00:00:09 Speaker 1: From Media Doors World News Headquarters in Bozeman, Montana. This is Kel's we Can review with Ryan kel Kell in now Here's kel good news. If you like to gamble and live in the state of Missouri Missouri, which apparently got its name from the Missouri Indians. The translation apparently means canoe have her a lot of water in the state of Missouri. Additionally, the show me state has had an increasing number of elk to be fair, increasing from zero prior to two thousand eleven, but it is set to have its first elk hunt this fall. Since the mid eighties, that's a hundred and forty years. So when I say if you like to gamble through your hat in the ring and gamble on an elk tag, I have to jump back real quick and let you know how possibly the state of Missouri got its name the show me state. Please write in if you have a better version. What I could find is Willard Duncan van Derver, a Missouri congressman, said in an apparently well documented way quote, I come from a state that raises corn and cotton and cockle burrs and democrats and frothy eloquence. Neither convinces or satisfies me. I am from Missouri. You've got to show me another state motto that flies right straight in the face of frothy elegance is and this is according to net state dot com, which I won't hang my hat on. Missouri was known at one point as the Puke State, this referring to a large crowd of Missourians that had gathered at the Galena lead mines in eight So many Missourians had assembled that those already there declared the state of Missouri had taken a puke. Missouri is in the lead belt. Just so you know. Now, back to elk. In two thousand eleven, Missouri transplanted elk from Kentucky to Peck Ranch Conservation Area. More elk we're added in two thousand ten and two thousand thirteen, totaling a hundred and eight animals moving across three counties in south central Missouri. The state is looking for an eventual goal of a herd size in the four hundred five hundred elk range. The first elk season will be a nine day ur tree season from October seventeen through then a second nine day firearms season from December twelve through twenty season dates were picked to avoid general deer season and elk breeding season. A ten dollar application fee will get your name in the half. If successful, the first elk hunt in Missouri and over a hundred and forty years will cost you fifty bucks. The application period is the entire month of May, and there are five bowl elk tags to be had. Congrats to all the folks involved in bringing those elk back to Missouri. This week we've got skinks, the crime beat, and the long overdue stop at the anthropology desk. But first I'm gonna tell you about my week. I'm getting geared up to hopefully go spank Tom turkey or two. If you want to talk conservation in regards to animals, turkeys are an example that are tough to beat, especially if you look here. In my home state of Montana, we had essentially zero turkeys in the state when I was growing up. About high school. You could apply for a handful of turkey tags in one region of the state, eventually another region, and now, if you really wanted to get after it, between spring and fall seasons, you can kill two Tom's and four beardless turkeys in one year in one region of the state. Check your eggs. I'm being only slightly vague, but regardless, it's a really neat thing to see. Additionally, if you take these birds and break them down properly, you can get an incredible amount of food from a seventeen to twenty or pound sack of feathers meals that can be surprisingly diverse. Classic brine and smoked turkey breast makes for a pile of incredible sandwich meat. The wings and legs can be slow cooked and shredded for tacos, Pasta's barbecue sandwiches, and the carcass right down to the toenails can be slowly simmered and strained in the turkey stock that will be like nothing you can purchase at the store. On top of all this, turkey hunting is known for being a pursuit filled with brutally early mornings. Often I'm trying to get into a spot that lacks any underbrush and cover that necessitates having true darkness to provide the cover needed to not tip off the turkeys on their roost. Then I sit for an hour or more praying for some not so much for that hot turkey action it might bring, but to thaw me out and heat me up. Turkey mornings can be deceptively cold. The advantage of this, if I'm being honest, is the excuse of being in the woods as they wake up. Sitting in the dark before the sun even makes it its approach, makes you aware of the way all the little things nut hatches and mice start their mornings, coyotes, foxes, porcupines, and raccoons looking sheepish for being caught in the first haze of light. It is a magic way to start the spring. We don't need to mention the ticks. Turkeys are strange. They're full of charisma. I had spoke with the ranch owner here earlier this year, looking for some turkey permission, and she told me that the turkeys only started showing up about three years ago. Now they are so aggressive that they attempt to run off her newborn calves. In turn, her cows have gotten so aggressive that the once peaceful critters rolled both her four wheeler and her nephew the other week. Suffice it to say she's not a huge fan of turkeys right at this moment. Calving season can be a long one in Montana. On top of the charisma, turkey's heads turn color, their snood shrivels, and elongates. When someone talks about birds is living dinosaurs. It is hard not to think of the turkey. Once you see one in the woods around a creek bottom, really doing their thing. It's an impossible notion to get rid of. Once the seed has been planted, they'll eat mice, frogs, snakes, crayfish, dandelion heads, and rocks to fill their gizzard. According to Dr Alan Cruickshanks, a turkey gizzard can produce a force equivalent to four hundred and thirty seven pounds per square inch, enough to easily flatten lead shot and crush a whole walnut. The walls of the gizzard are made from a carbohydrate protein called coilon and are so tough that steel needles will bend in the gizzard without penetrating it. Turkey gobbles are just like how everyone says they are thunderous, a comically loud noise out in the sagebrush and juniper. Even though I'm approaching the age of having spent more of my life in Montana with turkeys than without, that gobble still makes me laugh. To me, it is as comically out of place as it is loud. My first turkey adventure here in the state will be over to a big private ranch I have access to only for turkeys. I always throw my steel chainsaw on the pick up so I can take care of any problem trees and clear any of the ranch roads as a thank you. I like the electric saws for this, as I'll be sleeping in the truck and I find that no matter how careful you are, those gas fumes kind of penetrate everything. Who wants to sleep with that? Moving on to the Australia desk. Recently, in New South Wales, a three toad skink was observed giving birth to live young and eggs, simultaneously being viviparis and over Paris and really indecisive. This observed birth brings up the thought that we may be witnessing evolution right up front and very personal to Mama skink it least. The three toad skink was first described by a British zoologist in eight So this is an update to a long recorded story and trust me, we'll stick with this one all the way through. Go no further than Cal's weekend review for hard hitting up to date updates on this possible transition from egg layer to live burther. We all may just not be around to hear how it ends up. Doing my research on skinks, one thing is immediately clear. People are absolutely fascinated by skink reproduction and not much else. Although the three toad yellow bellied skink average is only about seven inches long, the critter has the charisma of let's say, a solid fifteen It looks kind of like a snake, slight smile on its face, arms and legs way too small for its length and girth. The limbs are tiny enough to appear almost vestigial looking, or maybe like the skink got a great deal on some aftermarket parts. The skink does a great job of eating insects, and it's not an up in your face creature, as it's primarily nocturnal. So what gives? What gives is the fascination with what the skink gives birth to is kinda in all of us. What came first, the chicken or the egg. The advantage to egg laying is the female can deposit eggs and be rid of the energy it would cost her to nurture young inside the body. The benefit of carrying young to the point of full gestation is you don't leave the kids up to the whims of nature, only protected by a thin shell. The young are more taxing on mom, but they are more protected by going where she goes. Three toed skink populations in moist coastal areas that are possibly more full of food and less full of danger lay eggs over Paris. The skinks and mountainous regions that are a little rougher going carry their young to full gestation and give birth to live young viviparis. To continue to reason away the y eggs or why not, nutrition is a factor. As just kind of stated, the female skink must continually provide the nourishment needed for her offspring from egg fertilization until birth. If she is a live birth giver, the egg laying skink must make sure she has the nutrients from the time of fertilization through egg development until she can deposit the eggs and move on. The food and nutrients that live young would take directly from the female. The embryos in the eggs take from what is in the egg, the yolk and the shell itself in the form of calcium. However, skinks seem to have this system down as well. Some skinks that lay eggs drop super thin shells, encasing nearly completely formed embryos that mature in less than five days, others under fifteen days, and none longer than thirty, suggesting that these skinks may be targeting the happy medium of protecting offspring and reducing stress on mom. All fascinating stuff as we continually try to answer what came first and how the skink or the egg? But what if it's a really really thin egg that is transparent and the embryo within is fully formed? WHOA Moving on to the ever popular law enforcement desk, New Jersey, Atlantic City. To be exact, if you listen to Springsteen, all I have to say is Atlantic City to set up that something illegal happened, and of course it did. Two outlaw anglers were caught in March thirty with sixty six undersized Atlantic stripe bass in their possession. At the time of the crime. Lawful anglers were allowed one fish between twenty eight inches and forty three inches in length this is known as a slot limit, and one additional fish over forty three in all, sixty six of the illegal catch measured between thirteen and twenty four inches. This selfishness is terrible under any circumstance. But this year a highly publicized reduction and harvest rates went into effect after a recent stock assessment determined that Atlantic stripe bass were being overfished and for the good of the fishery and eighteen percent harvest reduction would need to be implemented. As of April one, the regulations changed to one fish per person per day, and that fish has to be between twenty eight and thirty eight inches in length, a slightly narrower slop, meaning that an angler can likely do a lot more fishing and catching without getting a fish between the twenty eight and thirty eight inch mark to take home. Being as I have never fished for a striper, thought it best to go to as near a local source as possible. Meat eaters own Joe Sirmellie. Joe says, it's depressing enough not to be out striper fishing right now on a boat with my law abiding buddies, So to see these poachers get caught with such a huge amount of undersized fish feels like an incredible punch. Given the present situation, I'd be happy to catch one salty striper right now, just for a morale boost. I give a Mountain of credit to the New Jersey Conservation Police on this bus though. Not only are they still out there doing their jobs in the middle of a pandemic, but it sounds like they worked for this one. To track a small boat that's zipping around at high speed in the dark with no running lights to a private dock takes effort and dedication. I hope anyone else that thinks that they can bend the rules because fewer people are looking during the pandemic take notice. Thank you, Joe, And yes, that is how these poaching sons and guns were initially found out. They were operating their boat at night without running lights, moving from known fishing spot to known fishing spot. Officers use their knowledge of the area to hone in on their private dock. Max fine for an undersized striper can be one hundred bucks. The fishing violations add up to twelve thousand, eight hundred dollars per angler. Additionally, they were cited for unsafe operation of a vessel, operating a power vessel without valid registration, and failing to have appropriate vessel safety gear. Fishing gear was also seized for evidence, and the conservation police officers will seek forfeiture due to the severity of the violations, the seized fish were released to the Atlantic City Rescue Mission. According to the New Jersey Division of Fishing Wildlife released to the Atlantic City Rescue Mission. That's funny. Breaking law is not, especially when it involves taking from a resource that is hurting. Next up, Houghton County, Michigan resident defended his home with a chainsaw when two persons, one of which carrying a weapon, invaded his home. Yes, to those of you who sent me the story, I would like to thank this man defended himself and his home with not just any saw, but a dependable steel chainsaw, perhaps the MS three six two C, a classic gas powered brew with a modern computer that fine tunes and calibrates that saw so you don't have to that' saw will run smooth and sound beautiful, whether you were staring down a season's worth of firewood lanks or a couple of drugged up home invaders in your garage. That's a hot tip for you. Lastly, from the law enforcement desk, Dave Spain wrote in and tipped me off to this quote. Good pinch by the Wildlife Wardens. In Oklahoma, a landowner heard two gunshots from what he thought was his property. When he got to the location, it was indeed on his place. He found a pick up speeding away, which he got a picture of, as well as turkey feathers, blood and shotgun casings. The local warden was alerted, evidence collected and the vehicle from the landowner cell phone picture turned in. A suspect and suspect vehicle were found and called in the next day. When the suspect was contacted, he was told to turn himself in. This next part is directly from the Oklahoma fishing game and I find it good stuff. After several minutes without a phone call from the suspect, Warden Blackburn was contacted by Roger Mills County Deputy Joey Bales regarding the suspect vehicle driving in Cheyenne, Oklahoma. Warden Blackburn was in Cheyenne at the time and hurried to his patrol truck to catch up to the suspect. As he ran to his truck, the suspect vehicle drove past him. Warren Blackburn was attempting to catch up to the suspect vehicle when a cell phone rang and he noticed the number was from a non resident caller, Warren Blackburn realized it was the suspect, and he instructed the caller to pull over, which he did. Warden Blackburn's subsequent investigation uncovered more than twenty six separate violations among the four men in the suspect vehicle. Warren Blackburn was assisted by Deputy Bales and Oklahoma Game Warden Clinton Carpenter in the investigation and sorting through all the evidence, including parts of nine turn keys. The alleged violations included the following hunting without landowner consent, hunting with the aid of a motorized land conveyance as in a vehicle, shooting from a public roadway, unlawful possession of wildlife not lawfully taken, removal of evidence of sex prior to check in, failure to check in wildlife prior to processing. All four suspects were cited for a total of twenty six violations totaling twelve thousand, fourteen dollars and fines and court costs, and all evidence was seized. That's uh an expensive Turkey trip for the record. Swift action there in Oklahoma game wardens never sleep. One more fun thing I would like to point out is that instead of just saying turkey poachers caught. On the news release, it states nonresident turkey poachers. Now it doesn't matter if you are, let's say, a fly angler who typically looks down on bait fisherman or vice versa. When the subject of non residents comes up, those two anglers will be on the same side. They have common ground and pushing their great doujure toward non residents. Here in Montana, for instance, growing up, we always complained to high hell about Washington and California license plates in the state during the good times of hunting and fishing. Who knew it would take COVID nineteen to finally add any validity to those remarks. Jumping over to the anthropology desk in what is becoming no big surprise, Neanderthals were not stupid. We just can't come to terms with that. In a recent article published in Ancient Origins, a team of researchers working with the University of gotten Gen established the reliance on seafood such as muscles, crabs, and fish for some Neanderthals. They even ate marine mammals like dolphins and seals. What this team tries to establish is the link between all the vitamins and minerals stored in seafood, giving Neanderthals a brain boost. For example, only three ounces of scalop provides eighteen percent of the recommended daily dose of vitamin B twelve and zinc, as well as three hundred milligrams of omega three fatty acids. So you know, because of that ingestion of seafood, Neanderthals were able to draw and paint on cave walls, as well as make ornaments and things not directly related to survival, which if you think about your own family tree, or maybe into your friend group, do you maybe know some folks that really just eat meat and potatoes every day? I do? Those people seem just as artistic and no more solely focused on survival as do my friends living on the coast annoyingly sending me pictures of piles of freshly consumed muscles and crab remains. We just have this inability to see Neanderthals as anything other than less than to Homo sapien. We used to think that Neanderthals could not have hunted, they just scavenged. Turns out they likely organized and killed elephants as wooly mammoth. We used to think neanderthal and capable of complex thought. We just recently discovered what is likely the remains of woven cordage, which oddly enough goes really well with some stone tools that just would not have worked out well without rope. But Neanderthals were not smart enough to make cordage. That ability is reserved for Homo sapiens. One of the oddest things to think about is we assume such little cognitive ability to the Neanderthal now in modern times, but we all know of what our ancestors thought of them, because our ancestors occasionally bred with them. Just look at Joe Rogan. Another compelling argument for the brain power of a Neanderthal is how much time we spend talking about how darn smart dolphins are. If dolphins were that smart, how did neanderthal's edom. As Stephen Ronnella puts it, eventually we're going to find something truly remarkable and modern related to the Anderthal. The discovery will be shocking, yet characteristically downplayed, something like what's that, Oh, that's a bicycle made by a Neanderthal. It's not very good. You know, they have slope brows, right, Modern studies associated with vitamin B twelve intake during pregnancy show that children produced with high levels of B twelve think a bit faster, up to twenty seconds faster in some studies, which this paper points out if placed historically, a twenty second delay and in a life and death situation would be death. Stupid Neanderthals. Makes you wonder how the modern cognitive study was conducted. I'm sure the subjects didn't have a mammoth foot above their heads. That's all I've got for you this week. Thanks again for listening. If you're liking what you're hearing, please tell a friend or two. 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