Ironranger

I've gotten a few tips over the years that have helped. I'm a lefty and was doing what Phil Mickelson does when he has a bad day putting. I guess it would be considered pulling the ball to the right. Almost like a hockey slap shot. I was crouching over far too much. Anyway, I started standing more erect over the ball, letting my arms do the work while keeping my head/spine still, and trying to keep my backstroke at a length in relation to how far the putt is. For example, short putts of 2 to 3 feet, I only pull the putter back about 5 inches or so whereas for longer putts the backswing is longer. I know this is probably elementary to you all but I really had some serious putting issues that caused me to think about all aspects of my putting stroke, etc.

Muggs, that looks like a great course. Placement golf all the way. Seems like the biggest obstacle to most is going from a course where you can just let the shaft out to these where you need to just ease up and place the ball. Have fun out there. It reminds me of a course near my hometown in northern MN called a place called Gian'ts ridge. See link below. http://www.giantsridge.com/golf/legend/tour

He had such a great year last year. Just left me wondering what the heck he was doing by retiring. His family wanted him to play too. It just wouldn't be right to see him in any other jersey...

Hey Brett, we'll take you. Minnesota hasn't had a quarterback since Fran Tarkenton!!! ) http://www.cbs.sportsline.com/nfl/story/10894673

Yea, there are a few...

Good, now we can actually hear about other golfers on the tour. Sorry, not a big tiger fan...

Congrats to Immelman. He played a great tournament...

I'd say they should've given toughest to one of the bull riders on the PBR. Man, those guys get the snot kicked out of them and still get up.

From Nascar.com, here is what Gordon said... "It was my fault," Gordon said. "We were all pushing so hard there. I got a little tight underneath Matt there and drifted up into him. I was trying to stay out of hitting him after he spun, and it just turned me sideways. I couldn't have hit the wall at a worse angle, and it really tore the thing up." Gordon is a great driver and when you are near the top people tend to hate you...

Found this quote from CBS.sportsline.com.... "Busch attempted to block Stewart and got hit from behind, damaging both cars. Busch retaliated by slamming into the side of Stewart's car twice as they drove back toward the garage. Stewart then used his car to block Busch from entering the garage." In the old days guys would fight and be done with it. Now, things just keep building. I say let em' fight!! Get er done...

It's not the playoffs yet and the Packers will be there. They may have lost home field advantage on this one but it's only regular season and the playoffs is when it counts. Not to say I'm a packer fan as I'm from Minnesota but they are a good team and I hope they do well. Dallas is good too and it's going to make for some great playoff football. That's what it's all about...

The funny thing is that none of these idiots were there so they really have no clue as to what went on. Video taping the confrontation. That's got "I want some money" written all over it. I couldn't resist and sent Greg from the Sun Times a letter (See below)... Greg, I honestly hope that you aren't one of those dumb liberals that possesses no common sense whatsoever but you are a member of the media so that changes things a bit. One can clearly see from the video that his gun isn't pointed towards the guy and yet the man keeps telling him to turn it away from him. So I take it that you were actually there and saw what happened...right?? Obviously not and I'm just making a point with that sarcastic remark. Who's to say that his hunting partner or partners weren't the ones that were shooting towards the houses?? I'm not saying I condone what make have occurred as there are rules about hunting with so many feet of structures and most hunters follow the rules. I'm one of those hillbilly hunters as you like to put it, college educated, working in the IT field, and I resent the tone used when in reference to hunters. We as a group come from all walks of life and unlike most "City-its" as I call them who have lost all touch with the natural world and the cycle of life, we partake in the hunting of animals for food. The only difference between us is that most prefer to let someone else do their killing for them and we gather our own meat. I've had pellets hit me before when hunting pheasants and I just make sure I wear eye protection in case it happens. No big deal there. It's probably a good thing that I don't know you as I'd knock you on your tail for this stupid article. Get a clue...

I remember watching this hunt when they aired it and it got my heart going for sure. Can't imagine being in that raft. That guide's quick action probably saved someone from getting hurt...

Thanx to all for the nice comments. He's just a little guy but he definitely is good eating!! I plan on going west as much as I can so someday I'll get a chance at a bull like the one who came in after I shot this one!!

This was my 2nd archery trip to Colorado as I'd hunted out there a few years back and was looking forward to returning again. I took over two weeks off this time around as I really wanted to take my time and enjoy the sights and sounds of the Colorado mountains plus give myself as many days to hunt as possible. I started out the first morning making about a 7 mile circle of various waypoints I'd marked on my maps and did hear one distant bugle, found fresh sign, but saw no elk. For the afternoon hunt, I decided to do some serious hiking and climbed this gulch following a stream along the way. It was really steep and I think I spent more time on the ground than I did on my feet!! After climbing about 3 hours and over 2000 feet up and smelling elk all the way up, I heard a bugle and was about to reach for an arrow when a rush of panic came over me. My quiver was gone. It was one of those rubber mount ones that pops into another rubber piece and I'd lost it on one of my spills up the steep hillside. Figured it was in an oak brush section but I wasn't sure. After a few choice words, I headed down the mountain which only took about 50 minutes and alot of slipping along the way!! I found a local bow shop and got a new quiver setup. Lost 5 broadheads plus arrows and quiver for around a $120 mistake. Chaulk it up to the cost of vacation!! The next few days I had a few close encounters with both bulls and cows but my stalking attempts failed or they saw me first and bolted. Each new day, I'd tell myself just keep going and possibly the persistence will pay off. After 5.5 days of hunting, I got a little break as we helped one of our party who had a MZ tag haul a cow off the mountainside so the afternoon we were given a break to haul out a few hind quarters. I continued the same routine day after day...get up at 4:15am, eat, drive to hunting area which was only 20 minutes from camp, hunt till around 11am, go eat, and do it again until after dark. On the 10th day, I was sneaking uphill along a game trail and came thru two pines to be greeted by a cow at about 10 yards. Even though I froze, she knew all wasn't well and trotted off briefly giving me an opportunity to draw back which she promptly saw and bolted. On the 11th day, I skirted a hillside just below the top of the ridge just after light. Suddenly I heard a loud bugle with some chuckles below and instantly took off at a good clip. It was around 7:40am but for some reason the wind was coming uphill already on that hillside and he was below and to my right. I closed the distant as quickly and quietly as possible as they just weren't bugling much and I wanted to get as close as I could while I could hear him. After covering a few hundred yards, I stopped behind a pine tree and kneeled down to access the situation. Wanted him to bugle one more time to further pinpoint him. He let out another bugle and I was really surprised I couldn't see him yet as he sounded really close. Suddenly I caught movement to my right and spotted a bull quartering up the hill right to me. He was a young bull but I wasn't about to pass him up for one that wasn't in view yet. This was a fairly open pine grove and when he went behind a few trees I grabbed an arrow. He stopped so I froze again until he started walking again. Then I nocked the arrow and waited for him to get behind some thicker pines to my right. I drew back and waited for him to walk into an open. I released the arrow as he came across and thwap...the arrow went right under his belly!! I couldn't believe it. Elk fever had taken over and I'd missed possibly the only opportunity I would get on the 11th out of 13 days to hunt. Wait...He jumped ahead a few steps and stopped behind some pines. I pulled out another arrow and nocked it. He continued to move and turned right slightly to my left and above me. I drew back and waited for the opening he was heading for. When he hit it, I took aim and fired. THWACK!!! The broadhead hit lower and back farther than I'd expected but as I'd misjudged the yardage. I cow called to stop him and attempted to get another arrow in him but he was facing away from me and walked off before I could position for a shot. I flagged the first blood I found and he was pouring out pretty good. I called my partner on the radio and he made his way over to me. We'd given it an hour or so and decided to start trailing him. For the next 8 hours, it was flagging, crawling on hands and knees thru pine needle sections, making little circles to find more blood, and just staying with it. Finally at 4:30pm, we found him piled up in an old clearcut. He was on his last leg so I quickly zipped one in his neck and he expired about 30 seconds later. I was really disappointed in my shot but I was thankful we stayed the course and found him. Here are some picture below of my first archery elk, some other critters I ran across, and some scenery pix as well. The trip was one that I'll remember for some time to come...