishing.
- Rick and Tara Kennedy |
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My name is Robb May and I am 15 years old and this previous hunting season I killed my second ever Whitetail buck and would love it if you would put it on your website.
Here is my story: one morning while my Dad and I were walking along a frozen creek bed we startled a doe out of the bush 100 yards away. Instantly I readied my rifle in case of a trailing buck. When nothing appeared my dad started to call with his grunt tube and after 10 minutes of calling a decent 5 by 5 showed up 100 yards away, but only half his head was in view so I opted to wait for a cleaner shot, but to my disappointment he dashed into the trees. Quickly my dad started using his grunt tube and called him right out in front of us! and with a couple shots of my 300. Winchester Mag. I got my buck.
This is my second ever deer and a milestone in my hunting career, I hope you will put it on your website. |
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My name is Jimmy Rorke and I am 14 years old. I had just recently gotten my Hunter's Education Coarse done and I was eager to go out there and get me my first big whitetail buck. Me and my dad Boomer had only been waiting for about 30 minutes when a good sized 4 x 4 stepped into the clearing. At first I didn't see the deer, but my dad got my attention and I quickly readied my 270, but by the time I had my crosshairs frozen on the kill zone, it had already trotted off into the bush. I was amazed to see that only after 2 rattles of some antlers my dad got him to come back out, and he came out even closer! I steadied my rifle and squeezed the trigger, it was a perfect shot. The deer took 3 steps and I had claimed my first whitetail buck. |
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This is a picture of my son Shaun Clement and his bear he took in Northern Alberta on a bait hunt. This was Shaun's first bear. A 7-footer with a 20-inch skull shot with a .270 from a treestand. Also in the picture is Daryl Meager.
- Randy Clement. |
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The "Big Fish Story"
A beautiful August 1st summer day at the Livingston River fly-fishing, where we had been camping for a few days. On this day we spent most of the day fishing and had caught a number of cutthrouts, but were somewhat puzzled by the lack of action.
Fishing our regular hole where we usually catch much more on average than what we were catching, we decided to rest for awhile and then we made a nice dinner over the campfire. After cleaning up we were standing on a ridge over-looking our fishing hole when we noticed a huge fish circling around. We could not believe the size of this fish. We now realized why we were not catching so many cutthroats!! We quickly suited up and headed down for an evening bout with this giant. I started with some dry flies while my friend used a white bugger streamer. I gave up after not being able to entice this fish to the surface. I moved down to another hole and ended up catching a nice cutty. I packed up and headed up the ridge to the campground. I was about halfway up the hill when I heard a yell "fish on." Looking over the ridge I could see that my friend "Buddy" had actually latched on to the big beast.
After scrambling back down the hill and across the river to where Buddy was, the fish had taken almost all of his line out and was making runs up and down the river. After about 45 minutes of reeling and letting line out and reeling some more, Bud finally managed to tire this big beast out. I got out in the river a little bit to try and get him into my net only to find that he would not fit in it. We finally got him over to the edge and Bud got a hold of him and lifted him to shore.
We measured him off on his rod and got the hook out, took some pics and got him back in the water. He took a few minutes to revive and then he took off and sat in the rapids getting his strength back.
The coolest thing about this fish story was that Bud caught this bull trout that measured off at 30 inches and an estimated 10-12 pounds on his grandfathers five piece bamboo rod with his late fathers reel on it using 4lb test. To boot, this all happened on his 40th birthday!! Happy birthday Bud! I am sure that his grandfather and father were looking down that day with big smiles!
Amazing feeling for Bud to pull this big guy out of a river that we can almost spit across!! Memorable day indeed!
PS. We have been fishing this same hole for a few years and have caught glimpses of larger fish there before but have never really seen any Bulls. On previous trips after ALMOST catching what we thought was a very large fish we affectionately nick-named this invisible elusive large fish "Walter" ...well Bud finally caught "WALTER".
- Neil Stuart and Bud Swan. |
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Here is a picture of Shaun Clements deer (165-inch) killed on November 30, 2006. It was a 110-yard shot with a .270 killed in northern Alberta. The buck was with a doe and did not know that shawn was sitting in the cutblock.
- Randy Clement. |
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Me and my dad went hunting in Edgerton, Alberta and shot this white-tailed buck still-hunting on a cutline. The first morning was -40 C with the wind chill, and we didn't see hardly any deer. The second morning out, the wind died off, and it was perfectly still. After about 3 hours, this buck walked out on the cutline and provided a good broadside shot. Already can't wait till next season.
- Peggie |
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I was walking about deep in the bush with my wife while on a spot-and-stalk for deer. We cut across a quad trail near a small bog and heard crashing in the undergrowth nearby. We stopped with hearts a thunder... bows at full draw, when Junior showed up for a photo-op. He then turned and stopped in his tracks—to his amazement there was two hunters ready to take him home.
In the blink of an eye he jumped back into the safety of his domain. Then about 60 yards or so down he popped back out onto the trail for a drink in a puddle. Unaware of our presence, he then moved to a thicket to have lunch. I then decided to pursue him.
I quietly rounded a bend in the trail searching for that opportunity for a well placed arrow. I only had a window in the trees of about a foot square to shoot. Junior then moved into view of my shooting window. I drew back, let fly and he dropped three feet from where my arrow found its mark.
So now that photo-op with big ears came true! My first bear.
- Gerald Johns |
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This is a photo of myself and the full velvet moose I harvested on September 1/07 about 15 minutes into the hunting season. My hunting partner and I spotted the moose at daybreak but he promptly vacated the immediate vicinity. I opted not to shoot as he was running straight away with a lot of undergrowth in my shooting lane. Rick and I followed his general direction of travel to see if we could spot him again. We didn't walk more than 5 minutes when I spotted him again on the edge of a cut block. Again the moose took off running, but this time broadside with a much clearer shooting path. I fired twice, on the second report of my Browning 300 Win. mag. the big guy crumpled. Turned out that the first shot was lethal but this black beast of the boreal forest took the impact without so much as a flinch. It was the quickest hunt I'd been a part of but none the less exciting. Can't wait to head out for elk in a couple of weeks.
- Raymond Menard |
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Enjoy the magazine a great deal: I've sent you a photo of a 54" bull I harvested on Sept. 27-07 and a photo of another bull I saw on Oct. 6-07. I haven't seen a moose with two drop tines and the rest of the tines he has sticking out quite like this. Both were in the west central area of Alberta. I wish the non typical was a better photo, but it was a quick window of opportunity. Just thought you might like to see that there is still some big moose left out there.
- Kelvin Tataryn |
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This is more just for a laugh for you guys than anything.
My daughter, every time she goes to the washroom picks up the Alberta Outdoorsmen and wants to look at the fish in the magazine while doing her business. She is only two years old but we think this is absolutely hilarious.
- Christian Twomey |
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To all you fathers out there, don't forget to include your children in the sport you cherish. The success of your children a field is equally as rewarding if not more so than that of your own. My daughter Ashley (13), completed the Hunter Education home study course and passed her exam this summer. She proceeded to become a proficient marks-woman with the .243 that I purchased for the kids. After a few cold November mornings and evenings together, she was able to make a clean, one shot kill on this fine young specimen for her first White-tail buck. I think I was more excited about the whole thing than she was. Nevertheless, I'm sure she'll remember and cherish the experience we shared for years to come.
- Raymond & Ashley Menard |
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My name is Matthew Warawa and I am 15 years old. On November12, 2007, in WMU 503 I harvested my first ever whitetail buck. It was my third day of hunting and my father and I were sitting in a brush pile on the edge of a cut hay field. It was a cool crisp evening, and we had been sitting for about an hour and ½ and grunting occasionally. I was looking in my binoculars when I spotted a deer. I couldn’t make out if it was a buck or a doe because my binos kept fogging up. So I asked my dad if he could see what it was, then he looked at me and said it was a buck, a decent 4x4 buck. My heart started to pump hard as I watched him in the scope on my Savage Arms 243. closely. He was working a couple of scrapes and then he jumped up on his back legs and was licking the overhanging branches. Then he started to chase a doe that had walked into the field. My dad gauged the yardage with his rangefinder and said he was around 235 yards away. The young buck continued to show off to the doe by jumping up and licking some more branches. My dad said “let him come closer, he’s working his way over here, you’ll have a better shot”. But right when the buck jumped back on the ground from licking the branches, BANG! He dropped on the spot. The 100 grain bullet had hit him hard. We waited a couple of minutes and started to make our way towards the downed animal. When we were about 50 yards from him, he got up and looked right at me! I quickly got a shell ready and finally downed him for good. It was the most exciting experience I’ve had from hunting so far, it was just amazing. The first buck is always a thrill and I will always remember this hunt and cherish it as much as I can. I would also like to thank my dad for taking me out hunting with him and being outdoors together, it’s a thrill to share that experience with him. This hunting season was just great, I got a buck and my dad got a buck. |
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This mulie was taken the last day of hunting in 2007 near Vauxhall, Alberta. I had met up with my hunting partner, Barry Edwards, who lives in that area and he said there is a buck with a rack full of baling twine they call "The Christmas Tree Buck". This is what we decided to look for. As fortune smiled upon me that morning I saw him about 400 yards away and decided to crawl down a ditch towards him. When I thought I was close enough I worked my way to the top to take a look. There he still stood about 250 yards away—a distance with my 30 06 I am comfortable with. But what I was not comfortable with was now beside him was a larger buck with a very impressive rack—now what. Our plan was to get the Christmas Buck and this is what I did. He's been called Alice Cooper and the buck for Breast Cancer awareness.
The twine he had wrapped around was the very thick kind for large round bales and if he would have got hung up I am not sure if he would have broke through. He may have had a disturbing few months until he lost his antlers.
- Les Krzywy |
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