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LED 6 switch breaker panel Front Back

Here's your pics, rig in excellent condition. Profile Rig Extended Gun Box, Tool Box, Half Box, Open Hull, Interior Rail 35hp MudBuddy HyperSport with BPS exhaust, stage 1 kit

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Awesome!! Its been awhile seen i've layed my eyes on that fine work of yours. . . . . I like that maple too but man that cedar just grabs my attention every time, isnt that cedar on 2nd row of the 2nd group pic? Beautiful call!! I think it's just the darker colors.

New order ready to be sent in. . . . as soon as someone buys themselves a fine waterfowlin' rig. Getting the same rig pretty much with just a few changes.

For Sale: 2005 Gator Trax 1850 Guide Edition Hyper Sport Hunt Deck Extended Front Deck Pointed Bow Open Hull 21" sides Stabilizer Kit- holes through bow and off hunt deck for 8ft poles Spotlight Kit Large Gas Tank bracket/ 2 battery brackets Half Box in rear Extended Gun/ Rod Box (7ft) T-handle grab bar Tool Box Front hatch for storage Custom 3/8" aluminum inner bar for clipping bags, etc. (runs just beneath gunnel) Spray Rail Crimps Plugs in all Dry boxes 12V outlet LED 6 switch breaker panel Bilge 20 ft River Trail trailer with mounted spare 2005 MudBuddy Hyper Drive Sport 35hp with Level 1 upgrade Big Blade Prop Tachometer $11,200 Located in Northwest Georgia. !!Pics coming soon!!

polk

I'm in Northwest Georgia on top of the AL line, i dont hunt Ga enough to have spots we spend our time westward. What lil bit i do hunt is usually for geese on private fields.

I would definately make my way northward then. . . . dont waste your mornings here.

East or West. . . . my suggestion is to forget Ga and depending on whichever is closer head to AL, TN, or SC.

Patternmaster Extended

Looks awesome!! Its been fun watchin' your pond take shape from start to finish. . . . also like seeing to reap the benefits each fall too!! Proof that hard work pays.

All of what you've mentioned is vital in the turkey hunting world. . . but one essential key that you missed that will definately mean the difference in a vest full of feathers and coming home empty handed is woodsmanship. By this a mean . . . think like a turkey, know what they're options are for the time of day and conditions you are hunting then it's all about out guessin' them. Learn the habits of the turkeys in your area and then you'll bump into more during the season.

Dadgum, thought i got a pm in there pretty quick.

Thanks guys for an incredible year! Looks like we had just enough!! Look forward to hopefully linking up with you guys again next year.

Thanks to all that made it possible!!

Thank ye thank ye!! Appreciate all the participation this year and as always the hard work that was put in by those in charge. Thanks alot guys!

Another one for the books here, took part in 14 longbeards doing the feet up flop. Finally got out west to finish my grandslam. . . . my buddy and i both finished them up with a SD public land merriam double. Watched birds die from the South Florida swamps to South Dakota Black Hills and several locals in between. Incredible Year.

Hey, i do what i can. . . . . .

Scrappy Junior. . . . with his girl friend, a feeding sceery hen.

Thats all 14 birds i was able to watch do "the flop" . . . . . .

I've gotta get to work on getting up some of the videos from the year, some amazing footage!

Bow Bird 2008: The Hot Head The wheels on the Toyota "huntin' buggy" were rollin' like they are so used to doing during the warming months of spring turkey season. With spirits still floating on cloud nine from the events of the morning hunt, we couldnt get caught up in the moment too much because there's not but so much time in turkey season. Poncho had twacked his first turkey with a bow just after daylight, a true legend titled Limpy, and although we still had the smiles streaked across our faces we were searching for another longbeard to push up on stage. Moving 20 miles west of town we were checking our farm fields for an evening strutter to sign up for the show. Acting on a lead from a local, we checked on an isolated tract we had never actually hunted but always had available. Pulling up to the field we were able to spot a lone bird with a red head entering the opposite tree line off the property. With our options limited, we decided to set up on the property line the following morning in hopes he hadnt moved too far in the two hours he had til roost time. The next morning found Poncho over the camera, me holding the Mathews, and my girlfriend just along for the ride. . . . her second trip to the turkey woods. Old Mother Nature was still working up a beautiful sunrise when our feathered friend decided it wasnt coming quick enough and voiced his disgust with a hefty gobble from the farthest tree line. Poncho and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders, we had done all we could do but the bird was still better than 300 yards away. The ole boy started awful early but was pretty consistent in his ways; he sounded lonely. I knew a glimmer of hope still existed as the now approaching daylight revealed none other than Scrappy Jr and his lovely mate posted up on a small rise 11 yards from the Ameristep blind. As the feathered loud mouth continued to show his eagerness for female company the sky carried on it's duty of brightening the landscape surrounding us. I finally abided to the ole boy's demands and sent out some early morning clucks with a little more volume than normal to make sure it reached the other side of the great expanse. He let us know that the talk made it to his side right away. Since he was falling so deeply in love, i fed him some more of what he liked and it was no time before he was out of the tree and into the field. Although the sun hadnt quite finished pushing the darkness completely out, he was more than willing to stretch his wings and push out his chest on the far side of the field. I carried on with the naughty talk from the diaphram to let him know that his boastfulness had really got this 'girl' on the other side into quite a tizzy. "This is gonna work, he's running" poncho announced while glaring through the view finder of the camcorder. The love struck longbeard had done tied himself up in a knot while so far away and was wasting no more time on the wrong side of the street. He closed the reasonable distance in very little time, halting his gallop only to display his size and accompany it with some healthy drumming. He was moving in on the deadly pair of fakes quickly and he was beside himself when he noticed what a scene he had waltzed himself into. He came screaming in the last 80 yards to set the story straight with Junior who remained calm and collected as always. The Hot Head measured up the competition face to face like captains of opposing teams at the coin toss. We sat motionless in the blind a mere 11 yards away, now just enjoying a show. I had the Fletcher release on the loop and could have the Copper John pin in place at a moments notice. Ole Hot Head obviously didnt like the cocky attitude of Scrappy so he delivered a swift floggin' that caused Scrappy's left wing to dangle. The sudden racket caused my unexpecting girlfriend to jump which humored us all at the moment. Moving to the other side, the angry boss let Scrappy have it again as i brought the Mathews LX to full draw. As he emerged from behind the tattered fan of the still standing fake he faced us straight on, chest out, wings down, and tail up. I settled the top fiber optic toward the bottom of his beard as he was still on a slight rise and brushed the trigger on the willing release. The Easton Axis shaft plunged forward and struck at center mass as the stopper done it's job and prevented a pass through. I'm sure the ole boy decided it was time to leave this quiet kid alone because that jab sure stung, but he made it only 15 yards from Scrappy Jr's face when the Rocket Hammerhead was too much and he toppled head over heels to a quick expiration. My 2008 bow bird lay stone dead in a pile just 25 yards from the blind and his story was captured on video to be forever relived. The celebration followed, two bow birds in two days, both on video, and both just couldnt stand being intimidated. What a fine spring.

All public with exception of Oklahoma where I meet up with huntinguide for Rios. . . . hope to hit some public there next year hopefully.

Sorry for the delay on all the pics guys, been one thing after another since we got back from the trip out west. Keep your eyes open because i'm hoping to get up some stories this week and next now that i've got the internet straightened out and things have slowed down a little. We've recently wrapped up another incredible spring and i look forward to sharing what i can with you guys. For now i'm gonna give a quick recap on what we were able to tip over this spring. . . . i'll include a lil caption as well. Hope you enjoy! Starts out in South Florida as we are able to get Poncho in front of his first Osceola longbeard, sure was glad to watch this sneak take a dirt nap in the sandy path down in the swamps. It'd be to much to ask for a smile. Then it's on home to the peach state as i was able to roll my first triple beard about 2 minutes into the Ga season. This was accomplished on public land with my girlfriend in tow, her first experience with hunting. What a start. On to the Oklahoma boys making their appearance on the stage in Georgia. Morning number one ends with a shotgun blast from the banks of the Coosa River a few minutes into their first morning. Those few minutes were spent watching the brute eye to eye with Scrappy Jr before Andrew dropped the ax. A bonified stud. Morning number two found Shane (huntinguide) snuggled tight into a cedar 15 steps from a true ladies man and his women. When the smoke cleared we picked up the wad from that 3.5 inch magnum a foot away from the ole boys beak. Reapin' the boss of the field. Resuming the feather wreckage, the Oklahoma boys werent even home yet when pic messages arrived with Poncho's first Georgia bird of the year. With us tucked into the fieldedge, the flock of birds made the mistake of venturing too close and Poncho put the new over and under to work again and plucked the strutter from the bunch. Another boss. With me back in the batters box, a sho enough toad put up the best evening hunt i'd ever been on. . . . gobblin' hard and when he emerged into the powerline at 130 yards, he didnt like Scrappy Jr. After another eye to eye confrontation Scrappy won again with an 11 yard knock out blow. My second triple beard on the year, what luck. A solo hunt on public ground across the state line showed me the way to an entirely too eager 2 year old a few days later. Gotta love those hunts which are too seldom, and taking pictures by yourself hasnt gotten any easier. The next bird of the year proved to be that special bird of the year, the one that just means something more. That was none other than Limpy, Poncho's first bow bird. Story is on the board under; Limpy: The Legend in the Valley. What an honor. The next morning, Poncho and I were accompanied by my girlfriend in the blind for quite the show as I was able to get my bow bird of the year and Scrappy Jr received his first floggin'!! This hot head ran over 300 yards across open fields and wasnt happy to find Scrappy when he got close. Ill tempered one gets the shaft. On westward. . . . Our first day in Oklahoma found us dealin' with a loud mouthed but stubborn Rio under sunny skies. After giving up on the pretty video hunt, i had to get out and make sure the hammer got laid. Dark Rio taken from a hilltop rock. The next pile of feathers came from the Black Hills of South Dakota. On day three of our stay in the Hills and the day the whiteout was blowing in from the west, Poncho and I smacked a double on a pair of fine Merriam longbeards. This completed the first slam for us both. . . what a thrill!! This duo ran in from a mile away and made a dream come true. The quest for more Merriams was cut short with the arrival of 20+ inches of snow in Wyoming so we were chased all the way back to Oklahoma to avoid missing too much hunting time. But things worked out when Poncho smacked a stud midday Rio that cut the distance gobbling and puttin' on a show. A true sooner stud! The next day found us hangin' around in Oklahoma to assist Shane with his 08 Rio. After a lengthy sneak through the cold creeks, the job was sealed when one in a pair just got too curious about the bird in the bush and was properly fed #6s. This story can be found under huntinguides name: Rio introduced to #6s. Another dandy. This puts the end to a year that is burned into the memories for a lifetime.