The Bear Hunter's Paradox

Bears intrigue me.  They're intelligent, amazing, beautiful wild creations.  It amazes me how quietly they can move through the nastiest, thickets, tree strewn woods with barely a sound, and appear like apparitions right before your very eyes.  In fact, if you asked me what my favorite Big Game is I would tell you it's the Black Bear and the reasons are endless. The Paradox lies in the fact that I'm a huge fan of Ursus Americanus, but yet I have a goal like all bear hunters that enter the woods, and it's to destroy, and take the life of one of these magnificent creatures. For those of confused by this "heartless primordial endeavor" let me explain. You may soon see why I don't consider it to be either of those things.  In my life, hunting is basically religion.  Hunting gives me purpose, and it gives me reason to keep moving forward--Maybe tomorrow!  Without the hunt, I would lose my identity.  Hunting has given me more great memories with family and friends then I could ever ask for, not to mention some of the best home cooked meals I've ever feasted on. It's the pursuit, the brotherhood, the hard work and the lessons learned fused together with some of my highest highs and lowest lows, that lead to some of the best experiences, in my opinion, that any human could ever have.  Humans are wired to hunt and one simple fact remains--Life Feeds on Life. Sure, one can purchase meat at the store, all tidy and clean-wrapped up and ready for consumption- but they are still guilty of murder by proxy. Just because one doesn't do the dirty work doesn't mean their hands are free of the blood spilled that created the meal they're about to eat.  I like to make it more personal.  I'm going to be the one to take this animal's life and then celebrate its unwanted sacrifice by enjoying its delicious organic flesh all year long. It has nothing to do with my opinion or your opinion of right and wrong but rather an acceptance on my part that certain things are simply what they are. I did not create the game of life and death and its intricate rules, nor do I have any authority to stop doing those things which I find to be a completely natural act.  It is what it is, and I choose to participate.  This is why I love hunting bears.  My license and tags along with millions of other hunters goes towards the protection and conservation of these great and noble beasts.  It is us "The Hunters" who spend the time and the money to pursue these wild things that undoubtedly ensures there will still be wild things for generations to come.  So the next time some ant-hunting propaganda crosses your path about how bear hunting is unnecessary and cruel, or it's simply a sport filled with testosterone laden, pride filled, blood thirsty backwoods freaks, please do think again.  It's a way of life for us bear hunters.  It's the meat we put in the freezer and the rug we put on the wall.  It's the close encounters and the near misses; it's the feeling that comes from staring into the eyes of such a wild creature only steps away and it's the outsmarting all of their senses on their own turf that creates the ultimate experience. It's as natural as taking a deep breathe or trying to perpetuate our species.  Like I stated before, the Black Bear is my favorite big game animal. I love seeing them in the woods, I love knowing they are there, and I love to hunt them yet I know what that ultimately means for at least one bear if I'm lucky.  This is the bear hunter's Paradox. However, it's something I'm willing to live with, and will continue to accept, and celebrate, until the day comes when I can enter "The Bear Woods" no more.  May that day be many more years and many more wonderful memories from today.

The Do It Yourself European Mount

If you've had a successful year of hunting elk or deer then here is one handsome option to consider if you want a tedious but very rewarding do it yourself project. The process is actually pretty simple and requires only a few basic supplies. Not to mention it will save you enough money to go buy a couple more boxes of ammo for the next years season. Here at Backwoods Views we believe firmly in showing are quarry the respect they deserve. Not only do we utilize all of the meat, but we like to tan the hides, and top it off with a mount to display. Some think mounts are morbid but we have no time for irrational thinkers. We outdoorsman consider them a way to honor the animal's life, and a way to remember our backwoods adventure.

Tools Needed:

1. A Sharp knife to skin the head. (Take your time and try not to cut into the skull or leave marks)

2. A Turkey Deep Fryer for boiling the skull (Takes about 4 hours or until the Jaw falls off easily)

3. A board, dowel or rod to keep the bucks antlers above the water

4. A coat hanger for scraping out the brains and a small toothbrush

5. A needle nose pliers for pulling off meat

6. A couple pairs of rubber or latex gloves to avoid getting burned by the Peroxide.

7. A pair of safety goggles is also a good idea. (Just use caution while applying the gel.)

8. A bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide 40 volumizer creme (can be purchased at a beauty supply store)

9. A turkey basting brush to spread the Peroxide gel on the skull. (make sure to get into all all the small spaces.)

10. A plaque (French Provincial Style--purchased at Michael's for 14 bucks.)

11. A stain of your choice for the plaque and a brush to apply it. (I used Minwax Special Walnut # 224 )

12. Some mounting Hardware (If the method on the video isn't the way you want to do it you can use picture frame wire and some small eyelet screws and twist it tight on the back of the plaque to hold the skull secure) This is one option but not as stable as the toggle bolts like used in the video link below)

13. An etched name plate...costs about 8-12 dollars at any local trophy engraving shop.

14. And finally a place to hang it on the wall when you're finished along with a few friends and family members to admire your fine "do it yourself trophy."

I followed the instructions provided in the link below. This video is great and should give you the confidence you might need to give it a try. Check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8giuo_YJ57k
(*this video has no affilliation with the Backwoods Views Journal*)

I couldn't be happier with the results. The only difference between the video, was the way I mounted the skull to the plaque, and also that I didn't use the liquid hydrogen peroxide but rather the gel. I just carefully brushed it on the skull after wrapping the bases of the antlers with plastic wrap and tape to ensure I didn't bleach them. I only left the peroxide 40 gel on for a little over 3 hours and then rinsed thouroughly with hot water. After about a 1/2 hour I rinsed it again to make sure to get the rest of the peroxide gel off that had drained out of the skull into the nasal area after the first rinsing. I then put it in a safe place and let it dry overnight. *Remember it will whiten even more as it dries* I figure my total cost per mount was around $20.00 and the results are priceless. Give it a try and see what happens. Here are the results of my first attempts at a European Mount. I think they turned out great and the best part is, I did it myself, and so can you. Take it slow, enjoy the process, and learn as you go. Here is the End Result....Not bad huh? Now it's Your turn.

Ice Fishing North Idaho--Chris Macklin

Well it's that time of the year when many folks huddle up next to a warm wood stove, crank the heaters, wrap up in a blanket, and curse the cold weather. On the other hand, it's also that time of year when people like myself, who love all the seasons and what they have to offer, get very excited. Now I'm not saying I truly enjoy feeling like a human popsicle or losing the feeling in my fingertips throughout the day, but I do whole heartidly enjoy pulling fish through a hole in the ice. A little bit of shivering and numbness is a small price to pay for the scenic beauty, and the tasty meal that usually follows a good day of ice fishing. North Idaho has numerous lakes that freeze over, and this year we've had some nice cold streaks that have locked in many of the smaller lakes providing a solid platform to fish on. Ice fishing is a relatively inexpensive pastime to get involved in. All you need is a fishing license, a hand powered ice auger, a couple ice fishing poles, some ice fishing jigs, some bait, an ice scoop, some warm clothes, a chair or bucket, and a sled to pull all of your gear. Now these things aren't truly necessary for the first timer as you can just take a wooden dowel or stick and find a hole that has been recently fished and re-open it. Mind you I said recently fished. You can also use a regular fishing pole though it will set you back quite a ways from the hole and can be cumbersome. Last you can just carry your gear if you don't want to purchase a sled. I however think it's a bit more enjoyable if you just buy a few basics and set yourself up for a better experience. Also, it is wise to let somebody know where you're planning on fishing, and you should absolutely do some research on ice safety and basic ice fishing techniques before you head out. Any local sporting goods store or tackle shop will be more than happy to set you up with the needed gear and let you know where the fishing has been best. It's also very important that you check out the regulations regarding ice fishing to avoid any problems with your local Fish and Game. Don't be afraid to stop into the local office and ask them any questions you may have. They're there to help, and they'll be the best resource on where to go. http://fishandgame.idaho.gov/cms/fish/ Another great way to find out more about ice fishing is visit the lake and talk to somebody that's already fishing. Most sportsman are friendly folks and are happy to share some tips and will even direct you to a spot on the lake that might produce some fish. A couple important things to remember about ice fishing. While it is a relatively safe method of fishing a little common sense will go a long way in ensuring it stays that way for you and your family. Simply put--There's no fish in this world worth losing your life over. As with any other sport or hobby it is your responsibility to be prepared, and to know what safety precautions should be followed. Here's a great link to check out regarding ice fishing and ice safety-- http://www.nodakoutdoors.com/ice_fishing_safety.php Here also is a great video to watch before heading out. http://www.yukonman.com/cold_water.asp The first time out on the ice is always an adventure and can be a bit unnerving if you've never done it before. Once you've done it a few times you'll become a bit more comfortable and not so weary. Just remember being complacent is never a good idea and you should always expect the best but be prepared for the worst. You should note that even in the dead of winter with 12" of ice on the lake you may hear some popping or cracking. This is normal and often times there is a top layer of ice that has been thawed and refrozen and it too might make some cracking noises. If there are people all over the lake then your probably good to go as long as you're prepared and aware that there is really no such thing as 100% safe ice--then again tell me one activity that is 100% safe. If it's been 40 degrees for the last week and there's nobody on the ice you may want to reconsider your outing and find something else to do. Better safe than sorry. So my fellow Idaho residents. If you've been sitting around the house this winter and the kids are saying "I'm bored" and your starting to feel the "cabin fever" setting in then you should definitely give ice fishing a try. If you live in the north land and it's been below freezing for a stretch, then you can mark my words that somebody is out there catching fish and truly enjoying what life in the north country has to offer. Good luck and don't forget the snacks, the hot cocoa or coffee, a bucket to put your fish in, and a camera to capture the memories. Be safe and good fishing!

5 Tips to Increase Your Success For High Country Mule Deer--By Jason Verbeck

It's getting to be that time of the year again; the weather is hot outside, there are blossoms on the apple trees, and the high country mountains are green, filling the bellies of Mule Deer bucks with the vital nutrients needed to grow dark, heavy and wide antlers that fill my dreams at night. However, it is also the time of the year that in my opinion is the most vital part of ensuring your success of harvesting a mature mule deer in the fall. With their red summer coats and sensitive velvet antlers, mule deer bucks stand out from miles away. By the beginning of July, their new horns will be large enough to estimate the potential they will have come fall.
Mule Deer hunting to me is more than just a passion; it'd be better defined as an obsession. Many whitetail hunters believe mule deer are not as smart as whitetail. I can understand this, if you're goal is a three point, or maybe even a small four point. However, there is a reason that 80 percent of mule deer bucks that reach age of five years old will die of old age. Simply put, they inhabit some country that most don't dare approach. If you are up for the challenge, I've developed five key components that will set you up for a shot at success in the high country come fall when most of these magnificent animals go back to being the "Grey Ghost" that they are referred to by hunters.
I am sure you've read it in almost every magazine out there, but the more amount of time you can afford to scout, the greater your odds are for success. One thing you may not read however is when in search of the majestic Mule Deer it really does you little good to start scouting before the first few weeks of July. Anytime sooner than the that and the deer you see will more than likely still be working their way back up to their summer grounds. Though, there are always things you can do to increase the odds of success, even from your computer at home.

STUDY

Before I head out into the field, I spend a great deal of time looking at maps, talking to local
biologists, reading their annual reports, and studying Google Earth and other similar programs on my computer. I look over the areas I already know, and look back at spots from years past where I've documented seeing smaller bucks that might have had some time to grow. However, I also make it a point to search for two or three new areas that I believe have the potential to hold some bucks. The more time one spends scouting and hunting mule deer, the easier it becomes to recognize the areas that will hold them. Personally, I look for three things: A) Benches with good forage and cover. Ones which are at least halfway up a hill and hold escape routes in both directions; tend to consistently hold animals. B) Open basins, with finger ridges that hold timber. Bucks love to bed above their food sources in order to keep an eye out for danger from below. C) Lastly, rim rock cliffs seem to be a magnet for mature bucks. Keep in mind that the biggest mule deer bucks aren't always in the furthest, most remote areas you can find. When looking at maps, look for places others might overlook, Canyons that don't hold any roads or hiking trails are definitely worth a closer look. I also make it a point to check out all areas of the high country that burnt 2 to 3 years prior, as these areas will have a more nutritional foods source, and tend to be a "honey hole" for Mule Deer.

SCOUT PROPERTY

The most important piece of advice I have about scouting is to make sure to be set up at the highest point possible right at daylight to glass. Start by quickly glassing the open areas for obvious signs of movement. After that glass the eastern facing hillsides for the first 30 minutes of daylight, as the sun rises and then switch over to the western facing slopes as they will still have shadows and deer will stay feeding up to an hour longer. In the afternoons do the exact opposite of the morning, look over the eastern facing slopes first and then switch to the western facing slopes for the last 30 minutes of daylight. Most of the animals you see will be within the first half hour of daylight. It is very important to be set up and ready to glass before daylight. With the heat of summer many of the bucks will stay bedded in the shade until dark. Most of these bucks will never be seen if you are looking up or straight across at them. I can't stress enough the importance of being at the highest point and to make sure you arrive before daylight. In the evenings stay until it is completely dark, as you will see more mature bucks in the first five, and the last five minutes of daylight, than you will the entire rest of the day.

KEEP A JOURNAL

I recommend keeping a journal of all your scouting trips. I even go so far as to make notes when looking at maps and topographical computer programs. It will also come in handy during the slow parts of the day to jaunt down quick ideas that come to your head, or sign you may see. There is never an unsuccessful scouting trip, even though some will not be as productive as others you will still be in beautiful country and crossing off sections of the map and narrowing the search for one of those trophy bucks that manage to be seen in the wintering grounds year after year. Though, you will certainly remember every mature buck you come across. You're not near as likely to remember a smaller buck. Bucks in the high country tend to use the same areas year after year and this may be a deer you'll want to check out in 2 or 3 years down the road.

TEST YOUR EQUIPMENT

Scouting trips are also a great time to test out your equipment. Make sure it is comfortable, fits properly, and keep track of what gear you use and other things you wish you had, so you can add them the next time. Make sure to take all your equipment and test it out, before the hunt. Things in low land day hunts that cause inconveniences have the potential to be fatal on a wilderness hunt. I have seen far too many people show up for a week long wilderness hunt with a brand new pair of hunting boots that they are breaking out of the box for the first time.

GET IN SHAPE

The last piece of advice and probably the most crucial to having an enjoyable hunt is to get in shape. I suggest that anyone who plans on hunting the high country come fall start a workout program at least 6 weeks out. Personally, I start 10 to 12 weeks out. Cardio and weight training should be done at least 3 times per week, and it is very important to keep mixing up your exercises up to ensure your muscles do not get used to the workouts. The last few weeks before the hunt, I recommend going on some hikes with a backpack equal in weight to what you will be packing into the back country. It isn't so much the first couple days of the hunt that will bother you if you haven't put in the work, but by the end of the hunt where you will be tired and not be able to keep hunting hard all day and that could potentially blow your once chance at success. These high country mountains can be very tough on a person's body and mind. So make sure to put in the work before the season starts. Crossfit.com's workout of the day is a great place to get started if you are unsure about what kind of workout plan would be best. They have some challenging workouts. Make sure to eat healthy as well. Think of food as fuel for your body, and give it only the best fuel available. If anyone would like advice or help setting up a workout, or have questions in general. Please feel free to shoot me an email at verbeckhunting@hotmail.com.

To book a hunt with Jason visit: http://www.okanoganoutfitters.com/

We've got a Winner! Team Backwoods Views ATV Raffle

Congratulations to John Gonzales of Coeur d' Alene Idaho! John's winning ticket was the lucky one of a thousand tickets. I called him shortly after midnight to tell him the good news. He definitely deserves it! I want to sincerely thank everybody that participated in the First Annual Team Backwoods Views ATV Raffle. It wouldn't have happened without the efforts of those of you that bought and sold tickets, nor would it have ever come to fruition without the help from our wonderful team sponsors, friends and family. I want to thank Jeff at A to Z Rental in Hayden Idaho. Jeff gives a lot back to the community and our fundraiser was no exception. Jeff's the man. He could have charged me an arm and a leg for all the times I borrowed their utility trailer but he didn't charge me a dime. (If you need to rent equipment go see Jeff ) I also want to thank Walmart, The Cabin Restaurant (the girls at the Cabin sold over 100 tickets), The River Run Bar in Stanton North Dakota, Wildlife Creations Taxidermy, River City Yamaha, The Sleep Inn Hotel in Post Falls Idaho, Post Falls Theater, The Nelson Family, The Macklins, Big Al's, The Pit Stop, Buddy Hartman, Josh Shelton, Ron Peterson, My Family, The River Run Bar in Stanton North Dakota (Over 80 tickets sold), Wildlife Creations, Wholesale Sports, Office Depot of Coeur d' Alene, Marie at the Sundown Saloon, Upscale Mail of Post Falls, the Relay for Life Committee, and finally a big Team Backwoods Views salute to everybody that made this fundraiser a success. Congratulations John. Enjoy your new Yamaha Grizzly 450.

God Bless,

Chris Macklin

Team Captain Backwoods Views

"Outdoorsmen Against Cancer"

Rocky Mountain Promotions

I wanted to personally thank Terri with Rocky Mountain Promotions for letting Team Backwoods Views set up at the Gun Show over the weekend at the Kootenai County Fairgrounds. We sold 30 tickets for the 2010 Grizzly 450. I met some very nice folks at the show, and look forward to meeting up with them again down the trail. To everyone that bought a ticket-- we wish you luck and God Bless. If you'd like to attend one of Rocky Mountain Promotions fine gun shows you can visit them at: www.rockymountainpromos.com
Thank Everybody
Sincerely,
Team Backwoods Views (Kicking Cancer's Ass one fundraiser at a time!)

Writers Wanted.

Here at The Backwoods Views Journal we're looking for great hunting stories, tips, pictures, and recipes. Submit your stories today to Chris@backwoodsviews.com By e-mailing us your submission you give The Backwoods Views Journal permission to post and share your story. However being the honest folks we are, if you decide you want it removed you can just e-mail us and we'll gladly remove your submission, no questions asked. As of now, we can't afford to pay for submissions, but it's a great way to get your writing out to the public. As we grow so will the opportunities for those who help The Backwoods Views Journal take flight. We would like writers who want to have their own segment: Example...Steve's Fishing Tips....or Bill's Country Cooking...Deb's Gardening Tips...Mikes Ammo Corner....etc. We look forward to hearing from you. God Bless. Call Chris if you have any questions. 208-691-2047

High Mountain Hunting Supply

Just recently I discovered a great on-line store. It's called High Mountain Hunting Supply. They have an amazing selection of products and great prices too! They sell everything that any serious outdoorsman or woman would need in the field or at hunting camp. Check them out and let them know you heard about them on The Backwoods Views Journal. They have a growing store in Wenatchee, WA. Visit Kelsey Hilderbrand and High Mountain Hunting Supply today at: https://luvtohunt.com/

Thanks Everybody!

Today was amazing. I set up in front of Walmart (Post Falls, Idaho) around 9:30am to sell raffle tickets for Team Backwoods Views. Thanks to my brother Jesse for helping me get things set up. Thanks to Johna, Joetta, Elizabeth and my mother Jan for bringing me coffee, a pair of gloves and food. I owe you! Also, to my wife Karen for stopping by after work to bring me a warmer coat and to visit. The sun was shining and there was no wind, but I was literally chilled to the bone sitting in the shade for almost 10 hours. (A lot like ice-fishing) The one thing that kept me from leaving was knowing that being cold, tired and slightly hypothermic is of little significance when compared to the pain and suffering a person feels while fighting cancer. It's interesting how many similarities there are between selling raffle tickets and fishing or hunting. Slow for awhile, and then "boom" the action begins. I was impressed by the amount of traffic that rolled through the Walmart parking lot. No wonder they're expanding daily! Honestly, there must have been around a 100 cars per hour that drove by the front door. The day went well, and I met a lot of nice people and had some inspiring conversations with a few of them. Some of the people that bought tickets are dealing with cancer as I write this. Please say a prayer for them! Team Backwoods Views appreciates all of your donations and wishes everybody who entered the best of luck in the raffle. Together we raised $620 towards the fight against cancer. That's something to be proud of. Thank You Thank You Thank You! Remember to tell your family how much you love them and remember cancer won't find a cure for itself!

Silver Lake Openhttp://www.nwtigermuskies.com/

Silver Lake Open (Open to the Public)

May 15, 2010

Hosted By Muskies, Inc.

Northwest Tiger Pac Chapter 57

Only $ 25.00 Entrance Fee.
Limited to the first 25 teams.

Starting positions are based on application submission dates.

Registration will be allowed the day of event pending availability.
Mandatory meeting begins at 06:30am the morning of the event.

Tournament times are 7am-4pm.

We will be staying at the Holiday Inn Express in Cheney, WA.

They have blocked off several rooms at a discounted rate, so make sure to tell

them you're with the "NW TIGER PAC" when you make your reservation.

You can reach the Holiday in at 509-253-1100

The awards ceremony and Raffle will be held back at the Holiday Inn following the tournament.

Good Fishing

Buddy Hartman

President Chapter 57 Muskies, Inc.

First Annual Backwoods Views ATV Raffle

Here at Backwoods Views, we take great pride in our efforts to raise awareness about the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life event. This year Team Backwoods Views is holding our first annual ATV raffle. One lucky person is going to win a 2010 Yamaha Grizzly 450 valued at $6,800.00. The Yamaha Grizzly 450 is one mean machine guaranteed to make getting your next elk, bear, deer or moose out of the woods a much easier task. This quad is being provided by River City Yamaha here in Post Falls. Just south of I-90 on Exit 2. Tickets are only $10.00 and there are only 1,ooo tickets to be sold. So far we've had a great response and the tickets are going fast. All proceeds from this raffle are going to Relay for Life. Tickets can be purchased at these awesome local businesses in Post Falls. --The Cabin Restaurant--The Sundown Saloon--The Sleep Inn Hotel--or at--Big Al's Country Club. The drawing will be held on Friday May 21, 2010 at midnight at the Greyhound Park in Post Falls, Idaho. You do not have to be present to win and your ticket purchase is going to aid in the fight to cure cancer. For information on how you can join the fight against cancer visit www.relayforlife.org/relay/ it's a noble cause and almost everyone has been touched by this devastating disease. Together we can find a cure! You can also get your tickets this Friday March 19, 2010 at the Walmart in Post Falls, Idaho. See you there. I want to once again thank everybody who's been involved. You're making this too easy!

In Tow--In Terror

A few years back, my good friend Josh and I decided to head north of Sandpoint Idaho in pursuit of a nice Mule Deer Buck. The season up there runs from Nov 1st through the beginning of December, and there are some dandy bucks if you can get to them, or know where to find them. (I’ve seen pictures) In order to get to the spot we wanted to hunt we had to cross a well known creek called Lightning Creek. When we approached the flowing wonder that spanned about 30 yards across there was a pickup parked at the waters edge right in front of us. The water was about 4 feet deep in the center, but the pickup in front of us made it without any problems. We hesitated for a brief moment and then followed successfully pushing our way across through the ice cold water, laughing as the stream boiled over the hood of the Toyota. We thought we were pretty smart making it across the creek. Now we had a plethora of land available to hunt. Only the brave or stupid would attempt to cross the torrent stream and our competition would be stuck hunting on the other side. We had it made! We drove quite a few miles towards a lookout tower and then got into the snow. We had our first close call of the day when we broke through the hard snow almost getting stuck. Luckliy, we were able to back down the mountain for a mile and got turned around. We headed back down to some lower country and spent the day hiking around looking for Mr. Muley. However, Mr. Muley decided not to partake in our games and never made an appearance. Josh and I agreed we’d had enough of the rain and the cold, and with the long drive back to town looming we headed for home. Josh started up the Toyota and drove down to the water’s edge. I prepared the video camera so we’d have something exciting to show off later—it’s a guy thing. Little did we know that our uneventful day of hunting was about to become more of an event than we’d like. The Toyota grudgingly pushed the water out of the way as I videoed and whooped and hollered. As we bounced out of the creek, onto the shore, the truck died. The Toyota must have been thirsty because she gulped up gallons of that ice cold water as we crossed. The mountains were eerily silent. The look on Josh’s face was priceless. “****!!” (fill in the blank with your favorite four letter word). I laughed because it was one of those moments where you know you’re up “Lightning Creek with an elk turd for a paddle.” I suppose it was easier for me to laugh because I wasn’t the one making the truck payments. Luckily for us, some other hunters showed up and they were kind enough to tow us back Clark Fork. Now being towed isn’t so bad, but being towed by a couple of country boys on a mountain road, in the rain, brings a whole new meaning to the term ‘in-tow’. If we would have had a sign on the back of the Toyota it would have been in big flashing neon letters and read-- ‘IN TERROR’. Josh focused on the road, and I said a couple of prayers while we wisped down the mountain, me glancing periodically over the bank into the trees wondering how well they’d hold us, if we ended up going over. We made it back to Clark Fork, thanked the guys for the tow, and then started making phone calls. We hung around the local gas station for more than an hour until his cousin arrived to assist us. Once again we were being pulled down the road ‘in-terror’. We’d survived the mountain road, but now we were on the highway. We had no lights, no wipers, no power, and it was almost dark and still raining hard. Josh stared through the sheets of water on the windshield straining to see the taillights on his cousins pickup. There’s nothing quite like being towed 60 mph down the highway with no visibility, no power steering, and forget about the brakes. I once again went back to praying. It was quickly turning from a long day to a very long day. Anybody who spends time in the woods knows how tired one gets after getting up early, driving for hours, and then spending the day hunting. That’s exhausting on a good day. We were haggard, and jonesing for this day to end. The highlight came when Josh’s cousin stopped as we turned onto the gravel road. “You guys keep an eye out. There’s a lot of deer in these fields. If I see something I’ll stop and you guys can shoot it.” We laughed at the absurdity of the day and thought about how great of a story we could tell if we got a chance at a deer after all we’d been through. We finally made it to his cousin’s house, and waited patiently for his mother to drive up from Rathdrum to pick us up. On the drive home I couldn’t help but imagine what his mother wanted to say. “So why did you guys drive across the creek?” “Well ummm well. We saw another guy do it and thought we could too."“Oh I see. So if somebody jumped off a bridge would you? Well would you?” “Bridge? Did you say bridge?” Now that’s a heck of an idea.

The Greatest Gift of All

Now this article is going to sound like somebody paid me to write it, but I swear on the Holy Bible they didn't. I just wanted to give credit where credit is due. About 10 years ago, my father bought me a Leatherman for Christmas. I thought it was a great gift because it was something I could use. Every outdoorsman I know owns a Leatherman or two, and if they don't they're missing out. Leathermans are wonderful tools, and I carry mine with me whenever I go fishing, hunting, plinking or make a run to the dump. It's just an excellent all around tool. I keep the one my father gave me, right inside my front door in a special place where I can always find it. Like a trusty friend it waits for my call. In fact while writing this article I looked up to make sure it was still there, and much to my surprise it wasn't. I checked the top of the piano where I lay my wallet and 9mm pistol. I started to go into that panic mode where your mind starts racing and your trying to remember the last place you used that object you're feverishly searching for. Then I laughed. I looked over towards the laptop and the there it sat. The Leatherman was right next to the Toshiba I have been typing on. The reason my Leatherman was sitting next to the computer was simple. It's my birthday and I'm enjoying a few Spaten Optimators. A delicious German dark beer that's been around since 1397. Wow, a beer that's been around for centuries. The Leatherman has assisted me in opening the last couple of Optimators, which in turn, helped me forget that I was using the Leatherman in the first place. Good things stick around. I'm sure the Leatherman, just like the delicious Spaten Optimator, will be around for centuries to come. My leatherman has gutted fish, cut ropes, crimped chains, and pulled nails. My Leatherman has helped me sight in my hunting rifles, cut fishing line and even removed the hooks from many a Northern Pike's mouth. To state the obvious--It really is the perfect compliment to any man's belt. This summer I almost lost my trusty friend. I was shore fishing at Fernan Lake, near Coeur d' Alene Idaho, and I had parked the Jeep at one of my favorite turn outs, on the east side of the lake. I popped the back hatch open so I'd have easy access to my tackle box for quick lure changes, until I figured out what the fish were biting on. Well somewhere during the tackle changes, I left my Leatherman on the bumper of the Jeep. I finished fishing and drove home. Lucky for me the Jeep has a ridged bumper that magically holds things you leave on it. I made a right turn as I approached my house and I heard a weird clanging sound on the pavement. "What was that?" I thought to myself. "Must have run over a piece of metal or something?" I got home, unpacked my fishing gear, and then went to the Jeep to grab my Leatherman. It wasn't there. "Oh crap! I must have left it on the bumper." I was bummed. There's no way it could have survived the ride home on my bumper. Not on that road with it's multiple twists and turns. I couldn't believe it. After all these years my Leatherman was gone."Not my favorite tool. Not the one my Father gave me 1o years ago." Then it hit me. "That sound! That metal clanging sound I heard was probably my Leatherman." That's right, I had left it on the bumper of the Jeep. I drove down the block and there it was. My favorite tool sitting in the middle of the road waiting like an abandoned child for somebody to save it. My heart was relieved. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. "It's just a Leatherman!" Oh but it's not. This tool holds special meaning to me. It's the one my father gave me for Christmas 10 years ago, not to mention it's been a real friend for the past decade. I was relieved to find it, and promised myself to be more careful with my little friend. If you, or anybody you know is looking for the perfect gift to give this coming Christmas remember the Leatherman. Any Leatherman tool is a real joy to own, and there's a reason you don't find them at garage sales or second hand stores. If you do, snatch it up quickly. The Leatherman is simply the perfect tool, and a real asset to any man's arsenal of tools that make life more bearable.

Try Our Rub "Backwoods Blend"

Master Chef Mark Freber, owner of the "The Fresh Spice Market," has designed and put together a magnificent blend of herbs and spices especially for us here at Backwoods Views. This "Backwoods Blend" is 100% natural just like the wild game you'll be preparing and is guaranteed to make your taste buds quiver with delight. Give our "Backwoods Blend" a try and you'll be amazed at the flavors you've been missing. Great as a rub or for marinating. You can call Mark or Heather at (208) 704-4596 and they will be glad to fill your order. Make sure you let them know that you learned about our spice on The Backwoods Views Journal for a 20% discount on your order. TRY IT--YOUR FAMILY OR CUSTOMERS WILL THANK YOU!
"The Fresh Spice Market" is open Monday through Saturday 10am until 5pm Pacific Time. If you're passing through Post Falls, Idaho stop by and tell them Chris at Backwoods Views sent you. The store is located at 615 East 6th Street Suite E--right next to Walgreens on Seltice way. (Visa and Mastercard are accepted.)

The Young and The Elderly

Some of the best memories I have, and I do mean memories, are taking my 7 year old nephew fishing, as well as my 82 year old Grandmother. I stress the word memories because, looking back, it's easy to see the beauty and pleasure in such fine day spent with family. However, a day on the water with the young or the elderly isn't always such an easy task, and I do have to admit my patience has been tested on more than one occasion. Don't get me wrong I love my nephew like he was my own, and Granny and I are the best of friends. Make no mistake, it takes a special kind of demeanor (which I often lack) to teach the young and re-teach the elderly. I laugh now thinking about the day my nephew fell into the lake after I'd already warned him multiple times to stay away from the edge. He slipped onto his butt and rolled into the frigid April water. It was shallow, but it sure woke him up. I snatched him from the water as quickly as he'd entered, and then came that primitive sound that breaks the serenity of any spring outing. He cried loud enough to draw in any predators making their residence in the woods for miles around. I quickly got his wet clothes off, and wrapped him in a blanket. Our little adventure was over as soon as it had begun. I assured him he would be alright, shook my head, fired up the old Ford, cranked the heater, and we were homeward bound.

Now Granny, she's a different story. She used to be a fishing fool. I know this because I've heard stories. Lots of them. In fact I think I've heard the same stories at least a dozen times each--possibly more. She still loves to fish, but has a harder time getting around than she did just a few years ago. I usually cast for her, and she reels in the line. I don't get much fishing in but that's okay. I've got plenty of time for that, on my more serious outings. When Granny is with, I spend a significant amount of time baiting her hooks, switching her lures, removing the fish, or untangling the rats nest that seem to form magically on her spool after only a few casts. That's okay though it's the quality time with family that counts. Right? No my friends, fishing with the young or the elderly is not for the faint of heart. The picture above is from a day last spring when I got brave and really wanted to see what I was made of. I brought my nephew and my grandma on the same outing. Let's just say it was an adventure that involved a lot of running back and forth. Yeah, I did cheat a bit by bringing my brother Jesse along as back up. I wasn't quite sure if I was ready to handle it all by myself. Good times were had indeed. If you don't believe me I dare you to try it! Double dog dare you!

Good Intentions Bad Idea!

Here is a picture I took of a guy who had great intentions, but was walking the fine line between helpful and becoming another park statistic. This Bison calf was separated from its mother and this nice gentleman thought he would guide the calf across the road towards its mom on the other side. I watched in disbelief, thinking trouble was just around the corner. He got the calf going the right direction and momma didn't realize what was happening. If she had, I'm thinking this Gent may have been on the next life flight chopper out of there. When visiting a National Park, it's wise to let nature run its course and leave the animals and their survival up to themselves and Mother Nature. A fine example of great intentions and one heck of a BAD IDEA! And no the man is not President Bush Sr.

Solitary friend

Do you know solitude?
The dictionary defines solitude as the
1. state of being alone: the state of being alone, separated from other people, whether considered as a welcome freedom from disturbance or as an unhappy loneliness
2. remoteness: a quality of quiet remoteness or seclusion in places from which human activity is generally absent
3. lonely place: a remote or uninhabited place
When a person spends time in the great outdoors they get to experience all of these definitions and more. Everybody spends time alone; that is a given. It's the lucky that get to enjoy and suffer the unique solitude that only a mother nature can create. When is the last time you went for a walk in the woods alone? When's the last time you've crept up free flowing mountain stream with only solitude as your company? I cherish these moments alone in the mountains. I've walked miles in that vulnerable state of loneliness, and have come to enjoy both the anxieties and the natural highs that come from those experiences. I remember a day when I was elk hunting alone in a dark secluded forest. I focused on the small things to ease the tension that is sometimes felt when walking the woods alone. I noticed the mushrooms, the flowers, and the unique designs of each shape and shadow that lay before me. I listened with intense devotion to the chirping birds and agitated squirrels as I made my way through the woods towards the bottom of a draw I'd never visited. I broke the silence with my cow call and then quickly discovered I wasn't alone after all. No sooner did I finish the last note of my call, when the feeling of solitude was broken and multiplied at the same time. Branches broke and a grunt came from behind me. It was a bull moose following my "cow in estrous" soaked clothing. ( I know spraying oneself with "cow in heat" is not considered a safe practice, but I'll tell you for a fact that it's definitely effective) He made his way towards me and I then had to decide how to deal with that pesky monster. He stepped into the old logging road about 70 yards away staring directly at me. I decided I didn't want to deal with the curious love sick fellow so I climbed up a steep bank into a thicket and watched. He stood there awhile staring down the road while I waited on his next move. He figured out I wasn't moose or a friend and after a few tension filled moments he pushed his way down into the creek bottom below me disappearing for the day. I enjoyed the rush that his presence created for me, and I soaked up the experience cataloging it right next to the other encounters with the might beasts I've known. Solitude yearns to tests your spirit and your fortitude. Solitude longs to teach you to rely on yourself, and most importantly she reminds you of how insignificant you really are in those vast unforgiving places. Head to the woods alone sometime and experience all the pleasures and anxieties that only the woods can create. Sit on a mountain top and admit to yourself that you are small--nothing but an ant in the yard of life. The sheer size of the mountains and trees should make you feel small. When you feel that, you'll understand how lucky we humans are to have loved ones and a warm dinner waiting for us at home. How lucky we are get to sleep in a comfortable bed, and how lucky we are that God above has created such solitary places for us to come to an understanding about our place in this world. We are part of nature! Not just observers like too many of the tree hugging, anti-hunting urbanites feel we should be. They seek shelter in the cities, with their friends, fashionable trends, and other easy to come by distractions and gadgets. They attempt to run, scrape, and scramble--desperate to escape from the true meaning of life. Go ahead and run. Run till you can run no more--but realize that your attempts are futile. Loneliness always wins. She knows no bounds. I suggest you face her. Get to know her moves, and embrace her like a trusted friend; though she may be your enemy. Solitude is the outdoorsman's teacher. She forces us to accept the things that are out of our hands. She urges us to see that God is in command and to get to know him. Solitude will teach you to appreciate those powerful and memorable days spent with the ones you love. Solitude can't hurt those who know the power of love, family, and faith. When your content with yourself, Solitude quickly becomes a welcome friend. but only after you've learned how to stop running from her. Face her, open your arms, and give her what she wants. A slow dance.

Montana Meatball Stew

Here's a dandy right from the ranch.
The perfect meal on a cold winter's night.

Ingredients:
--1 and 1/2 lbs. freshly harvested venison
--1 cup soft bread crumbs
--1/4 cup finely chopped onions
--1 egg beaten
--1 tsp salt
--1/2 tsp butter
--1/4 tsp thyme
--2 tbsp cooking oil
--1 (10.5 0z) can of tomato soup
--1 (10.5 oz) can of beef broth
--4 medium potatoes peeled and quartered
--4 carrots cut into 1 inch cubes
--8 small onions coarsely chopped
--2 tbsp chopped parsley

Cooking Instructions:

Combine first 7 ingredients shape into 24 meatballs.
Brown meatballs in oil over medium heat making sure not to burn them
Remove from oil as they brown. Combine tomato soup and beef broth in large saucepan
along with potatoes, carrots and onions.
Bring to a boil then cover and simmer about 30 minutes or until vegetables are tender.
stir in parsley and serve.

Serve up with bread sticks and your favorite brew. Curl up by the fire
and dream of tomorrow's hunt.

Simple Backwoods Jerky

Grab 2 lbs. of ground Venison from your meat cache
Place the venison in large glass bowl
1 tsp of Liquid Smoke--or as much as you see fit.
Add enough Worcestershire Sauce to make the meat moist but don't over do it.
2 to 3 tbsp of Soy Sauce.
cover with garlic powder or fresh minced garlic (not garlic salt!!!)
cover with onion powder
sprinkle liberally with favorite season salt--I like Johnny's All purpose or Alpine Touch.
sprinkle with lemon pepper
sprinkle well with black pepper
I like to add a little jalapeno salt for a little kick.
MIX WELL by Hand then cover bowl with plastic wrap.
Let mixture sit overnight.
REMIX before placing in jerky gun or patting out strips--important
Get out your dehydrator and place meat in strips on the racks.
I like rotate the racks after the first couple of hours and flip the jerky strips
I let mine cook overnight but the cooking time will vary and depends on your dehydrator and your preferences.
Note* Use your oven at a lower heat for a few hours if you don't have a dehydrator
This recipe is delicious and virtually impossible to mess up.
You can add other ingredients to the recipe if you like but don't get carried away the salts.
Sit back and enjoy one of life's simple pleasures--fresh homemade jerky.

The Black Ghost

In the fall of 2002, I decided it was time to start hunting Black Bears. I'm not sure why, but I became pretty obsessed with the idea of harvesting such an incredible beast. I began my subscription to Bear Hunting Magazine (which I stil proudly receive today) and began to research and study the mighty Ursus Americanus. It was in September that my brother Jesse and I decided we'd give it a try. We headed east of Coeur d' Alene, Idaho to Fourth of July Pass. There is a never ending supply of National Forest lands to hunt, and we thought we might walk some old logging roads and stir something up. We drove about 5 or 6 miles north of I-90 and found what looked to be a suitable location for a walk. We left the vehicle around 3 pm and slowly made our way down the dark and lonely logging road. There were thimbleberries growing thick on the sides, and down to our left was a dark cedar forest. I had a strange feeling about that place. I could almost sense something in our presence. As we rounded a corner, not more than 500 yards from our starting point my brother and I thought we heard a whining noise. It was similar to the tones of the nasal voiced Bob Dylan mixed with a lamb. Whaaa, Whaaaa. Hmmmm? "There's something here!" I said to my brother. I looked up the hill and said "This spot is dark and looks like perfect bear territory." "There's got to be a bear around here somewhere." Just then it happened. There was a huge crash and thump as a creature came out of tree. It sounded like somebody dropping large rocks to the forest floor. My brother shouted "Bear, Mountain Lion something!" We listened as an animal tore through the woods away from us breaking branches and covering ground. We were then surprised to hear a tremendous woof, chomp, and growl. We knew now that it was a bear, and that it had probably just sent its cub or cubs away and was ready to destroy what ever had interrupted its relaxing evening in the tree. It continued to chomp its teeth, growl and moan from less than 35 yards away. We quickly retreated down the road about 4o yards just in case the bear decided to come at us. I aimed my gun down the old logging road and waited. It was silent. My heart was pumping so hard I thought it was going to pump right out of my chest. Like an idiot I began to imitate a bear cub bawling---whaaa, baugggghh, bauuughh. The bear was silent. We crept up to our original position, picked up some sticks, and tossed them over the thick brush into the dark woods where we'd last heard the animal. Crash! The sticks hit the ground, and the bear erupted into a tantrum of busting brush and growling. It was definitely agitated. I could hear the faint sounds of foot steps as the bear began to move to our left. My brother and I paralleled the bear at 30 yards separated only by a thick line of thimbleberries and impenetrable brush. I found an opening in the trees and raised my 7mm. Right then it happened, my first sighting of a black bear. I was in shock. She was like a big black silent ghost as she passed through my cross-hairs at 30 yards. I didn't pull the trigger. You can't shoot a sow with cubs, and due to the commotion that came from initial encounter we knew there were other bears with her--most likely cubs. Like only an adrenaline fueled rookie bear hunter would do, I wanted to get closer. We crept slowly into the tangled underbrush, guns raised, hearts beating, and eyes scanning. Waiting, at any moment, for the monster to show herself. The woods were silent and getting dark fast. My nerves were rattled and I could no longer handle the tension. We knew the bear was close, but how close? We would soon find out. I shot into the ground a few feet in front of me to scare her off. The brush exploded less than 20 ft away and we heard her rip up the hill heading for safety. What a rush. She was waiting for us. I was charged with adrenaline, and I loved it. As we walked back to the Jeep, my brother and I laughed and talked about the fine adventure we just had. You can't get that from a movie, or a book. You have to live it. It was glorious. After the adrenaline wore off, I thought about how nutty it was that I was bawling like a cub, or that we went into the brush after her. The fact is, we did, which made the outing that much more memorable. That's the best part about bear hunting. They're smart and unpredictable. Though a bear is generally timid and quick to retreat, one just never knows what's going to happen when they enter the domain of the Great Black Ghost--Ursus Americanus. Happy Hunting!