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[JimEIV]

Speaking of Documentaries. The story of Ishi is worth some time.

"Last of his Tribe" with Jon Vout and Graham Green.




To get an idea of what it's about

ISHI, POPE, AND YOUNG: THE HISTORY OF MODERN BOWHUNTING
By Matt Fratus

In 1912, Ishi crouched behind a bush and put his index and middle fingers to his lips. He made a sharp, high-pitched kissing sound — a rabbit distress call. To his left, Saxton T. Pope watched in amazement as a small group of rabbits came within view, then stopped and listened, all within 15 yards of these early American bowhunters.

Ishi’s repetitive calls were answered by both prey and predators, just as he predicted. From a distance, a mountain lion approached and came within 50 yards of where Pope and Ishi concealed themselves behind a bush. The curious mountain lion searched for the wounded rabbits, completely oblivious to the hunters. Pope emerged from the bush and fired five arrows at the wildcat, which dashed off into the forest when one of the arrows glanced its shoulder.

Pope, a surgeon and medical instructor by profession, only knew the calls of ducks and turkeys, but Ishi, the last of the native Yahi people, knew how to call in tree squirrels, wildcats, coyotes, and even bears. The unlikely pair of Ishi and Pope hunted together often and birthed popular American interest in the sport and practice of bowhunting.

In the classroom, Pope focused on book learning and medicine. In the outdoors — in the midst of an era when the tools for hunting involved gunpowder and rifles — Ishi was a reminder that the traditions of using a bow and arrow were worth taking into account.

Ishi, which means “man” in the Yana language of the Yahi tribe, was what Pope and others from the University of California called him. The Three Knolls Massacre in 1865 had decimated the majority of Ishi’s tribe, and for decades those who escaped stayed in hiding in Northern California. After a raid on his family’s camp in 1908 killed the last of his relatives, Ishi lived alone for the next three years.

On Aug. 29, 1911, a group of butchers stumbled upon Ishi at a slaughterhouse, scrounging for meat to feed his starving stomach. He was weak, frightened, and exhausted — a survivor. The butchers alerted the sheriff and brought him to the Oroville Jail.

His arrival was the talk of the town. Reporters traveled from Sacramento in hopes of printing a sensational headline in the next day’s newspaper; telegrams from the Department of the Interior and private citizens begged for answers. The mystery surrounding him interested anthropologists and particularly Pope, the university’s physician and medical instructor, and they arranged to bring him to the university. Pope was enamored with the Yana and Yahi people. He learned from Ishi their passion as craftsmen, particularly in the mastery of bow and arrow making. When Ishi wasn’t showing Pope his hunting practices, he spent his days on the Berkeley campus at the Museum of Anthropology.

The museum was his home for the remainder of his life, and his presence drew in newspapermen always searching for a story. His ways were intriguing — not unusual for someone who had zero previous contact with the outside world.

When a cannon was fired from several miles away, Ishi leapt from his chair, unsure of the sound he had just heard. When an excited museum visitor reached out his hand and shook Ishi’s with vigor, Ishi was left frozen, staring at his arm still in the air.

The museum’s founder, Phoebe Apperson Hearst, had acquired quite the collection of personal and donated artifacts from Egypt, Peru, Greece, and Rome — but the most fascinating attraction for many became Ishi, the only living “exhibit,” as he was viewed at the time.


Ishi demonstrated how to string a bow, make fire, and chip arrowheads made of obsidian — gifting one lucky member of the audience his creation. When some of THE daily activities grew monotonous and tiresome for Ishi, Pope recognized he could learn more from Ishi on expeditions in the surrounding mountains instead of cooped up in the museum. As their friendship blossomed, others too became curious about the knowledge of the last Yahi.

Ishi had his own hunting rituals — no fish or tobacco the day before to ensure his scent would not rouse the suspicions of the animals he chased. He wore only a loincloth, as excess materials caused too much noise in the brush. On one occasion Ishi called off a hunt because, he explained, a bluejay had already tipped off the animals in the area that a man was present.

His bow and arrows were handmade, prized possessions, treated more like a companion than a tool. These were norms for Ishi, the last wild Indian of the American frontier, and the great-grandfather of modern American bowhunting.

“Ishi was indifferent to the beauty of labor as an abstract concept,” Pope wrote. “He never fully exerted himself, but apparently had unlimited endurance.”

To the white city-living doctor and his friends accustomed to turn-of-the-century creature comforts, Ishi’s fishing, hunting, running, and climbing must have seemed like effortless forms of athleticism, but for games that involved throwing a ball he couldn’t muster the same finesse. White Americans indoctrinated with mornings filled with schoolwork had developed hand-eye coordination from a young age in games such as cricket and baseball. Skills that were shared among those involved in competitive sports clubs were absent with Ishi because he hadn’t any exposure to such games.

In 1915, at a Panama-Pacific Exposition in San Francisco, Will “Chief” Compton — who had assisted Pope by teaching him archery — met an impressionable newspaperman named Arthur Young. Young had an interest in the museum’s Japanese archery exhibit, and soon the pair became fast friends.

Ishi, Compton, Pope, and Young journeyed to North Carolina on several hunting trips, with Ishi and Compton teaching Pope and Young the mechanics of the trade. When Ishi passed away from tuberculosis in 1916, the remaining trio kept on honing their skills that led to the creation and foundation of modern bowhunting that continues to this day.

 

[My3Sons]

Speaking of Documentaries. The story of Ishi is worth some time.

"Last of his Tribe" with Jon Vout and Graham Green.




To get an idea of what it's about

ISHI, POPE, AND YOUNG: THE HISTORY OF MODERN BOWHUNTING
By Matt Fratus

In 1912, Ishi crouched behind a bush and put his index and middle fingers to his lips. He made a sharp, high-pitched kissing sound — a rabbit distress call. To his left, Saxton T. Pope watched in amazement as a small group of rabbits came within view, then stopped and listened, all within 15 yards of these early American bowhunters.

Ishi’s repetitive calls were answered by both prey and predators, just as he predicted. From a distance, a mountain lion approached and came within 50 yards of where Pope and Ishi concealed themselves behind a bush. The curious mountain lion searched for the wounded rabbits, completely oblivious to the hunters. Pope emerged from the bush and fired five arrows at the wildcat, which dashed off into the forest when one of the arrows glanced its shoulder.

Pope, a surgeon and medical instructor by profession, only knew the calls of ducks and turkeys, but Ishi, the last of the native Yahi people, knew how to call in tree squirrels, wildcats, coyotes, and even bears. The unlikely pair of Ishi and Pope hunted together often and birthed popular American interest in the sport and practice of bowhunting.

In the classroom, Pope focused on book learning and medicine. In the outdoors — in the midst of an era when the tools for hunting involved gunpowder and rifles — Ishi was a reminder that the traditions of using a bow and arrow were worth taking into account.

Ishi, which means “man” in the Yana language of the Yahi tribe, was what Pope and others from the University of California called him. The Three Knolls Massacre in 1865 had decimated the majority of Ishi’s tribe, and for decades those who escaped stayed in hiding in Northern California. After a raid on his family’s camp in 1908 killed the last of his relatives, Ishi lived alone for the next three years.

On Aug. 29, 1911, a group of butchers stumbled upon Ishi at a slaughterhouse, scrounging for meat to feed his starving stomach. He was weak, frightened, and exhausted — a survivor. The butchers alerted the sheriff and brought him to the Oroville Jail.

His arrival was the talk of the town. Reporters traveled from Sacramento in hopes of printing a sensational headline in the next day’s newspaper; telegrams from the Department of the Interior and private citizens begged for answers. The mystery surrounding him interested anthropologists and particularly Pope, the university’s physician and medical instructor, and they arranged to bring him to the university. Pope was enamored with the Yana and Yahi people. He learned from Ishi their passion as craftsmen, particularly in the mastery of bow and arrow making. When Ishi wasn’t showing Pope his hunting practices, he spent his days on the Berkeley campus at the Museum of Anthropology.

The museum was his home for the remainder of his life, and his presence drew in newspapermen always searching for a story. His ways were intriguing — not unusual for someone who had zero previous contact with the outside world.

When a cannon was fired from several miles away, Ishi leapt from his chair, unsure of the sound he had just heard. When an excited museum visitor reached out his hand and shook Ishi’s with vigor, Ishi was left frozen, staring at his arm still in the air.

The museum’s founder, Phoebe Apperson Hearst, had acquired quite the collection of personal and donated artifacts from Egypt, Peru, Greece, and Rome — but the most fascinating attraction for many became Ishi, the only living “exhibit,” as he was viewed at the time.


Ishi demonstrated how to string a bow, make fire, and chip arrowheads made of obsidian — gifting one lucky member of the audience his creation. When some of THE daily activities grew monotonous and tiresome for Ishi, Pope recognized he could learn more from Ishi on expeditions in the surrounding mountains instead of cooped up in the museum. As their friendship blossomed, others too became curious about the knowledge of the last Yahi.

Ishi had his own hunting rituals — no fish or tobacco the day before to ensure his scent would not rouse the suspicions of the animals he chased. He wore only a loincloth, as excess materials caused too much noise in the brush. On one occasion Ishi called off a hunt because, he explained, a bluejay had already tipped off the animals in the area that a man was present.

His bow and arrows were handmade, prized possessions, treated more like a companion than a tool. These were norms for Ishi, the last wild Indian of the American frontier, and the great-grandfather of modern American bowhunting.

“Ishi was indifferent to the beauty of labor as an abstract concept,” Pope wrote. “He never fully exerted himself, but apparently had unlimited endurance.”

To the white city-living doctor and his friends accustomed to turn-of-the-century creature comforts, Ishi’s fishing, hunting, running, and climbing must have seemed like effortless forms of athleticism, but for games that involved throwing a ball he couldn’t muster the same finesse. White Americans indoctrinated with mornings filled with schoolwork had developed hand-eye coordination from a young age in games such as cricket and baseball. Skills that were shared among those involved in competitive sports clubs were absent with Ishi because he hadn’t any exposure to such games.

In 1915, at a Panama-Pacific Exposition in San Francisco, Will “Chief” Compton — who had assisted Pope by teaching him archery — met an impressionable newspaperman named Arthur Young. Young had an interest in the museum’s Japanese archery exhibit, and soon the pair became fast friends.

Ishi, Compton, Pope, and Young journeyed to North Carolina on several hunting trips, with Ishi and Compton teaching Pope and Young the mechanics of the trade. When Ishi passed away from tuberculosis in 1916, the remaining trio kept on honing their skills that led to the creation and foundation of modern bowhunting that continues to this day.

That’s a fascinating story. It’s also a reminder of that part of our country’s sometimes dark history. The US is hardly alone in that regard. Killing innocent people to promote a government agenda is pretty pervasive sadly.

 

[njdevils1982]

Speaking of Documentaries. The story of Ishi is worth some time.

"Last of his Tribe" with Jon Vout and Graham Green.




To get an idea of what it's about

ISHI, POPE, AND YOUNG: THE HISTORY OF MODERN BOWHUNTING
By Matt Fratus

In 1912, Ishi crouched behind a bush and put his index and middle fingers to his lips. He made a sharp, high-pitched kissing sound — a rabbit distress call. To his left, Saxton T. Pope watched in amazement as a small group of rabbits came within view, then stopped and listened, all within 15 yards of these early American bowhunters.

Ishi’s repetitive calls were answered by both prey and predators, just as he predicted. From a distance, a mountain lion approached and came within 50 yards of where Pope and Ishi concealed themselves behind a bush. The curious mountain lion searched for the wounded rabbits, completely oblivious to the hunters. Pope emerged from the bush and fired five arrows at the wildcat, which dashed off into the forest when one of the arrows glanced its shoulder.

Pope, a surgeon and medical instructor by profession, only knew the calls of ducks and turkeys, but Ishi, the last of the native Yahi people, knew how to call in tree squirrels, wildcats, coyotes, and even bears. The unlikely pair of Ishi and Pope hunted together often and birthed popular American interest in the sport and practice of bowhunting.

In the classroom, Pope focused on book learning and medicine. In the outdoors — in the midst of an era when the tools for hunting involved gunpowder and rifles — Ishi was a reminder that the traditions of using a bow and arrow were worth taking into account.

Ishi, which means “man” in the Yana language of the Yahi tribe, was what Pope and others from the University of California called him. The Three Knolls Massacre in 1865 had decimated the majority of Ishi’s tribe, and for decades those who escaped stayed in hiding in Northern California. After a raid on his family’s camp in 1908 killed the last of his relatives, Ishi lived alone for the next three years.

On Aug. 29, 1911, a group of butchers stumbled upon Ishi at a slaughterhouse, scrounging for meat to feed his starving stomach. He was weak, frightened, and exhausted — a survivor. The butchers alerted the sheriff and brought him to the Oroville Jail.

His arrival was the talk of the town. Reporters traveled from Sacramento in hopes of printing a sensational headline in the next day’s newspaper; telegrams from the Department of the Interior and private citizens begged for answers. The mystery surrounding him interested anthropologists and particularly Pope, the university’s physician and medical instructor, and they arranged to bring him to the university. Pope was enamored with the Yana and Yahi people. He learned from Ishi their passion as craftsmen, particularly in the mastery of bow and arrow making. When Ishi wasn’t showing Pope his hunting practices, he spent his days on the Berkeley campus at the Museum of Anthropology.

The museum was his home for the remainder of his life, and his presence drew in newspapermen always searching for a story. His ways were intriguing — not unusual for someone who had zero previous contact with the outside world.

When a cannon was fired from several miles away, Ishi leapt from his chair, unsure of the sound he had just heard. When an excited museum visitor reached out his hand and shook Ishi’s with vigor, Ishi was left frozen, staring at his arm still in the air.

The museum’s founder, Phoebe Apperson Hearst, had acquired quite the collection of personal and donated artifacts from Egypt, Peru, Greece, and Rome — but the most fascinating attraction for many became Ishi, the only living “exhibit,” as he was viewed at the time.


Ishi demonstrated how to string a bow, make fire, and chip arrowheads made of obsidian — gifting one lucky member of the audience his creation. When some of THE daily activities grew monotonous and tiresome for Ishi, Pope recognized he could learn more from Ishi on expeditions in the surrounding mountains instead of cooped up in the museum. As their friendship blossomed, others too became curious about the knowledge of the last Yahi.

Ishi had his own hunting rituals — no fish or tobacco the day before to ensure his scent would not rouse the suspicions of the animals he chased. He wore only a loincloth, as excess materials caused too much noise in the brush. On one occasion Ishi called off a hunt because, he explained, a bluejay had already tipped off the animals in the area that a man was present.

His bow and arrows were handmade, prized possessions, treated more like a companion than a tool. These were norms for Ishi, the last wild Indian of the American frontier, and the great-grandfather of modern American bowhunting.

“Ishi was indifferent to the beauty of labor as an abstract concept,” Pope wrote. “He never fully exerted himself, but apparently had unlimited endurance.”

To the white city-living doctor and his friends accustomed to turn-of-the-century creature comforts, Ishi’s fishing, hunting, running, and climbing must have seemed like effortless forms of athleticism, but for games that involved throwing a ball he couldn’t muster the same finesse. White Americans indoctrinated with mornings filled with schoolwork had developed hand-eye coordination from a young age in games such as cricket and baseball. Skills that were shared among those involved in competitive sports clubs were absent with Ishi because he hadn’t any exposure to such games.

In 1915, at a Panama-Pacific Exposition in San Francisco, Will “Chief” Compton — who had assisted Pope by teaching him archery — met an impressionable newspaperman named Arthur Young. Young had an interest in the museum’s Japanese archery exhibit, and soon the pair became fast friends.

Ishi, Compton, Pope, and Young journeyed to North Carolina on several hunting trips, with Ishi and Compton teaching Pope and Young the mechanics of the trade. When Ishi passed away from tuberculosis in 1916, the remaining trio kept on honing their skills that led to the creation and foundation of modern bowhunting that continues to this day.

and as for his name Ishi meaning "man", made me think of cheech and chong up in smoke where in the credits chong is credited as playing Man (as cheech calls him) ...the better joke is chong calls people man all through the movie.

but about your post on the video... about to watch it.

(i have more to go on about the crossbow...but it's not a 2 line story for friday night at 1230)

 

[JimEIV]

and as for his name Ishi meaning "man", made me think of cheech and chong up in smoke where in the credits chong is credited as playing Man (as cheech calls him) ...the better joke is chong calls people man all through the movie.

but about your post on the video... about to watch it.

(i have more to go on about the crossbow...but it's not a 2 line story for friday night at 1230)

The movie is a bit boring...and it never really gets into the aspect of his life with Dr. Pope from the archery perspective. They have one scene really. And they never mention Art Young or Will Compton although they could have been represented in that one scene.

Pope, Young and Compton were a much larger part of his life than the film portrays.

But for years"Ishi" was just a part of bow hunting culture and lore so when the story got mainstream attention it was exciting for bow hunters and Archery lovers in general. Ishi along with Pope, Young and Compton changed the perception of Archery from being an aristocratic lawn game to a viable hunting tool. Before people would laugh at the idea of hunting big game with a bow an arrow....after Ishi it became imbedded in our culture.

 

[JimEIV]

Art Young's silent film "Alaska Adventure" filmed in 1922 and released in 1926 was another seminal point.

This one is cool. And relatively short.

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[JimEIV]

Checked one of my trail cameras today.
Not much but this guy showed up

 

[TheUnseenHand]

Had to leave the lake a day early. Everyone I was with got Covid..... So far I'm good, but seems like a matter of time before I start with symptoms. Not the best vacation I've ever had....

 

[Bleedred]

Had to leave the lake a day early. Everyone I was with got Covid..... So far I'm good, but seems like a matter of time before I start with symptoms. Not the best vacation I've ever had....

Seems like it's ramped back up recently and we're in another wave of it, though not nearly to the degrees of much of the 3 years before this.

I had it (probably) in June and stayed home from work for almost a week. I was mostly fine after 7 days and the worst of it was only the first 2-3 days and then another 4 or 5 days of it being much more tolerable to deal with. I never tested it for it, but my friend's wife had at-home tests and tested positive for it the day after I went to their house and I figured out that I definitely had it. I caught it from a guy I know, who I interact with through work. He's a very elderly gentleman. I saw him the morning he started to feel sick and he said he was going home to lay down because he felt like shit. His wife was out of town on a trip (she left that day and she later on tested positive) with her family and he got really weak and fell and the neighbors had to help him. He fell while getting off of the couch because he was so weak. The fall didn't hurt him, but we were all worried he had something severe going on and that he should get to the doctor. That was on a Friday and he went to the doctor at the VA that he goes to that Monday, where they gave him a test and he tested positive. It took him a little longer to get over because of his age, but we were all worried he was having other kinds of health problems that were weakening, so he went to the doctors to see what was going on.

Meanwhile, I went to sleep the Saturday night before that feeling fine, but I also had very mild symptoms the day before that. That was the day I saw the elderly guy that was already feeling pretty bad. I wrote it off to just a sinus or allergy thing, as I get those feelings every other month for a day or two and then it's gone. So Saturday I felt good, except that night I felt the air conditioning was colder than it should have been or at least I was colder than normal. I woke up that Sunday morning feeling like shit. I was really cold, but I also had a horrific headache and headache's are a regular ailment with me. I went over to my friend's place and hung out with him and his family like we do pretty much every weekend. I was miserable the whole time and my head hurt. The headache felt like I was gonna die, it was really bad and wouldn't go away. I went home fairly early and tried to go to sleep. I woke up that Monday morning with no more headache, but had several cold symptoms. My friend's wife calls me up that morning and says she's tested positive for covid. Nobody else in their 6 person household tested positive that day, but her husband and a couple of the kids had it I think in January or February.

I think it took 3 or 4 days before I started to get a bad cough, but by then most of the other symptoms were gone. The cough lingered off and on for 4-6 weeks or so, which is very normal for me every time I get sick and has been for as long as I can remember, despite someone trying to convince me I had long covid because of that lol.

I did check in with the elderly man I know and he said that Monday he had tested positive and his wife (Who was out of town) also tested positive.

I had it once before back in January of 2021. It was worse the first time, though I didn't get the massive headache I got the second time, that's for sure. I had a close contact with someone that later went to get tested and I just assumed I had it and stayed home for about 8-9 days. My friends picked me up dog food and would leave it at the door.

 

[Bleedred]

Now that I remember, the first time I had covid (January of 2021) I did something to my back. I just remember my back was really bothering me, I think it started even before I got sick.

Once I started to have the covid symptoms, my back started to hurt really badly. I felt like I was just getting really old really quick.

Usually when one gets sick, it starts bringing out other ailments, like a toothache or maybe pains that would otherwise be minor or maybe even non-existent (like whatever was wrong with my back) or make a headache feel way worse than it normally would (like the last time I had it) feel.

 

[My3Sons]

Seems like it's ramped back up recently and we're in another wave of it, though not nearly to the degrees of much of the 3 years before this.

I had it (probably) in June and stayed home from work for almost a week. I was mostly fine after 7 days and the worst of it was only the first 2-3 days and then another 4 or 5 days of it being much more tolerable to deal with. I never tested it for it, but my friend's wife had at-home tests and tested positive for it the day after I went to their house and I figured out that I definitely had it. I caught it from a guy I know, who I interact with through work. He's a very elderly gentleman. I saw him the morning he started to feel sick and he said he was going home to lay down because he felt like shit. His wife was out of town on a trip (she left that day and she later on tested positive) with her family and he got really weak and fell and the neighbors had to help him. He fell while getting off of the couch because he was so weak. The fall didn't hurt him, but we were all worried he had something severe going on and that he should get to the doctor. That was on a Friday and he went to the doctor at the VA that he goes to that Monday, where they gave him a test and he tested positive. It took him a little longer to get over because of his age, but we were all worried he was having other kinds of health problems that were weakening, so he went to the doctors to see what was going on.

Meanwhile, I went to sleep the Saturday night before that feeling fine, but I also had very mild symptoms the day before that. That was the day I saw the elderly guy that was already feeling pretty bad. I wrote it off to just a sinus or allergy thing, as I get those feelings every other month for a day or two and then it's gone. So Saturday I felt good, except that night I felt the air conditioning was colder than it should have been or at least I was colder than normal. I woke up that Sunday morning feeling like shit. I was really cold, but I also had a horrific headache and headache's are a regular ailment with me. I went over to my friend's place and hung out with him and his family like we do pretty much every weekend. I was miserable the whole time and my head hurt. The headache felt like I was gonna die, it was really bad and wouldn't go away. I went home fairly early and tried to go to sleep. I woke up that Monday morning with no more headache, but had several cold symptoms. My friend's wife calls me up that morning and says she's tested positive for covid. Nobody else in their 6 person household tested positive that day, but her husband and a couple of the kids had it I think in January or February.

I think it took 3 or 4 days before I started to get a bad cough, but by then most of the other symptoms were gone. The cough lingered off and on for 4-6 weeks or so, which is very normal for me every time I get sick and has been for as long as I can remember, despite someone trying to convince me I had long covid because of that lol.

I did check in with the elderly man I know and he said that Monday he had tested positive and his wife (Who was out of town) also tested positive.

I had it once before back in January of 2021. It was worse the first time, though I didn't get the massive headache I got the second time, that's for sure. I had a close contact with someone that later went to get tested and I just assumed I had it and stayed home for about 8-9 days. My friends picked me up dog food and would leave it at the door.

Why did you eat dog food just because you had covid?

 

[My3Sons]

Checked one of my trail cameras today.
Not much but this guy showed upView attachment 740372
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That’s great but where is Bigfoot.

 

[Bleedred]

Why did you eat dog food just because you had covid?

I meant I had them bring me dog food and drop it off at my door for my dog. Not for me! I didn’t eat a whole lot the first time I had it, which weirdly enough came a little before my 8 or 9 month eating bender that I’ve discussed many times on here.

I didn’t have a terribly high appetite the first time, but I just ate whatever I could scrap together at the house.

I did eat a lot of cough drops, which she also dropped off for me after my first day of symptoms. Coughing was very painful, due to the back ailment that was exacerbated by the illness.

 

[njdevils1982]

The movie is a bit boring...and it never really gets into the aspect of his life with Dr. Pope from the archery perspective. They have one scene really. And they never mention Art Young or Will Compton although they could have been represented in that one scene.

Pope, Young and Compton were a much larger part of his life than the film portrays.

But for years"Ishi" was just a part of bow hunting culture and lore so when the story got mainstream attention it was exciting for bow hunters and Archery lovers in general. Ishi along with Pope, Young and Compton changed the perception of Archery from being an aristocratic lawn game to a viable hunting tool. Before people would laugh at the idea of hunting big game with a bow an arrow....after Ishi it became imbedded in our culture.

ya, i was hoping more documentary then movie ... i found your post of the Matt Fratus write up more interesting actually.



now back to the crossbow ....and this is where i insert the * in the story....'the disclaimer' we'll say. i didn't choose it... wouldnt have one unless.....

i inherited a crossbow that was given to my dad years ago died in 2018 (who wasnt a hunter nor someone that would go to a range for anything be it bows, guns...etc....he just had this f***ing thing sitting around)

but here it is today..... in my wood shop .... i've climbed up on top of the shop and fired it down into the ground to see what it would do......ya, that's some insane shit.... its a 150 lb label on it.


now this is the part where you might judge me. i think im both fine and unfine with what i do. this is when my moral standards are spy vs. spy .....ya this is ok.... or is it?


travis bickle in taxi driver...

"Let me see your chauffeur's license. - How's your drivin' record?"

"It's real clean, like my conscience."


when i had my chickens there was a fox that was frequently 'visiting' the area for a few days...

i tried live trap (no chance) but also had the crossbow set in locked full tension hanging from the joists in case ...no bolt in it unless wanting load and fire.

....and ya, it's extremely bad practice.

that said, i would have skinned that fox and cooked it up for my clucks to eat. can't waste meat and i don't own a gun.


i dont have aspirations of being lazy getting into proper archery because of the crossbow..


i'd be more inclined to actually learn about the materials (woods) and the technique of building a bow.


the photos you posted above were great to show an array of bows (and yes, the aesthetic of the bow that's "no nonsense machines...a bit lifeless compared to wood but very accurate" loses plenty in the joy of actual real wood)




/longwinded

 

[Bleedred]

There's certain types of friendships that I wouldn't say necessarily need to be ended, but maybe need to be put into hibernation or on mute. It's something I need to do with a pretty good friend of mine right now. I'm not abandoning her, as I'm pretty sure she won't even notice that I went away. If I didn't talk to her for 3 months, she would probably think it's only been 3 weeks and then be like ''Wow.... What? Really? It's been 3 months since we last talked? Wait.... What were we talking about again?''. Wait.... What were we talking about again? That's one of her favorite lines these days..... but it wasn't 20+ years ago, before she started smoking crack (which I don't think she does anymore) and wayyyyyyy before she got into opiates/fentanyl/heroin/whatever (which she currently uses), it's all the same thing.

If I didn't talk to her for 6 months (if she lives that long) I feel like she wouldn't realize she hasn't heard from me in 6 months. I would be forgotten about. It's sad when I only make so many posts in a week or two, I get people worried on here who care enough to reach out and see how I'm doing (that's not the sad part and I appreciate that from those who have), but I could go away for 6 months and this friend wouldn't even realize she hadn't talked to me for that long, until she finally did talk to me and I had to tell her it's been 6 months.

I've spent some time talking to another friend, who is a mutual friend of the both of us, he thinks I need to ''Get rid of her for now''. He's someone I trust, so I know he won't go back and tell her what we've talked about. He's not as close to her as I am, or at least not anymore he's not, despite the fact that he's known her even longer than I have. He told me that he didn't think I could go a whole month without talking to her, but that he'd like to see me go the rest of the month of September without contacting her, unless she contacts me first.

So I'm gonna take him up on the challenge. I screen shot a nice text convo we had last month and deleted our messages out of both my inbox and my recently deleted, so I wouldn't have to think about it. I screen shot the positive conversation, because to me there's a greater chance she's gonna die before Norman Lear (I say him because he's a centenarian) due to her drug problem. One of her or her boyfriend (or both) will die in the next few years, unless they get clean first.

Sorry for the blog post. I have no social media and even if I did, we'd be friends on there, so I couldn't make a post about it on there anyway. This has been a constant drain for a while now. It's not her fault though. This is my problem.

 

[njdevils1982]

There's certain types of friendships that I wouldn't say necessarily need to be ended, but maybe need to be put into hibernation or on mute. It's something I need to do with a pretty good friend of mine right now. I'm not abandoning her, as I'm pretty sure she won't even notice that I went away. If I didn't talk to her for 3 months, she would probably think it's only been 3 weeks and then be like ''Wow.... What? Really? It's been 3 months since we last talked? Wait.... What were we talking about again?''. Wait.... What were we talking about again? That's one of her favorite lines these days..... but it wasn't 20+ years ago, before she started smoking crack (which I don't think she does anymore) and wayyyyyyy before she got into opiates/fentanyl/heroin/whatever (which she currently uses), it's all the same thing.

If I didn't talk to her for 6 months (if she lives that long) I feel like she wouldn't realize she hasn't heard from me in 6 months. I would be forgotten about. It's sad when I only make so many posts in a week or two, I get people worried on here who care enough to reach out and see how I'm doing (that's not the sad part and I appreciate that from those who have), but I could go away for 6 months and this friend wouldn't even realize she hadn't talked to me for that long, until she finally did talk to me and I had to tell her it's been 6 months.

I've spent some time talking to another friend, who is a mutual friend of the both of us, he thinks I need to ''Get rid of her for now''. He's someone I trust, so I know he won't go back and tell her what we've talked about. He's not as close to her as I am, or at least not anymore he's not, despite the fact that he's known her even longer than I have. He told me that he didn't think I could go a whole month without talking to her, but that he'd like to see me go the rest of the month of September without contacting her, unless she contacts me first.

So I'm gonna take him up on the challenge. I screen shot a nice text convo we had last month and deleted our messages out of both my inbox and my recently deleted, so I wouldn't have to think about it. I screen shot the positive conversation, because to me there's a greater chance she's gonna die before Norman Lear (I say him because he's a centenarian) due to her drug problem. One of her or her boyfriend (or both) will die in the next few years, unless they get clean first.

Sorry for the blog post. I have no social media and even if I did, we'd be friends on there, so I couldn't make a post about it on there anyway. This has been a constant drain for a while now. It's not her fault though. This is my problem.

nothing wrong with letting shit out in an off topic forum.

 

[Bleedred]

nothing wrong with letting shit out in an off topic forum.

This is something that’s really eating at me. It’s not like the dumb shit with the idiot across the street that I’ll forget about in a week.

But this is my problem that it’s bothering me. She really didn’t do anything wrong other than not care about me enough to reach out to talk to me. It’s always me initiating.

And then not being very receptive when I do contact her.

Wait, what were we talking about again?

 

[njdevils1982]

This is something that’s really eating at me. It’s not like the dumb shit with the idiot across the street that I’ll forget about in a week.

But this is my problem that it’s bothering me. She really didn’t do anything wrong other than not care about me enough to reach out to talk to me. It’s always me initiating.

And then not being very receptive when I do contact her.

Wait, what were we talking about again?

i aint no good advice man...i can give it but im no expert... the only advice is stupid zen shit like "look to inner self" ... "be self realaized" ....shit like that.... placing thoughts aloud can be thing too.

point is, there's no rules

i know people with cold personalities ... i hope i learned that's not on me. it's just how it is.

as for your final question.....


"Wait, what were we talking about again?"


aint talkin bout love

 

[njdevils1982]

Labor day weekend....these true words speak volumes


///


The sun was coming up
Soldiers of light storming my brain
Day, have I the guts to greet you?
Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave

Working full-time

Vigilant people
In the cult of enterprise
Lean into the day
With all your heart and mind
We were not made to fear the morning
Put down, put under and put on
We are not what we once were
We will be all undone

Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time

We won't be undersold
We won't be undersold
We won't be undersold
We won't be undersold

I'll find my wealth all about me
Shake the hand that rakes the common temper
It's your kindness that gives life to my mind
I want to wake up every morning full of wonder


Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time
Working full-time

 

[njdevils1982]

30 minutes that could change your life.

CONS 2015

 

[Guadana]

Had to leave the lake a day early. Everyone I was with got Covid..... So far I'm good, but seems like a matter of time before I start with symptoms. Not the best vacation I've ever had....

F""k Covid. I stated to lose my hairs. It isn't dramatic but there were never before 2-5 hairs on my hands after shower.

There's certain types of friendships that I wouldn't say necessarily need to be ended, but maybe need to be put into hibernation or on mute. It's something I need to do with a pretty good friend of mine right now. I'm not abandoning her, as I'm pretty sure she won't even notice that I went away. If I didn't talk to her for 3 months, she would probably think it's only been 3 weeks and then be like ''Wow.... What? Really? It's been 3 months since we last talked? Wait.... What were we talking about again?''. Wait.... What were we talking about again? That's one of her favorite lines these days..... but it wasn't 20+ years ago, before she started smoking crack (which I don't think she does anymore) and wayyyyyyy before she got into opiates/fentanyl/heroin/whatever (which she currently uses), it's all the same thing.

If I didn't talk to her for 6 months (if she lives that long) I feel like she wouldn't realize she hasn't heard from me in 6 months. I would be forgotten about. It's sad when I only make so many posts in a week or two, I get people worried on here who care enough to reach out and see how I'm doing (that's not the sad part and I appreciate that from those who have), but I could go away for 6 months and this friend wouldn't even realize she hadn't talked to me for that long, until she finally did talk to me and I had to tell her it's been 6 months.

I've spent some time talking to another friend, who is a mutual friend of the both of us, he thinks I need to ''Get rid of her for now''. He's someone I trust, so I know he won't go back and tell her what we've talked about. He's not as close to her as I am, or at least not anymore he's not, despite the fact that he's known her even longer than I have. He told me that he didn't think I could go a whole month without talking to her, but that he'd like to see me go the rest of the month of September without contacting her, unless she contacts me first.

So I'm gonna take him up on the challenge. I screen shot a nice text convo we had last month and deleted our messages out of both my inbox and my recently deleted, so I wouldn't have to think about it. I screen shot the positive conversation, because to me there's a greater chance she's gonna die before Norman Lear (I say him because he's a centenarian) due to her drug problem. One of her or her boyfriend (or both) will die in the next few years, unless they get clean first.

Sorry for the blog post. I have no social media and even if I did, we'd be friends on there, so I couldn't make a post about it on there anyway. This has been a constant drain for a while now. It's not her fault though. This is my problem.

First of all you can't wait something from people if you didn't tell them about it clearly. And even then they still live in their own routine and rhythm. Someone can not connecting with you not because they don't want it but because they are busy and tired, many people are tired now.

Or because they are having bad habits like you mentioned. Or everything in the same time. Did you have some romantic feelings or did you try to carry about her, because if you did and she didn't want it or didn't know about then again you and she have different expectations from communication. If she is important for you as a person or a friend you can try to talk with her about it, may be offer your help, if you will notice she can't accept the truth about her problem, you can try to talk with her perants. But no one ask you about it and there is a chance no one will thanks to you after even if she will going on the healthy path.

 

[JimEIV]

That’s great but where is Bigfoot.

I usually just delete those pictures. I figure nobody will believe me anyway.

 

[Guadana]

I usually just delete those pictures. I figure nobody will believe me anyway.

They think I live in St Petersburg

 

[JimEIV]

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ya, i was hoping more documentary then movie ... i found your post of the Matt Fratus write up more interesting actually.



now back to the crossbow ....and this is where i insert the * in the story....'the disclaimer' we'll say. i didn't choose it... wouldnt have one unless.....

i inherited a crossbow that was given to my dad years ago died in 2018 (who wasnt a hunter nor someone that would go to a range for anything be it bows, guns...etc....he just had this f***ing thing sitting around)

but here it is today..... in my wood shop .... i've climbed up on top of the shop and fired it down into the ground to see what it would do......ya, that's some insane shit.... its a 150 lb label on it.


now this is the part where you might judge me. i think im both fine and unfine with what i do. this is when my moral standards are spy vs. spy .....ya this is ok.... or is it?


travis bickle in taxi driver...

"Let me see your chauffeur's license. - How's your drivin' record?"

"It's real clean, like my conscience."


when i had my chickens there was a fox that was frequently 'visiting' the area for a few days...

i tried live trap (no chance) but also had the crossbow set in locked full tension hanging from the joists in case ...no bolt in it unless wanting load and fire.

....and ya, it's extremely bad practice.

that said, i would have skinned that fox and cooked it up for my clucks to eat. can't waste meat and i don't own a gun.


i dont have aspirations of being lazy getting into proper archery because of the crossbow..


i'd be more inclined to actually learn about the materials (woods) and the technique of building a bow.


the photos you posted above were great to show an array of bows (and yes, the aesthetic of the bow that's "no nonsense machines...a bit lifeless compared to wood but very accurate" loses plenty in the joy of actual real wood)




/longwinded

The crossbow issue, for me and a lot of other bow hunters isn't really about the object itself. It's mainly about entry into "bow only" seasons.


In most regions, crossbows were always allowed in bow seasons for the handicap or people with a medical exception. Everyone supported that and it seemed reasonable and fair.

Archery seasons were always meant to be "low-impact" on the resources. The difficulty made the success rates very low until the 1990's brought a ton of technological advances. Throughout most 1970's and 80's bowhunter success hovered around 10% throughout most of the country. With that low success rate bow hunters got very long seasons. In the 1980's in New Jersey gun hunters would harvest as much in 1 week as much as bowhunters would in 4 months.

As success rates in archery seasons climbed over the last 30 years as high as 35% and more, gun hunters wanted more than just the short week they used to have. By the mid1990's bowhunters were starting to surpass gun hunters in harvest numbers...but the only way for gun seasons to expand is/was to take parts of established archery seasons.

Now we have a problem. Once firearms enter the woods archery seasons are greatly diminished, pretty much over...gun seasons are chaotic and disruptive to natural movement of the animals...guns in an archery season is kind of like Iron Maiden playing in the college library during exams while kids are trying to study. Once guns enter the woods archery season cease to exist and then you have a "general season"

Thing is a simple bow is an inferior weapon to just about any other conventional hunting method and given the choice most people will choose the more efficient method every single time. Why learn to shoot a bow if you can gun hunt at the same time? Why learn to shoot a bow if you can just get a crossbow, have a greater maximum range and not have to take years to get good?

All these things greatly diminish bow seasons. And we lose future archers in the process.

So it's technology that is the real problem. Bow hunting is supposed to be antiquated it's the basis for it's existence.

Bow making is super fun...lots of different ways and types of bows. I'll post some bow making stuff. Wood lovers always gravitate toward bow making

 

[JimEIV]

Self bows...the most primitive. Self bows are typically defined as single piece of wood. A log quartered and aged to the proper moisture level called a stave. Then shaped and tillered (process of getting the limbs to bend equally by removing wood from the belly(inside face) of the limb.

Clay Hayes has the best videos on self bows on YouTube, but there are tons of them.

 

[JimEIV]

Then there is laminated bows. This is the most common longbow or recurve bow making method today. All my wood bows are laminated.

Layers of wood and fiber glass glued and put into a press. The press is put into a heat box to cure the glue. Once cured the bow blank is shaped and finished.

There is not as much tillering needed with laminated bows. You are building the limb stiffness with the layers of wood so wood removal isn't necessary. The thickness is predetermined.