Can't afford an African safari or a Newfoundland Moose hunt?  Time constraints keep you from even getting organized for a serious Whitetail effort?  You think pigs might be fun, but, gosh, there are none in your area?  Want to tell hunting stories but you don't hunt?   Hey!  Don't feel left out... go Trash Hunting!  Learn about this free and easy way to enjoy bowhunting...

http://dickwightman.com/archery/trashhunt/trashhunt.html

Ha!  Ya made my day!

Nice shot on the painball pellet, Dick! Very creative and constructive.

Good idea Dick, nice shot on the paintball.

At least I'd come home with "game" if I made the switch...can't eat it, but would sure improve the next woods walk. I'm in!

Dick, you're an inspiration to us all. great shot on that paintball pellet. They carry a nasty sting, you know. Glad you got him before he got you!

I have a place in the Mississippi River bottoms that I love to go trash hunting in.  Lotsa Jugs and bottles and styrofoam are deposited after every flood event.  Makes for great midday fun!!!!!

Trap

Dick, them some nice trophies you shot... Way to go...

 
nice shot one the paint ball

ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!  

Thanks Dick!!!!!  

Dick, you should hook up with Roy Reno. He can shoot the eye out of a gnat at 40yds but doesnt hunt either. He does however have a dandy 3-d course set up at his house in Belfair...PR

Dick, I would like to see a pic of your trophy room sometime. Have you taken any P&Y specimens?

LMAO

Thanks Dick

bhfp

 Great story.

Great post Mr. Wightman.  If you ever are unfortunate enough to find yourself in New Jersey, I know a couple of hotspots where you can always bag your limit.

Dang I think some of your trophies will make the book.   the _Poop and Yfun Book of Archery Trophies.

rusty

With that great idea, I went out this afternoon and stalked a 160 class coke can, but the wind was swirling so that one got away but i did hit a nice keystone can.  Only ten yards what a rush!

bowhunterfrompast - Yep, I have a Pope and Young trash record, shot in 2006...  Here's the story and picture:

"Ol Buck and I set Off on Safari and Buck Establishes a New Pope and Young Record..."

Knowing that I had an opportunity to take Buck to the North American Longbow Safari, June's "Buck Host", Jett, otherwise known as Kodiak Kid, expressed him to me so that I got him just before noon on June 28. I quickly tried him for poundage at my draw (50# @ 25") and tested him with a set of wood arrows that worked in my bows of similar weight. He shot fine and the next morning we were off to Brownsville, OR for the 24th Annual NALS.

It is my intention that Buck and I learn about bowfishing for carp together while he is here with me. To this end, I obtained a rubber backed detachable bowfishing real and a fiberglass fish arrow. On the way to Brownsville, I planned to stop and explore several sloughs along the Columbia River, where it was alleged that carp had been seen. Unfortunately, at no stop did we see any fish at all, let alone carp (the only fish you can bowfish for in WA). Hoping to make some use of the opportunity, and never having shot a fiberglass fish arrow before, I tried my hand at hitting various targets of opportunity in the water... floating leaves or whatever. I got the hang of it pretty quick, but I knew that parallax is a factor in fish shooting... they aren't where they look like they are. I noticed an oddly regular shape on the bottom of the slough I was shooting into. (Note: I had parked and walked down a steeply banked dike, then scrambled down the brambly side of it to get to the water.) This shape gradually resolved itself into a plastic highway cone, about 7 or 8 yards out and three feet or so deep. It had obviously been there a goodly while, as it was covered with muck and algae, the same as the rest of the bottom. The open end was toward me, so I decided to test my parallax perception by trying to put an arrow into the open end of the cone.

The experiment was a success! I put the arrow right into the cone. However, rather than just slithering along up to the point of the cone and stopping, the arrow went right through the side of the cone where it hit! Uh, oh! Now, to get the arrow back I had to hand over hand drag the cone, open end toward me like a sea drogue, up to the bank. Then, I had to unscrew the carp arrow head tip and flip the barbs over. Uh, oh again! Seems the tip on this brand new arrow didn't want to unscrew... no way was it going to work without pliers. So, I ended up dragging and carrying this ucky, slime covered object back up the brambly bank to get it to the van where there was a pair of pliers. Of course, I got dirt and slime all over me and my clothes.

Once back at the van, I decided that while it wasn't a carp, that cone was Buck's first deliberate "kill" this month, and by the Ghost of Howard Hill, it deserved to be recorded for posterity. So I posed Buck, in full fishing regalia, with the cone he "harvested". Now, it would be nice if the story ended there, but the truth is, even with the arrow tip loosened and the barbs reversed, I couldn't pull the arrow out of the cone! The plastic was just too tough. So, I ended up "field dressing" a highway cone... cutting a long slit in it to work the arrow point out through.

I am arbitrarily declaring, in honor of Buck's outstanding effort in nailing this thing, that he now undoubtedly holds the Pope and Young bowfishing record for a highway cone.





With highway cones being only slightly less edible than carp, we left the carcass behind and moved on to Brownsville and the North American Longbow Safari.

Yeah woodchucker... ROTFLMAO too. I want to see some nice mounts.
Too good.

OK, Oregon Okie... this is from the report to the Hill Longbowmen list on my first stump shoot...

"I didn't make a big thing out of photographing today's trip...  However, in the course of the day, I got a rare opportunity... I suddenly came upon something different... a wild water bottle! There it was, quietly resting in the roots of a big stump. I carefully stalked to within about 18 yards and figured I was within my ability to get a kill zone hit... I carefully drew my Hill Classic back to full draw, focused on the key vital area, the middle of the top third of the bottle... and released... Oh, no! I missed the vital upper third and hit low... a gut shot. However, I must have hit an artery, or maybe the bottom tip of a lung, becuase it started leaking frothy clear fluid. I waited a suitable length of time for it to bleed out and then approached. Yes... the shot was fatal... it was a Fresca bottle, and had been full, hence the clear frothy liquid. I don't know if this bottle is a record, but it was the full 16 oz. size....





Since I've never taken one of these in the wild before, of course I wanted to have a trophy... I wasn't able to save the blue edge wrap, but I took the actual clear plastic lid home and mounted it on a nice cedar plaque. I will be having a brass plate engraved witht the date, place and bow data. It will be something to mount in my bow room and treasure...


My Trophy

Great story.  I can't quit laughin