Duneman101

What a bruiser!!! I would love to have a rug like that on the wall! nice buck Ruko!

So i finally got back from idaho, got me a good one, had an awesome time got to see some of gods country and hang with the old man for a bit... Story first even though i know none of you will read it, because you only like pictures... Anyways left early friday morning packed to the hilt in my old ford. My old man and the others in the hunting party got there a week before me and based on past experience in this area i figured they would all have an elk and a nice buck hangin in the trees, pulled up and there were none, appearantly the hunting had been very bleak and i will get to the reason for this in a minute. we went and sat on a hill friday night and didn't see anything moving, saturday morning we hit the hills hard, the weather wasn't cooperating at all, we didn't have any snow and we were in Tshirts by noon so it was lots of hiking and pushing trying to get the deer out of the timber, none of which was successful. finally we decided we needed a new plan of attack, there were only 4 other hunters in the area but we decided to get as far away from them as we could. sunday morning we packed up the snow mobiles and drove as far as we could with the truck then hit the trails on the sleds the roads in were about 50% mud and 50% snow and there was a big storm coming our way, so a long arduous trip with overheating machines finally came to an end at spike camp. 17 miles as a crow flies according to GPS from base camp. we saw good fresh signs all over the place, lots of big bucks, does, some elk, and even a moose. we waited out the rest of the day know that the sound of the snow mobiles probably woke the dead, the next day was in the low 50's by noon again, so lots of hiking, we caught glimpses of animals way off in the distance, but nothing close enough to shoot. the storm hit monday night we got a good 5 inches of snow, hit the game trails early, but there were very few traces of animals, well except for the mangy freakin wolves... we figure a small pack moved through the three drainages we were hunting, we could identify at least 3 different dogs based on the sizes of the tracks, but there were probably a lot more... funny thing is that they were road hunting, we saw the majority of their tracks on the road, but the second they cut a track on the road they followed it into the trees and were soon joined by their brethren. we hunted hard this day and didn't see a single critter track that wasn't headed out of dodge. that night we got a couple more inches of snow and headed out real early, to our dismay there was only one track to be found and it was the moose, as far as we could tell from 10 hours of hiking and scoping the moose was the only one to stay. we decided the next day we were going back to base camp so at least we would be comfortable in the wall tent and have a crapper to use. We packed our stuff back on to the sleds to head out this time was a lot nicer because of the snow we had on the roads and trails. we only cut the tracks of the lonley moosed and a bunch of rabits on the way back to base camp, 17 miles and not a single shootable animal crossed the road in the back country, it was depressing. anyways we got the sleds back on the trucks, the country was still so beautiful that we couldn't be that upset. with the truck loaded up we headed for lower country, about 2 miles into that my step dad says grab yer gun i see a buck, as i raced past the front of the truck, i could see the darkened outline of him and his horns sitting at the bottom of a very very steep hill, laying in bed dead still at about 100-125 yards, straight down. he wasn't moving, my old man screamed SHOOT!!! i took a calm deep breath and let it fly at the boiler room, the buck only flipped over onto his back, the shot was true to it's course but went high and spined him, really after cutting him and freezing him today i don't think i could have wasted less meat without shooting him in the head. plus i am just glad he didn't run further down the hill, it took 3 of us nearly 5 hours to pack him up the hill, i can honestly say i've never slept better in my life than wednesday night... we continued to hunt till thursday night, with no more success. crossed the path of several different big cats in the area. got to follow the tracks of a momma kitty training a kitten to be a big game killer too, it was pretty cool. i wish i had better pictures but my disposable camera was more of a POS than ever... i am glad i have the memories at least and i can at least share these with you. Base camp; this was our 10ft and 16 ft wall tent hooked together, the 10ft had our home made shower and kitchen, the 16ft was our sleeping quarters, plenty big for 5 guys. this was some of the back country road into the back country the geese were flying by in droves loaded sleds leaving spike camp, we had to use sticks and ropes to extend the back of the sleds to allow for the needed gear. living quarters were a little cramped and cold at spike camp dedication to the cause this was my final prize, i am really happy with him. I am a meat hunter at heart so the head gear is just a big bonus, but i am completely happy, he's 24 7/8 wide, 4x4 with eyegaurds. my step dad was tickled pink seeing me get another buck this was the long drag up hill, the pic doesn't do it justice. a few fresh wolf tracks...you can see how big it is next to the foot print of my size 11 Sorrell snow pack boot, they are huge this is hard to see, but this is a big cougar track with a smaller cougar track inside of it, a young hunter learning the ropes from big momma, we would see these tracks all over on the roads a lot to, they would walk the road, cut a track and take off after it into the timber. and last but not least for you gut pilers!!!

Three guys were sitting around talking about how good they were, An Italian, a Frenchman and a Redneck: The Italian says, "When I've a finished a makin love I go down and gently tickle the back of her knees, she floats 6 inches above the bed in excstacy." The Frenchman replies "That is nothing, when I've finished making love, i kiss all the way down her body, and then i lick the soles of her feet with my tongue, and she floats 12 inches above the bed in pure excstasy. The redneck says, "That aint nothing. When I've finished porkin the ole lady, I git out of bed, walk over to the window and wipe my weiner on the curtains. She hits the effin' ceiling!!!!!"

real nice man! thats fuckin awesome! I've turned my attention to ducks and geese for a month! I am going to Northern Idaho for a deer and elk hunt the first week of November!

cool deal man! looks like fun stuff. I am assuming you are the big white guy in the pics, you look just like a cop!

I am gonna go find a kitten to step on, just for that comment!

These BIG Bastards were caught hanging out in my brother inlaws back yard again, very nice now that the velvet is gone, there is one big boy in the bunch that gives me a woody.

Well then hopefully darwin was right, and when the douche bag that takes this seriously does drive drunk he only kills himself

Please, take care of yourself. A recent joint study conducted by the Department of Health and the Department of Motor Vehicles indicates that 23% of traffic accidents are alcohol related. This means that the remaining 77% are caused by assholes who just drink coffee, carbonated drinks, juices, yogurts, and shit like that. Therefore, beware of those who do not drink alcohol. They cause three times as many accidents. This message is sent by someone who worries about your well being.

good deal Madjimmax... thats awesome. sunday was the end of our regular archery season, i am hunting the extended areas later in the year when it gets cold enough to push the deer down a little... damn things are sneaky, this bow hunting has been wierd, with a rifle i could have taken 24 good looking bucks by now, but trying to put the sneak on them up to 50 yards is ridiculous...

I am guessing this also caused you a major amount of emotional distress about the deer too! JK MJ you're cool! I was flyin down the edge of a corn field behind my house on my old ATC 110 when i was about 12, had a deer jump out of the corn and broadside me, basically tackled me right off of the 3 wheeler, luck for me the ground was pretty soft on the other side, her back legs tangled with three wheeler, it dragged her to the ground. She got up pretty dumbfounded limped around for a second and bolted back into the corn field. no one would have ever believed me if my little sister hadn't been on a sled behind me that i was dragging her on. she was pretty shook up about the whole thing, still gives deer a funny look.

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MJ you are such a freakin hippy, you make me laugh. This is my first year bow hunting, i've been a gun pureist my whole life, so this ought to be an adventure. I am shooting an older Golden Eagle set at 53 lbs, carbon feather arrows and i will be rockin the muzzy MX-3 this season, if i like this bow hunting thing i will be picking up something a lot nicer this spring. I've got a nice 4 pt (8pt for you eastern folks) that has walked right under my stand 3 times this year... wish me luck for saturday morning.

do you still have torrs or the park brake? Also check all your wiring for bare spots that maybe grounding.

WOW dude, that sucks i hope he gets the bike back, and he shouldn't have to give anything to get it either, but thats damn cool that he has that kind of respect and reverence for it.

Pro's: So i bought a couple things off ZillaFreak (AKA Little Dicky Nicky) it was packaged nicely came in the condition i expected and he shipped it fast, the price was also killer! Con's: He stuffed the box with a bunch of old homework, not interesting homework either. I would have preffered popcorn or porn... especially considering i sent the MO to him in a tasteful card, that i stole from the USPS!

i hoped you'd enjoy it.

That’s what I’m talking bout Willis! RIP little buddy!

no, there isn't back pressure from the nonfiring cylinder, that is stopped by the reeds, as far as 1 35 mm carb acting as two, it's probably close but i don't think the pull is quite enough to equate to that, remember that the cylinder is pulling the length of the intake tract, and remember that the fork in the intake is putting air/fuel into two tracts not just one, i am no scientist, but i would be inclined to believe that a good portion of the air/fuel mix is heading down the right tract at the right time, but probably not the entire amount.

Mine was doing the exact same thing... the stator checking out fine, so i swapped it with my buddies. it cranking just fine now, i just got the new one in the mail yesterday. It is probably the stator.

T&N????

I know, it's suppose to rain thursday to saturday, like 40% chance every day... i hate rain, but it's fun because the sand is nice and hard, and only the real duners are out there. hope to see ya out there. PS my name is brandon, i always feel dumb walking into and unknown camp and don't know anyones real name.

Hey guys here is what i have, if you have some jetting advice maybe even a starting point that would be great. I am running a newly dune ported (heavy emphasis on mid) stock stroke stock bore cylinders, pro circuit pipes, trinity 2 into 1 intake with a PJ 36mm and uni pod filter, shaved head .030, and +4 timing... running av gas mixed with klotz at 32to1. My elevation is 4500 to 5000 ft above sea level. My other bike is a full dune drag with t5s and two pj34mm and i am running 160 mains and can't remember the pilots... where would you start, i have never messed with one of these 2 into 1 intakes, i would just go out and start way rich, but i am going to be short on time considering i am headed to the dunes tomorrow night and i am still waiting to install a new stator because mine got fried. PLEASE HELP!

where are you located?

Climbs got it right, I like to put a little grease on the o rings because it helps them stick in place then i hold the spark plugs and put the head on, it's hella easy.