Good evening all, it's a gloriously fresh evening and I cannot emphasise the extent to which I am relished every tantalising breath of fresh earthy air.
For three months ago, myself, along with two fellow legendary bushmen (who's names I cannot disclose) embarked on a quest to the pacific north west of the USA in the hunt for the famous Sasquatch (big-foot to the lay bushman)
All was well, my bush partners and I had been scavenging for no longer than an hour when my well trained eyes could not miss the half acre of delightful pacific yew through a clearing 200 degrees north of out initial location.
We quickly got to work and within 20 minutes 3 branches with perfect staves had been identified. With the use of various beast catching traps such as snare and dead fall traps, we were delighted to enjoy the nutritional benefits of a healthy fresh elk carcus.
We made base in the shed of an abandoned quarry and contined to carve our bows with the same passion seen in the eyes of a artist in full flow. After a hard 10 hour stint with few breaks in which time I sat behind the shed and continued to compose more songs for my next album named 'album of odes' the bows were finished and I was primed to forage.
On my first day hunting with my newly crafted 90lb draw weight flatbow I was on the trail of a grizzly bear, stalking its every move with my Needle sharp arrows that were ready to mame my unsuspecting prey. I heaved the bow back to full draw, drew and held my breath when an unknown falling object clattered right behind me causing me to jump back and land with both feet in a snapping trap.
The results were horrific, and I was trapped for a week living on floor grub and berries, the species of which I cannot remember.
With the use of Post agreed SOS calls, I was located by my fellow hunters and after conducting some make shift stitches out of elk gut lining. We dumped our bows and with the helping hand of some makeshift crutches i hobbled back to the train station where we got a train to the airport.
I returned and have been battling infection for a week now, I have removed the stitches and gone through 2 litres of home made whiskey sanitising the wound which seems to be healing.
I cannot wait to get back into the bush and get over my fear of flare traps.
Many thanks my friends.
Boatnose 'snare trap Houdini' panbow
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For three months ago, myself, along with two fellow legendary bushmen (who's names I cannot disclose) embarked on a quest to the pacific north west of the USA in the hunt for the famous Sasquatch (big-foot to the lay bushman)
All was well, my bush partners and I had been scavenging for no longer than an hour when my well trained eyes could not miss the half acre of delightful pacific yew through a clearing 200 degrees north of out initial location.
We quickly got to work and within 20 minutes 3 branches with perfect staves had been identified. With the use of various beast catching traps such as snare and dead fall traps, we were delighted to enjoy the nutritional benefits of a healthy fresh elk carcus.
We made base in the shed of an abandoned quarry and contined to carve our bows with the same passion seen in the eyes of a artist in full flow. After a hard 10 hour stint with few breaks in which time I sat behind the shed and continued to compose more songs for my next album named 'album of odes' the bows were finished and I was primed to forage.
On my first day hunting with my newly crafted 90lb draw weight flatbow I was on the trail of a grizzly bear, stalking its every move with my Needle sharp arrows that were ready to mame my unsuspecting prey. I heaved the bow back to full draw, drew and held my breath when an unknown falling object clattered right behind me causing me to jump back and land with both feet in a snapping trap.
The results were horrific, and I was trapped for a week living on floor grub and berries, the species of which I cannot remember.
With the use of Post agreed SOS calls, I was located by my fellow hunters and after conducting some make shift stitches out of elk gut lining. We dumped our bows and with the helping hand of some makeshift crutches i hobbled back to the train station where we got a train to the airport.
I returned and have been battling infection for a week now, I have removed the stitches and gone through 2 litres of home made whiskey sanitising the wound which seems to be healing.
I cannot wait to get back into the bush and get over my fear of flare traps.
Many thanks my friends.
Boatnose 'snare trap Houdini' panbow
.
