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Big mule deer are some of the toughest, most prized trophies out West. They live from the desert to the mountain peaks and everywhere in between. They are wily and have great instincts to stay one step ahead of hunters. Big mature bucks learn how to survive and have a knack for making the right moves at the right times. Depending on the time of year you hunt, the bucks will be found in different locations and have different habits. Each season will take a different set of tactics to consistently harvest good bucks.

Locating a giant buck is going to be your biggest challenge. You have to learn and dissect the unit you will be hunting to consistently locate mature bucks. Now each different season you hunt the bucks will have different behaviors and have bucks hanging in different locations. I consider the early season to be August 15 through September 15. You guys that have read my writing know I love this season for high country mule deer.

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The final season is the late season. I consider this season to be November 1st through January. These are awesome hunt dates and if you are lucky enough to draw one of these tags, you are in luck. Big muley bucks will be rutting this time of year and they drop their guard. They travel tons of miles and can be found in the sage brush winter range or on the faces of the big mountain peaks. Find the does this time of year and you will find the bucks.

This time, though, there's more to the movie than Eastwood's schtick. Siegel is a first-rate action director ("Coogan's Bluff," "Riot in Cell Block 11"), with a knack for directing violence so that it's more exhilarating than disturbing. And his writer, Albert Maltz, has laid a human and funny story on top of the obligatory Eastwood scenes so "Two Mules" is successful on a couple of levels.

The long-eared leaper won the Pea Ridge Mule Jump competition in Arkansas on Oct. 10, beating Radar, a perennial jumping champion from Henley, Missouri. Pea Ridge is one of the biggest mule-jumping events in the country featuring an unusual sport that's drawing new fans every year.

Unlike horse jumping, where riders steer their running steeds over fence barriers, mule jumping is done riderless. A jumping mule is allowed to take one step before launching itself up and over a bar that easily breaks away if the mule hits it too hard.

Clancy gets a workout too. With lead rope in hand, he brings Sadie up to the bar, rocking her back and forth three times to concentrate energy in the mule's muscles, like tightly compressed spring steel. With a staccato "Get up!" Clancy exhorts Sadie to leap, kicking his own right leg into the air for effect.

"At Pea Ridge, we won at 64 inches. But the crowd got me going and we turned around and jumped 66 inches, just for show. If you've got a mule that can jump 66 inches you've really got something. I'm pushing for 70 inches this year."

Clancy has an affinity for mules that goes back to his days as a youth living on a farm operated by Boys Town of Missouri in St. James. He participated in the annual trail ride from St. James to Springfield, where mules pulled covered wagons filled with at-risk youths.

Although mules have a reputation for being stubborn, Clancy said that with the right training and care they can be quite submissive. Mules, which are a cross between a male donkey and female horse, are smart, attentive and hard-working animals, he said.

In the hands of a capable trainer they also are gentle, endearing creatures. No doubt Clancy's favorite is 17-year-old Cool Hand Luke, a dark-coated jumping mule so well-tempered that Clancy has taken him inside TV and radio stations, into school classrooms, jumped over home plate at Springfield Cardinal's games, and taken elderly riders on trail rides.

Journalist Rinker Buck wanted to find out. He and his brother Nick hitched a covered wagon to mules and set off to retrace what's left of the westward path traveled by thousands of 19th-century pioneers.

One of my sisters says that Nick was "born out of century." We would have problems with the harness where it was rubbing the mules; Nick would pull out some used leather that we had and repair the harness. The wheels would break; he came up with incredibly imaginative solutions to fixing that. ... I call him one of the great team drivers of his generation. And he is. So when we got to these very rough parts, where it was very perilous to get the wagon up and down the mountains, Nick was great at the driving.

Several years back, while I was living in Montana, I met a dude that lived down the valley from where I lived by the name of Chris Auch. Chris is an avid bowhunter with a particular passion for antelope and mule deer hunting. I knew Chris had a knack for getting close to critters on his bowhunts, but one video that is currently creating a lot of buzz in the hunting world shows just how good Chris is at the stalking game. Chris and my buddy, Heath Helgert, of H2O Productions were mule deer hunting in Wyoming when the incredibly close encounter went down.

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As Marilyn copes with hot flashes and a husband who seems to have lost interest in her, she begins to second-guess herself and reconsider all that she has held sacred. "I just don't buy all the testimonials by the experts who claim that mature love is more comforting than romantic and that as time passes it's childish to think you'll feel the thrills of romance like you felt in the beginning," she says. "A tremor every once in a while would be nice." In the midst of an argument with her husband, she confesses that she's running out of steam. "I'm also tired, Leon. Tired of being the mule that carries the burden for everything and everybody in this house." Like Zora Neale Hurston, to whom she gently alludes in that passage, McMillan seldom turns her focus from the immensity of black women's labors. There's little doubt that black women often carry their communities on their backs; what adds to that substantial weight is the frequent failure of their beneficiaries to appreciate their efforts. Because McMillan has enough faith in her readers to forgo the temptation of spelling everything out for them, she wisely illustrates this tragic inequity primarily by showing instead of telling. Although Marilyn offers occasional and comparatively mild comments to this effect, she is mostly shown performing tasks for her family rather than lecturing them (and us) about all she has done.

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The thing about education is that it relies first and foremost on being able to retain information, but it is the knack of being able to do so that provides the biggest challenge says Stephen Hancocks.

More permanent materials such as stone might have their place but then again, chipping your lecture notes into large slabs of Portland or marble takes time, dedication and at least a hardy mule cart if not a 4x4 to get your daily scribings back home. Although my erudite guide to nomadic illiteracy also pointed out that the Chinese had invented the photocopier thousands of years before Xerox by having stone tables with various types of wisdom chiselled on them from which a brass-rubbing-type copy on parchment provided an accurate and portable version of the original. Some people are too smart for their own good, don't you think? Besides, he'd have had to read that in a book wouldn't he?

The book includes the history of corn management and the role of mechanization. Some clarification is needed in a section on hand harvesting: Clampitt suggests that multiple harvests of field corn were necessary since plants ripened differently. In reality, my 90-year-old Dad reports, a single harvest occurred when all field corn ears were mature. One was necessary because wagons pulled by mules knocked over corn plants as they rolled through the fields. But, indeed, sweet corn was often harvested as the author suggests. I easily can forgive this and the one or two other small discrepancies.

That was something I figured out quick- with hardly over a dozen photos it was likely premature to go lookin for critiques. Y'all didn't bat an eye though, without even a question to how serious I am toward photography you folks have brought valuable insight to the table I hardily appreciate. Truth told- half of what I've posted so far came from the archives, pictures taken at gatherings and what not I never dreamed would be seen by the public. I've just found myself with time to shoot again, look forward to capturing scenes the way I see them. Never spent much time taking pictures like that before, so the way-back files didn't hold much worth posting.

Y'all over in Appalachian country, now that's a place a man can go and feel at home real easy. We call the Ozarks home, some fine hills and hollers round here, but the "Ozark Mountains" in truth can't really hold the title "mountains", especially against those your kin live in. Now I can't claim knowing any pot farming in these parts, but if a man twisted my arm hard enough It could be told that I might be able to lead him to the general vicinity of where there could be found a working still. Maybe... ?

Anyhow, I do try to polish it up a bit when I'm 'in public' like this, but I am who I am and if a man's ashamed of that he's got fair amount of soul searching needs done. I usually read back through this type of thing before I hit the all powerful "submit", make sure I put all the g's on the -ing's, try to cut the y'all's and y'ens where I can, try reading sentences like I was someone from outside the holler- the bottom line is I ain't from outside the holler and sometimes what I've got down there is just the best way I know to say my piece!

Lastly, it would seem oxen prove a might more high maintenance thana tractor. Most family round here still keep a mule or two on hand though, and one man in the holler still breeding them. I remember more than one time a tractor going on the blink and we'd harness one or two up to keep the field moving while we waited for the tractor to come back to life. They each have their own kind of reliable, machines and critters do. 2351a5e196