Dall Sheep ribs over a campfire at 12,000 feet elevation... Smell of muskrat gland lure in a autumn marsh... Polite chickadees on bird feeder... Smell of wet dog and sagebrush after a chukar hunt... Mid-summer evening petrichor... Full woodshed... Lack of fleas on coyotes, foxes, or marten... Lack of people on a drive or a hike... Smell of burnt powder in just-shot shotshell... Rod tip wiggling with fish bite... Wife singing to herself in the garden...
Squirrels cutting hickory nuts in October Roosters cackling Chickens clucking in the yard Burnt powder, yes, both smokeless and black The feel of a cherished firearm in hand
Summer evening katydid and cricket song Spring peepers Hearing the bait clicker The smell of 2 stroke exhaust from the outboard headed out for a duck hunt Watching a deer materialize out of the brush Hardwood smoke on a crisp winter day Groaning and cracking ice
Smell of a camp fire, turkey gobbling, geese flying overhead in formation, whistling wings of ducks over head, drumming Ruffed grouse, dancing of Sharptail grouse, the smell of Lilacs blooming in June, smell of fresh cut grass, coyotes howling, watching a red fox den,pups playing sitting in a deer stand watching Gods creations and the last thing,the rattling of chain on a drag trap set for coyote or bobcat.
A well tied knot A good cast Quickly bedded and set trap Making out a beaver tail wider than my canoe paddle down in the murky water Spawning Bluegills Tip Up Flag Grandsons first buck
Elk bulging The stillness of sleeping under the stars. The smell of a horse in the spring Watching your grandchild catch a fish Good freinds around a campfire
First snow hanging on the trees Coyote talking at dusk Black bear working a berry patch on a far hillside Bull moose grunting Marten hanging from a trap as you turn a corner in your trail Cottonwood leaves rustling in the fall
A babbling brook. A largemouth sucking in a top water plug. Crunching footsteps on frozen leaves from an unseen deer. The fatality of a well placed arrow. A heavy blood trail. Pre-dawn hoot of a great horned owl.
The feel of clean sheets after a long, hard day. The smell of line dried clothing for the first time in spring. The song of the wood thrush as the summer sun begins to sink. The first snow of winter. Watching a hunting dog you've spent months training do everything just right (or close enough) on the first hunt. The first fall morning when you have to go in off the porch where you're drinking your coffee to get a flannel shirt.
All good stuff posted above. In a slightly different vein, I love the sound of little voices. Squeaky little voices of kids shopping at the supermarket with their parents. Makes me long for those days when my kids were that age.
The smell of a alfalfa field the morning after being cut. The smell of Hawbaker's coon lure on a frosty morning. The smell of a freshly fired shotgun shell casing.
Flames dancing in the wood stove or a campfire. A prairie sunset.
Whistling wings over the decoys before shooting light. Cottonwood leaves rustling in the wind on the 1st bowhunt of a new season.
The sound of a wood stove crackling heard from inside the sleeping bag on a -40 morning The last knife stroke on a clean skinned wolf Seeing your child smiling to themself after a successful harvest A good cup of coffee on a cold morning at the cabin
Some of my favorites
*Clean dry clothes after a long day of hunting/trapping *A shower or bath after a few days on the land
The airs smell after an early morning rain The calls of sand hill cranes passing in October Perfectly ripe sweet corn Coyotes howling in the middle of the night
When old man winter sets in and days are short . Spending the evenings in the fur shed putting up fur with favorite radio station playing and left to your thoughts with no outside interruptions
August 1st alpine hunting deer with clouds and fog rolling through. Hearing the “gluk-gluk” of a bull moose walking towards you with the waving of his antlers. Seeing vibrant red high bush cranberries accompanied by their smell in the late autumn through until spring. Being around trumpeter swans in the spring and fall. AV knows the sound, “huh”? The moment of discovery when deer hunting Sitka Blacktail in the old growth and magically there is a buck in front of you. Chasing the sound of hooters in the spring through the mountains and cliffs.
All good stuff posted above. In a slightly different vein, I love the sound of little voices. Squeaky little voices of kids shopping at the supermarket with their parents. Makes me long for those days when my kids were that age.
Puppy breath. I hope to have a new puppy soon.
Nice, Posco. My children have softened and also hardened me, foundation wise. The grandchildren have cemented me.
Hearing my wife up quietly in the kitchen and the smell of coffee, a she try's not to wake me. Sitting on the deck with my wife watching the sunrise, cattle, and a cup of coffee. Sunrise in my deer stand, and the sound of the first shots of the season. Kids and grand kids always end with I Love you. We didn't have that as kids. Hearing Shoot straight and good luck, be safe! The smell of any trap lure. Hearing a twig snap as a bear or deer walks in. The sound of a fastpitch girls softball pitcher pitch, you can hear "it" when it's special.
The sound of upland birds flushing (specifically Sharptails) The smell of sage on a crisp morning The smell of an old dog's head The smell of boiling traps The feel of freshly made flannel sheets in winter as you get in bed. Seeing eyes reflecting in your headlamp where you have a set. The sound of a heavy rain on a metal roof. Puppy breath. A vibrant sunrise on a crisp morning. Jumping in a cold high alpine lake in summer after a brutal hike to get there. The feel of an upland bird in hand after your dog retrieves it. Watching a sunrise over your decoy spread.
Noticing your lab puppy fast asleep with his head on the toe of your boot in a make shift waterfowl blind as you wait for the next flight of birds .
The bugle of a big bull elk calling out all challengers and then protecting his herd of cow elk .
The first time you see a frost dog on a cold clear winters day or night ,.
The sound of a Colman double lantern and stove firing up in your tent after a long day of hunting .
The look and sounds of excitement as you hand a fishing rod to a young person to reel in a fish at a kids fishing day and then getting to help by holding the rod so it doesn't end up in the lake when they first see how big the fish is that they have caught !
The mention of hoppes number 9,brings back memories of my father cleaning his model 11 Remington while I, as a young boy ,watched in amazement as he disassembled and reassembled it.
Something that always takes me back - The smell of Hoppe's No. 9.
Just the other day I was oiling some stuff and my son asked me what the smell was I said hoppes no.9 and if your lucky you will never forget that smell.glad to see others have the same memories with that smell as I do. I'll add the sound of little footsteps running around the house
Again Gulo, thanks for kicking off such a wonderful thread. It is very nice to get away from the political diatribe that seems to be so prevalent on this trapping forum.
My pleasure, Mike. I see one multiple times on here, that most assuredly I shouldn't have missed in my original list. That is the smell of Hoppe's No. 9. What good memories that stuff always brings. I love it!
Ok I have to ask Hoppe's No.9 is that a muskrat lure?I never did a lot of water trapping so that's why I'm asking,now if you asked how Carman's Pro's Choice smelled I could relate.
Either you are pretty young or didn't hunt growing up. Hoppes #9 is the only thing I used to clean firearms when I was young, not even sure if anything else was available.
Thank's,wrong on both accounts started to hunt in 1974,shot my first Ruffed grouse with a wrist rocket sling shot,never paid that much attention to the brand name of the cleaner,it jogged my memory when you stated what it was thank's again.Another great pleasure hearing a buck grunting while chasing a doe through the November woods waiting to see if it's a good shooter.
When your grandson is sitting in your lap and kills his first deer. Then in a few more years, he does it all by himself and you walk over to see his grin.
Walking home from school and setting on the back porch steps listioning to my Mom sing to songs playing on the radio. I would give anything to here it again.
Everyday I came home from school she was singing. Then my sister was killed and she never sang for a long time. I would guess maybe a year and a half. Then one day I came home and she was singing again.
The American flag standing strong off a flag pole Hearing a whippoorwill in the early morning, soon before the turkeys start to fire off A topwater rockfish or trout crash your lure A fall sunrise when you’re offshore in the ocean A sika deer squeal in the phragmites at sunset The smell of a fresh cut cornfield The five minutes before legal shooting time in a duckblind - can be incredible!
My kids eyes lighting up when they see something in the outdoors that I’ve seen a thousand times and has lost its wonder to me. The sound of wood ducks in the dark. The whistle of wings over the river. The whippoorwill’s song in the grey light just before the first gobbler greets the day. The rattle of trap chain in the dark. The smell of a just shot shotshell. The peace that comes from being on top of a mountain. My Belgium Browning Auto 5 mag 12 in my hand that I worked so hard to get. The hints of my wife’s perfume on the wind.
Watching my daughter as she grows up what a delight that is The smells an sounds of each season coming an going with that trapping fishing hunting foraging camping hiking to much to list with each thing but I'm sure you guys get it
The sound of rain on the roof the smell of summer rain The sizzling sound snow makes as it goes past your ear The sight and smell of a nice campfire Seeing a mamma duck and the ducklings in the creek Seeing a does with two fawns A spiderweb on a dewy morning The smell of a slat marsh The smell of the woods on a crisp fall day
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I thought of Hoppe's also, along with the smell of gunpowdah. My list was already long enough.
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