Bow Hunting Grand Slam 2007
January 8, 2010
By Mac Moad
The first week of October was finally here. The first three days were spent in my favorite stand watching 3 raccoons in which I had named Larry, Curly, and Moe. The mother raccoon was slightly bigger than the two younger ones, and seemed curious to every movement surrounding them. The days here in eastern Oklahoma in October were still in the 80’s with mosquitoes buzzing everywhere. I was wondering if it were still to hot to hunt and questioned myself again over and over. Each day so far, I had hunted morning and evening with only a few does showing up. Read more
Calling Elk Bow Close
December 6, 2009
Whether hunting public or privateland, the fundamentals of calling elk remain the same.
By Michael Waddell
We heard the bull bugle at first light and snuck into his core area. When I hit a lick on my bugle, the bull simply came unglued and stormed our position like a tank, crashing through brush and small lodgepole pines like they were atchsticks. Before we could react he was in our lap and we were pinned down, myself hiding behind a camera, too afraid to even touch the tripod for fear of my shaking hands would run the footage. All I could see of my partner edged against a stunted pine was the tip of his undrawn arrow shaking uncontrollably on the rest. Before a shot presented itself, the bull smelled a rat and disappeared as quickly as he arrived.
November 15, 2009
Picture This: Mac The Dog
My First Deer
December 1, 2007
Saturday, October 4th, 2003, SC – That afternoon, I set out on my second hunt of the day with my guide leading the way. It was only my fourth day ever of serious deer hunting. It was a rough walk through a grown-up clear-cut. We walked through brush that Brair Rabbit wouldn’t have touched! I didn’t mind it though; cause I had a good feelin’ about the hunt. We got to the location where he wanted to setup, and we got our stands hung around the tree. My guide scampers up the tree about as quickly as a one of those pesky squirrels! I, being an inexperienced climber, took to my stand with confidence; because of the feelin’ I’d been having about this afternoon. So, up I went! I had no problems climbing up. I got to the height I needed to be at and as I dug the top seat part of the climber into the tree for the last time it slipped down about 2 inches. After gathering my thoughts on that slippage, I took my seat in my climber for the first time hunting. Recently, I had bought a Summit Revolution climbing stand. Read more
After a little internet searching, reading, and checking up on this stuff I found it’s a pretty well established product in Canada and hails from Quebec where they have this funny habit of speaking a lot of French. Thus the name, Jig-A-Loo, and the company’s claim it derives from a saying they have up north, “I’ve got it!” 
