00:00:09 Speaker 1: From Mediator's World News headquarters in Bozeman, Montana. This is Kel's We Can Review with Ryan kel Kelly in now Here's Kel. Till Mua County, Oregon is now known for two things, one the great song by Todd Snyder titled Tillamoa County Jail, and most recently, the death of a sixty six year old bow hunter named Mark David. Mark had shot and wounded a bowl and chose to leave the animal overnight. Leaving an animal overnight is a tough decision to make. A hunter is put in this situation when they are either unsure of the hip, the point of impact, the depth of the arrow you just don't feel great about it, or when there is just too little sign specifically blood, too little blood to confirm your good thoughts, and maybe darkness is closing in. The reasoning is let the animal quietly succumbed to its injuries, as opposed to feeling the pressure of being tracked and fleeing on adrenaline. The longer the tracking job, the more room for mistakes. The more mistakes, the greater the odds of losing the animal. This is not an easy decision to make. A hunter worries about the welfare of the animal and the possibility of spoiled meat. But once you snap a cap or release a string, that animal is yours until you can determine it is going to live another day or it's ending up in cold, clean packages in your freezer. The next morning, John, accompanied by the landowner, found his ball alive. The animal charged him, impaled him with his antlers. At least one of the wounds was to the neck, and despite the land owner being on the scene, John the bow hunter was killed by his bull. To say this is a rare circumstance is an understatement. I know of a few instances of hunters being surprised as animals seemingly come back to life on them, one or two stories of hunters actually being hurt by these animals, but no first or second hand accounts of hunters being charged and gored by a bowl of elk and dying from it. Bull elk can grow beyond the eight hundred pound mark, but this bull, a five by five, was likely somewhere in the six hundred pound range, despite not being as big as a bull could be. As our good buddy Joe Rogan would tell you, it is still a forest horse with swords growing out of its head. But still more hunters are hurt by literally the horse they rode in on than the bowl they went after. Antlers are bone, they're hard, and the points are sharp. I personally know many more hunters who have been hurt by elk as the elk rolled down the ill stone, deb the antlers incidentally hitting them as they attempt to wrangle the elk or deer down the mountain. I'm sure our hunter Mark was scared when he realized the bull was not going to stop. On top of that, he had the feeling that the bowl he shot had suffered all night. My only hope was that maybe part of him thought positively as the bull charged, that maybe this bull was going to make it. Of course, we'll never know. Oregon State Patrol investigated the incident and the meat from the animal was donated to the Tillamook County Jail. So if you are walking the fine line of the law on Tilamuk County right now, wouldn't be a bad time to get booked into the clink food wise, that is. After all, todd Snyder only got a phone call to tile and All and four gray walls closing in this week, cast nets, high tension lines, sky fit and so much more. But first I'm gonna tell you about my week and my week and this podcast, as you know, is sponsored by Steel Power Equipment, steel makers of handy indoor outdoor tools such as pruning shears for the garden and for breaking down upland game birds, waterfowl and fish collar removal, electric chainsaws that can balance and rattle along inside of your pick up all hunting season long, just in case you may need it for that tree blown down over the road that could prevent you from getting to your hunting spot, or maybe just a little firewood gathering, maybe even let's say, zipping a tidy line down the spinal column of a buffalo or something. Whether you use it or not, it won't leave your rigs smelling like oil and gas and you won't run the risk of nauseating. You're spoiled sensitive bird dogs or I guess kids for that matter. And uh, speaking of bird dogs, as everyone also knows, at this point, I've been work in with a now four month old snort, my future bird dog, been reinvigorating my waterfowl and upland bird brain, doing a bunch of research, burning some fuel and tire tread looking at spots where I won't interfere with other hunters while working a new dog, and hopefully still getting some birds. Stumbled across this place here in Montana that has a pretty interesting story. It is a closed basin, meaning there is no definitive output. It fills based off of snow runoff and rain. It's an intermittent wetland, prairie pothole situation, absolutely chock full of life. Incredible spot migratory birds of many species as far as the eye can see. The story of this place is interesting in the fact that a big set of power lines were built and they intersect what is sometimes a lake. According to a biologist I spoke to, when those power lines were built, thousands of migratory birds died. That sounds pretty extreme, you might say, but listen up. Birds would strike the wires, then fall dead onto the lake. They would then fester and blow in the summer sun. Avian boculi is um, which is a disease that can be present and low lying stagnant Marsha's and sometimes other water types, was present. Avian boculi is um is commonly spread through maggots, and that's what happened here. These dead floating birds turned into rafts of maggots that became infected with botuli is um. Then other ducks and shore birds started eating the boculi is um infected larva. These birds started showing signs of paralysis and eventually died. The power company has since put up reflectors on the cables which helps deter birds from colliding with them, and they cut a check for a boatload of cash to help create what is now a waterfowl refuge in a state wildlife management area. Now Here are two things to note from this one. If you can say raft of floating maggots infected with botulism and it doesn't turn your stomach a bit, you're a stronger person than I am. To the current administration's revisions to the Migratory Bird Act, which is something I've mentioned many times on this show, well, what is now a beautiful wildlife management area likely never would have happened if this high voltage collision maggot rafts scenario were to play out next year under the Trump administration's revisions. The energy company that stretched the power lines across the marsh could have chosen to not do anything, not put up reflectors to deter collisions, not help replace the wildlife they killed by helping fund a state management wildlife area. Remember these are migratory bird deaths, so it's not just Montana wildlife we're talking about. That's not fair. You might say, that's just wrong, that's not being a good neighbor. All of that is true. But under the recent Trump provisions to the Migratory Bird Act, if this company didn't intentionally mean to harm migratory birds, then they don't need to do squat or squawk, I might say. Anyway, Another thing that is interesting here, As I mentioned, this is a closed basin that is largely based on snow melt. Low snow years equal low water years. Sometimes this basin runs dry. In fact, it was told to me that in the past, during these dry years, the lake was noticeable for miles away as the exposed alkali flat would be whipped into the air in a white cloud. I mentioned this because changes to the Clean Water Act have lifted the protections for intermittent, non flowing potholes just like this one. I gotta bring this up because you know I need to. These are examples I never knew existed, and they're in my own backyard. Start looking at those informational signs near you, specifically where you hunt and where you one day want to maybe take some kids to hunt, and I bet you'll find some examples too. And yes, these are the fun things I think about as I am out scouting for birds. Ignorance is bliss right, I'll hate it with one more thing I've kind of been noodling on here. As I mentioned, I'm still picking up the occasional walleye. Based off of a recommendation of a real live midwesterner, I started using a combination weedless bottom bouncing weight called a Lindy rig, a barrel swivel floral carbon leader, and uh, this thing called a slow death hook baited with a nightcrawler. The slow death hook, aside from a maccabre name, is in fact kind of a horrible thing. It's a kind of contorted, twisted bait hook that you thread a nightcrawler on. A nightcrawler is bigger earthworm. For those of you who don't know, the nightcrawler, as I observed many dozens of times, does not enjoy this process. Just so you can grasp the full effect. What I mean by thread, what I'm saying is the tip of the crawler meets the tip of the slow death hook. Then you manipulate the wriggling and unwilling crawler in such a way it to skewer or impale as much of it as possible onto the hook. All of this is done so the crawler has some action to it, some spin down there on the bottom. And I started thinking out there on something unrelated, which is how much I despise that I don't know defense or I didn't know, rather, especially when it comes to like fish and game violations. But in the case that Earth is invaded by some super intellectual force of earthworms at some point, and the lives of humanity hang in the balance of our ignorance of the sentience of earthworms, that's all we've got, you know, We just didn't know, which seems to be the officer problem. Moving on to the every popular law enforcement desk. Two Emola Key, Florida man used a cast net, which is a net that you throw out by hand, right, a tool folks used to catch bait fish. But these two men used it not to catch bait, but a man trying to break into their vehicle. The two men chase the would be thief and subdued him with the toss of the cast net until the proper authorities could arrive. The thief was unharmed, by the way, because you know, a cast net is a dangerous weapon. Nothing to laugh at. Folks drowned themselves trying to catch their bait every year. The thief is lucky he was breaking into cars on dry land. This incident brings up a very good point about the innovative ways of outdoors people, a point that was illustrated to me by one Sally Thompson of West Glacier, Montana. You know that song Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Well, there's this notion that although there are some good qualities, even admirable traits, associated with someone who bucks the trend of full and steady employment and chooses to not make much of a living money wise, is not someone to bring home to mom and dad, not somebody to grow up to be. This isn't just limited to cowboys, of course, as this sentiment is used in regards to basically everyone who makes their living in the guiding community or seasonal employment. Community even well. Sally Thompson made the case that guides are exactly the characters you should marry, as they are generally very capable with very little. They can make do when the circumstances are poor. You forgot the frying pan, no big deal, will make skewers over the fire. Forgot the guts the percolator pot, No big deal will have cowboy coffee, hatch a hole in a boat or a tent, or even on you. No problem, I'm on it. And what's more, they'll get that tip at the end of the day because despite all the difficulties, everyone made it through smiling. I think that is illustrated pretty darn well here. I'm not sure how there were no other ways of apprehending this individual, but this Emola key fishing duo may do with what they had and channeled their inner gladiators by tossing a cast net over a fleeing crook way to represent the outdoors community. Moving on to the Yellowstone Park beat and no nobody played chicken with the bison this week. However, James Izell was driving his Chevy Tahoe through the park near Mammoth Hot Springs when a park ranger approached him due to the fact that he had large tree branches with pine cones attached to the top of his vehicle. As most, hopefully most park visitors know, you can't take stuff from inside the park. Upon further investigation, Hazel stated that he was almost done with a three week tour of many national parks. D S Officer, you may further inspect my vehicle, although you may find some things that are definitely not taken from national parks. Let's pause here and just state the obvious. As anyone who has ever been in trouble knows that when you get caught clearly breaking the rules evidence in hand, you don't say, but hey, don't pay attention to this other stuff. That stuff was definitely obtained by not breaking the law. Inside the vehicle, ten large pine cones were found, five pine cones with seeds, five large pieces of petrified tree, sixty three rocks, a black and blue feather, a live plant with ruts still attached. Um, let's see what else. Seven pounds of marijuana, a bag of silocybin mushrooms, five thousand dollars in cash, two handguns, another bag of marijuana, and of eight pan containing th HC. And we aren't talking the Hunting Collective podcast people. His l told the officer that the marijuana was purchased in a state where it was legal. And here's another note for you future want to be lawbreakers here, no one to be quiet. You're just not gonna do yourself any good by pointing out one thing on a long laundry list of illegal things that could possibly not be illegal if in fact, there is a state that allows for the legal purchase of seven pounds of marijuana, and on top of that, you weren't currently sitting with that seven pounds of marijuana inside a national park where possession of marijuana and any amount is illegal. Um, you know they're not gonna like that anyway. Next time you get stopped behind a long line of cars at a national park, think of this story and it may make sense as to why someone is so intent on taking a picture of their five hundred bison or ground squirrel that they would block two lanes of try affic to do so. Zell could get five years in prison and five hundred thousand dollars in fines. If in fact he gets the maximum, I'm sure you'll be able to see his Yelp or Google review of his park experiences. Shortly, I'm sure this is the type of character who will actually leave one. Moving on to the UFO desk. Our next story is out of Michigan of a pretty fishy flying object. And because I can't make this stuff up, here's the real headline from the Miami Herald live fish falls from sky and Tennessee gets hit by car, then gets stuck in bumper. I know what you're thinking, what are the odds of a road kill fish? That's kind of like foul hooking a desert tortoise while bottom fishing. Before we get to that important question, let's figure out what the heck happened in East Tennessee. According to a Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency Facebook post ed, Linburger was driving near watts Bar Lake in Kingston, hundred and fifty miles east of Nashville when a white bass fell from above and got stuck in his front bumper. According to the agency, they've seen a lot of wild life struck by vehicles, but never a fish. The prevailing theory is a bald eagle dropped the fish during a mid air battle with an osprey and Lineburger's car just happened to be the landing spot for the lost prey. Strikes me funny that the working theory involves a mid air battle, not just some poor bird losing grip of their fish. Anyway, despite how crazy this might sound to Lineburger's insurance company, wildlife seems to fall from the guy more often than you'd think. Twice in the past ten months, drivers in Tennessee reported red tailed hawks falling from the sky. Why they were being strangled by snakes. Seriously, snakes. If you live in Mexico, this story probably isn't all that surprising. It happens so often that cities like Tempico have a saying Louivia de pass, which translates to rain of fish. Didn't teach us that in high school. Spanish scientists believe that fish can get sucked up from oceans or lakes by tornadoes that touched the water during a storm. These water spouts carry the fish towards land and eventually tossed them down on local residents. Water spouts have been documented from California to England, but it's unlikely that's what happened in Tennessee. But you know that doesn't mean you shouldn't heat up the grill, grab a stick butter and look to the sky. There might just be some tasty flames headed your way. I mean, there's hope anyway, a chance, and you know that's all people are looking for when they're fishing. Continuing on, a bald eagle went all top gun on a government drone over in Michigan. When they're not struggling to keep hold of their prey, it seems they're a national emblem can be found savagely ripping the propellers off of government survey equipment. According to the Michigan Department of Environment, Great Lakes and Energy, the incident happened near Escanaba in the Upper Peninsula area of Michigan last month. And everyone knows Escanaba from that strange Jeff Daniels movie Escanaba in the Moonlight, which oddly enough has some unexplainable phenomenon type action in it. And I'm not talking about day ker Line in Google's past these or any of that other you per stuff anyway. Environmental air quality analyst and drone pilot Hunter King was using the drone to map shoreline erosion. As the drone was heading for home, nearby eagle watchers saw a baldy strikes something in the distance. King had no idea what happened, except that it looked like quote, a really bad roller coaster ride on screen, the d j I Phantom four Pro Advanced drone plunged into the lake and was never seen again, costing the taxpayers about nine hundred fifty bucks. But why did the raptor go all Maverick on that drone? There's no way to know for sure, but maybe he felt the need the need for speed. All right, I admit that's a horrible joke, so let me just end on an even better bad joke. The Department of Environmental, Great Lakes and Energy, like all things government, has its own acronym, which is e g L E. And according to E G L E, a two thousand nineteen US Fish and Wildlife Service survey stated there are eight hundred forty nine active bald eagle nesting sites in Michigan, and that's up from a low point of only seventy six sites back in the nineteen seventies. So you could say that the e A g L E s are showing the E G L E who the real b I our d s are, and that's worth much more than dollars to meet. Moving on to the retiree desk for the most heartwarming fishing story you'll hear this year. We all know that nursing homes across the country have been getting hit hard during the COVID nineteen pandemic. Older residents are particularly susceptible to the deadly virus and many have been trapped in their rooms for months. Naturally, some nursing homes are getting creative with how to entertain their residents. In Russellville, Kentucky, Creek Wood Place Nursing and Rehabilitation was able to pay back all the grandparents that took us kids fishing over the years with an innovative day of angling. By teaming up with tractors supply company, Creekwood Place was able to get a tank, some stock fish, some no harm hooks and bait. Residents looked overjoyed to be hauling the large catfish out of the oct tanks without having to leave their residence. Of course, when Creek Wood shared the news on Facebook, some commenters weren't all too thrilled to see fish baited and hooked for fun, Because yes, there is no innocent joy that can't be crushed inside of an Internet comment threat. But in sweet redemption, there was plenty of positive reaction to One user wrote, I never thought watching people fish could make me cry, but this certainly did. Whoever wrote that obviously has never been a fishing guide. What could have made this event all the more engaging and inspiring watching these old folks toss these fish on the grill and make dinner for their fellow residents. Yeah, well, it turns out the fish were taken back to a local pond later that day. I'm sure when a resiliency of this pandemic improves, grandparents will be taken their grandkids to catch and you know, maybe release those fish all over again. Good Anya Tractors supply in Creekwood Place Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. That's all I've got for you this week. As always, thanks for listening. If you want to send me straight or most importantly, tell me what's going on in your neck of the woods, please do by writing in to ask Cal at the meat Eater dot com. That's a s k C A l at the Meat Eater dot com. 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