In 2004, I married a girl from a wonderful family.  A family, however, with next to zero hunting experience.  My wife, Shanna, was accepting of my passion for the outdoors, but I think it would have been a stretch to say she was understanding.  That first year of our marriage, I shot both an elk and a deer, and when Shanna experienced her first taste of venison rolled in flour and fried in butter over a hot skillet, her interest in this hunting business seemed to pique.  In 2010 she went so far as to buy her first deer tag.  We found a babysitter for our one-and-a-half year old and spent the day looking for a buck.  It was a mostly disappointing hunt. The area we hunted was littered with people, and when we finally found an area to ourselves, the rain came down in a steady, ‘soak-you-to-the-bone’ drizzle.  It wasn’t the best of experiences for someone on their first deer hunt, so I was pleased, and even a bit surprised, when Shanna expressed a desire to hunt this year.

We now had a 4 month old to go along with our 2 ½ year old, and finding a babysitter was not easy.  My mother, excited that Shanna was interested in hunting, volunteered to give up a day of her hunting season to watch the kids.  This would be the day that Shanna would get hooked on hunting.  We found an area to ourselves and proceeded to run into deer – and most of them bucks – constantly throughout the day.  We ran into the familiar problem of Shanna, being new to using a rifle, having problems finding the deer through the rifle scope.  The rifle we borrowed didn’t quite fit her right, and each time we would get on bucks, she struggled to find them through her scope. I was getting anxious, but Shanna declared at the end of the day, that that day had been the most fun she’d ever had while hunting.

The next week we were grateful when my mother volunteered to watch the kids again.  Our day started out slower than the week prior, but we did  run into a couple bucks and, unfortunately, experienced the scope issue again.  I was impressed that Shanna kept trucking with me all day long for two Saturdays.  We had put a lot of miles on our feet in difficult country.  For the evening, we sat at the edge of a likely feeding area.  Shanna had a dead rest and we got her comfortable looking through the scope at the opposite hillside.  When two bucks appeared on the hillside, she was ready.  She waited for the larger of the bucks to turn broadside and stop. And waited. And waited.  The bucks were putting the distance between us while never offering a good shot.  When they finally turned and stopped, I judged that they were pushing 300 yards away. I told Shanna to hold right on the back and squeeze it off.  I kept my eyes glued on the buck through my binoculars.  When the rifle barked, the buck melted to the ground – I let out a shout of excitement!  She had done it – this girl from a non-hunting background that several years ago had never heard of a 6mm, the rut, forked horns, or any other hunting jargon.  I snapped the distance to the buck with my rangefinder – 327 yards! She hadn’t said much since pulling the trigger and I wondered what thoughts were going through her mind.  But when we reached the buck – her buck – and she sat beside it, a giant smile spread across her lips.  Perhaps this was the beginning of her immersion in the hunting culture, or perhaps you could say it started when she married an outdoor junkie from Idaho, but whatever the case, her smile told me this was not a one night stand.

Check out that grin - Shanna's first buck.

Shanna and I with her first buck.

Holly’s story, ‘So, a bear walked into a restaurant…’ brought to memory an experience a little closer to home.

An elderly lady, Nelly,  who lives not to far from here, was living in a house which had a solarium on the full south side of the house.  From the solarium there were doors and windows that lead into the main part of the house, most notably into the kitchen and the living room.  One day Nelly was in the house canning, and when she hears noises, she looks up to see a bear staring back at her from inside the solarium, 12 feet away.  She then starts to threaten the bruin with every threat an elderly little lady can threaten, but it seemed only to entice the blacky all the more.  He then started pounding his paws all along the windows and when he got to the screen door, hit on it.  He wasn’t the brightest bear in the world or he would have noticed that every time he hit the door it opened a few inches as it was only held shut by its spring.  By now, our lady seeing this, was getting quite frantic and ran into the living room only to have the bear run to those windows and start pounding on them.  Gaining a little sense, she picked up her phone and called the neighbor.  Fortunately he was where he got the call, grabbed his gun and headed over there half afraid of what he would find when he got there.  While she waited, Nelly continued this strange little dance with the bear, to the kitchen, then back to the living room and then return to the kitchen.  She wanted to keep him busy on all fours so he wouldn’t happen to hit the screen door again.  Finally the neighbor came tearing into the yard and when Nelly saw him she went charging out the side door shouting ”shoot him, shoot him”. 

When the nieghbor was able to get her cooled down he explained to her, “I can’t ma’am, he’s inside your house.”

She appreciated the fact that the bear liked her canning, but she just didn’t like the way he looked at her, and even at her age that was still very important.

With thoughts running in this vein, I got to thinking back on an incident that Sue and I had with a couple last year.  Its quite obvious we are not only dealing with their professional sides at times, but also their very human personality side as well.  So in that sense we have to give them a little room just as they give us a little room to be human at times.

 Interesting county, flat as a table then you come to one of these!

Sue and I were down in the south central part of Idaho doing a little scouting two weeks before archery antelope season opened.  We knew it was illegal to set up blinds over water holes two weeks in advance so we didn’t even bother bringing one.  We had one hole about two miles off the highway pinpointed but then we got to looking it over and wandered if we came in from another direction if we could cut that distance in half.  About half an hour later found us driving in from another direction and we were happy to see our thinking was right.  We had come up to a gate and rather go any farther we decided since we found out what we needed we’d just turn around and head back out.  Just as we were turning around we saw another vehicle coming from about a half a mile on the other side the fence.  As I looked in my rear view mirror I thought, “wow those guys are in a huge hurry as they were going way faster then they should.”  About that time they got to the gate, a guy jumped out and opened the gate and the pickup never even bothered to pick up the gate opener and then the lights came on and I realized we were the subject of their interests.  I stopped and the gal come barreling up behind me, slammed on the brakes, jumped out and come running up to Sue’s side of the pickup.  Now Sue has never been suspected of anything bad before so she was really shook up and this lady biologist lit into us pretty heavy.  Finally her partner come puffing up from opening the gate, and listening to the conversation, you could see he got the picture real quick.  There was a blind set up on the pond (illegal), there was no name or address on the blind(illegal) and we were the suspects since we were coming that way, then turned around when we saw them.  Madam biologist had us pegged and wouldn’t back off, but her buddy tried to help her save face.  Finally when everything settled down and Sue explained we were looking for a place we could get close to for her 79 yr old dad who had a broken leg, he even said to give him a call on his personal cell phone when we were about to make the trip down as he felt he had a couple places that would work.  A couple weeks later we tried the cell phone number and sure enough, it was for real, and he was for real and gave us all kinds of information.  Nice guy going beyond the call of duty.  But I can understand the tight rope they walk and maybe they would rather disappoint us by not being to precise with their information, rather than give us information that doesn’t work out.  I don’t know.

 Our water hole!

What I do know though, is they came up on Sue’s side of the pickup so they were very aware who the suspicious and dangerous person in the rig was.  And to think I have lived with her for 36 years and never realized it till then!!

 She does look a little criminalistic doesn’t she?

Sue was the one carrying the tag,  and I was along to eat the noon sandwiches, and Zack, our eleven year old friend was along to show us what young legs and lungs are capable of.  Zach’s parents are not hunters but Zach picked up the bug somewhere as he was one enthusiastic puppy.  I had been wanting to take him for some time but it seems like it never was the right situation.  Looking back I can’t say this was ideal either but it worked just the same. 

Zack was a trooper – his first hunt and he found there are a few things out there that are just as dangerous as the bear we were hunting.

The snow was a problem alright as it seemed to have chased all the bear back into the sleep mode.  I don’t think any of us had a lot of expectations when we saw the snow, but what the hey, we’re ready to go so lets do it.  The last we saw Tom and Todd they were sitting under some bushes doing some calling.  Us three were about a half mile away and still in ear shot of the calling when we round a hill side and there is a coyote at 356 yards and going away from the calls.  I’d say he had been educated because he took one look at us and was out of sight within two seconds.  When we got to the point where there was 8 inches of new snow over the top of old drifts we decided maybe we should just call this a picnic outing and have lunch.  By the time we started hiking again the snow conditions were deteriorating and the overweight dude (me) starting breaking through, so my eyes started wondering pickup way more then looking for wildlife.  I can still go down hill quite well so that worked out fine.  I could almost keep up with Zack. 

Our pickup is at the base of the far ridge.  We were just going through the head of this draw and even though it doesn’t show the steepness, it was pretty.

On the way down we ran into about a dozen turkeys so that was rather exciting.  I saw one set of tracks head over the hill the other way so gave him a crow call and sure enough he wanted to talk turkey.  Played with him a bit before we continued on down.  We hit the pickup at 4:00 PM and 2/3 of us were totally beat but Zach was still going strong.  We did see a huge flock of turkeys on the drive out and they had it figured that they were safe for another 10 days before that season starts, so they did some real parading around for us.

I never cease to be amazed what I find out there.  These little buttercups are growing on a verticle stone wall four foot up from the snow level.

We enjoyed the day, especially watching the enthusiasm of Zack out there making new discoveries.  Hopefully we can have him along again, only when there might be a little more action involved.  I also had fun telling Zack where I had run into bears in the past and of course all the stories that go with them.  The family gets a little tired of hearing these stories so its kind of nice to have a fresh new pair of ears along.

I had to look this up to make sure it was the description I wanted… and then had to look up adroitly( this always happens to me!)

adroit (a droit’) adj. Skillful or clever in performance; quick to grasp and execute; resourceful; deft.

…and that pretty well sums up how the elk handled us poor inept humans on this elk hunt!

 Thank goodness this wild elk chase took place in some of the most breathtaking backdrop the eyes will ever feast upon… and the other elusive creatures that live there would dance in and out of this backdrop, keeping the interest  pitched to a high level!

Here’s the video that explains it all!

This whole subject never entered my mind until Terry over at Women’s Hunting Journal wrote a product review a month or two ago.  Since then in watching outdoor shows I’ve given the subject matter a little more notice.  I’ve found it kind of a source of humor to watch fashion become a bit more important than the actual hunt.  Have you seen a young lady in stalk mode camo’d from top to bottom with the ear rings glittering in the sun light? No wonder its never been of interest to me as the hunt is why we are out there and to make a hunt successful shouldn’t the most important things include practicality, comfort, usefulness.  This I understand leaves the door wide open because there are hundreds of ideas on what would determine this.  But some of these clothes that are coming out are obviously fashion first.  That’s fine, but please don’t call them hunting clothes.  Maybe lounging around the lodge or house clothes, but not hunting clothes.

Sue and I just got back from spending a week in eastern Idaho bow hunting elk from a tent and several times I found myself ribbing her about her fashion statements in clothing.  She definitely puts usefulness ahead of looks, but when its zero degrees out you have a tendency to do that.  She also likes to haul along everything that she may need to use (I talked her out of the kitchen sink) so she can appear a bit balky at times.  She is a fan of wool in wet and cold weather which does not compliment a ladies figure, but she’s never hesitated wearing it.  I got to looking at her one day and recognized the wool pants as a pair I had bought for myself when we first married and the first time she washed them they were no longer my size.  Her wool shirt I have no idea where it came from.  I remember wearing it one time but I think she had figured out by this time how to make my stuff, her stuff. 

 Now here is a real classic.. it was about 4 degrees above zero, wind was a blowing and we had the ATV out doing a little scouting the evening before our first day hunt.  Nice hat – its camo though.  Carhart bibs she chose ahead of the camo coveralls I bought her, because of fit.  The coat is the only thing that kind of looks in place – not real flattering, but its all practical I’d guess.

  I asked her about the camo outfit and the white hat.  Her answer was when an animal saw her crouched in the sage brush she wanted to look like a snow covered rock.  Can’t argue with that as it looked pretty convincing to me.  That Camo coat I believe was the 6th layer.  Not real fashionable, but effective.

 I may not survive putting  this picture in here, but this is her lodge (tent) get up.  I’ll have to agree a little, that some of this could stand some improvements.  But even in the tent the temp wasn’t real hot at times so I sure wasn’t going to argue with her comfort level.

 I had to go back and see how fashionable she was on her deer hunt and got some more chuckles.  I believe she bought the pants (yeah, they are guys, but they fit better then mine do on her) and she likes them.  But that shirt I remember twenty years ago when it fit me. O how we change.  That vest is the remains of a long sleeve shirt I had, she actually makes it look pretty good.  I believe she wears it for the extra pockets.  Can’t forget the hat from Wal-mart, it says Remington on it and since she has a grandson named ‘Remington’, thats fashionable enough for her, and Mr. buck didn’t seem to mind.

I’m sure the industry in its infancy has gotten a little carried away with looks and fashions, but hopefully it will start leaning a little more to practicallity, usefulness, and comfort in the field wither its in the desert or in the mountains of Alaska.  There’s a lot of ladies out there that are serious hunters and they do deserve a little more attention when it comes to their clothing needs.

Seriously, I’m hoping some clothing manufacturer is able to make me apologize for this because then I’ll know we have arrived already.

We have three grandsons under the age of one so we are getting some first hand lessons about the process of learning to crawl, to walk, to hit the mouth with a spoon, you name it.

I'll have to say one thing about the misses, they were all on the same level!

All this was going through my mind the other day when I was walking out to do chores.  As I walked by the green metal gate panels I noticed three little holes in the bottom rail.  Then I noticed there was another hole in the middle rail and a bit to the left.  I was contemplating this as I fed the stud and headed back to the gate when it all of a sudden hit me that that gate was in line with our archery targets.  Now I knew Suz had had a bit of a problem with target panic awhile back because she doesn’t hide her frustrations well, but to her credit she had hung in there and conquered it.

This surprised me, the power behind these arrows that they would penetrate clean through the metal gate.

By this time I was chuckling under my breath as I hooked up the water hose to start the water to fill horse tanks.  I screwed the hose on the faucet and lifted the handle and proceeded to get a shower of water all over.  With a little more detective work I strung the hose out behind the targets and sure enough, it matched up in line with the target and holes in the gate.   I thought back of the first time she shot a bow three years ago when she missed the target by three feet at ten yards the first three times she shot that thing.  How many arrows she has shot since I could never guess.  All I know is I kept buying more arrows.  Since then she has taken a couple of big game animals with her bow and she keeps reporting in so I know she is still shooting.

I think if a person tried all day to get an arrow to stick in hose, he may have a challenge on his hands.

Todays report went like this.  “”I only shot four arrows today.  The first at 20 yards was 1/2 inch to the right.  The second shot at 30 yards was a half inch low.  My third shot was from 40 yards and was a half inch to the left, and my forth shot was from 50 yards and it centered the bulls eye, so I quit.  I figured if I tried to improve on that I’d somehow mess it up.”   I sure wasn’t one to argue with her about that.

So if we go through anymore trials of target panic or twitchy fingers, I’ll be happy to keep buying hose’s and gate panels as she pays the price of time and dealing with the days that get frustrating.  Its just a pleasure to me to see all her efforts and determination has given her a few rewarding experiences.

All spring and much of the summer we had been watching deer cross through our barnyard on their way to and from the alfalfa fields. There were several nice bucks in the bunch. At first I thought I wouldn’t want to go after a deer right in our backyard… but as the elk season was coming to a close and we still didn’t have any meat to put in the freezer, I began to look at  those deer as fair game! So for the next two weeks, I began the quest to put meat on the dinner table. It seemed at first that it would be a simple staight forward hunt… but I soon found that these deer were not tame… nor were they dumb! If I sat by the gate near the Russian Olive trees in the morning, they’d show up over by the horse corral, 200 yards away. So I’d switch and sit by the horse corral… they’d show up over by the Russian Olive trees. This is the way it played out , morning and evening… until it had dwindled down to two days left in the archery season.

At this point I had given up trying to use any kind of stratgem and was just hoping for a doe to come by haphazardly. The season would end on Wednesday… on Sunday evening we were relaxing in the easy chairs when I happened to glance out the window and could just make out the shapes of deer in the fading light. They were gliding through the barnyard on their way to the thick Russian Olive trees. There were two does, two fawns,  one spike, a forked horn , and a decent three point.

looking out the window we saw the deer pass through just at last light of the day.

I tossed and turned most of the night, visions of those deer dancing through my head. Gary got up at 5:00 for his morning jog.  I sat munching my cold cereal, arguing with myself over the futility of trying to intercept one of those deer… finally disgusted with the argument, I put my spoon down, plucked my bow off the rack and headed out to the horse corral!

After about an hour of shivering in the cold morning, the faint light of dawn began to bring shapes into focus. I’d been staring for some time at the dark line of trees when I realized the faint outline of gray was a deer! I was so sure that the does would show up first that it took awhile to register on my brain that the deer was the nice 3 point buck! I soon made out three other deer farther back in the shadows. They were about 70 yards away, and feeding very slowly toward me. I had brought the video camera, so decided to focus on getting some footage of the deer to calm my nerves and occupy my mind while I waited for them to feed within bow range. There were two fawns in the bunch and they began to jump and play, chasing each other around the sage brush… it was a beautiful sight… Then things got a little dicey as a forked horn came up my side of the ditch, seemed to catch my movement and penned me with his eyes for what felt like an eternity! He finally decided the movement wasn’t threatening and began feeding about 17 yards away. I had hoped to get an opportunity to take the 3 point… but it looked like this little forked horn was wanting to end up on our dinner plate! I figured I’d have to take him if he kept coming, for he’d soon see me and bust everything wide open. I was waiting for him to turn broadside, when suddenly he threw up his head and stared up the hill for a few seconds. then turned and jumped across the ditch and disappeared down the other side. I eased back down from my knees and glanced up the ditch bank hoping the 3 point was still there. He was… still calmly feeding, unconcerned. Mouth dry and palms sweating I put the range finder on him… 28 yards… very doable… but he was quartering slightly toward me. Heart pounding, I watched and waited… I felt transfixed as I saw him slowly turn and present a perfect quartering away shot! All the universe seemed to go into slow motion… I drew, anchored, settled the pin, squeezed the release…thwack! Instantly everything sprang into fast forward, deer bounding away, disappearing over the side of the ditch bank… then total quiet. I sat stunned… the emotions overwhelmed me. I felt sure the shot had gone true, and I was so grateful! I finally got up on shaking legs, still flooded with emotion…

as I began to walk toward the spot I’d last seen the buck I caught movement from the trees and saw the forked horn coming back up the ditch bank towards me! It was very interesting behavior he displayed,,, he’d walk towards me staring straight at me, then turn and look back in the direction he’d come. Farther out in the field I saw one of the fawns prancing around in one spot looking intently at something on the ground. The grass was too tall to see, but I was hoping it was my buck! I didn’t want to spook the forked horn and fawn so I just stood and waited for them to lose their curiousity. They finally wandered off, and I went up the ditch bank, finding good bright red blood! I followed the blood to the edge of the tall grass and looking through a little opening in the grass spotted the yellow and green fletching of my arrow, and a gray shadow on the ground! Even though I was quite sure I’d made a good hit… the relief flooded through me…

A good sight to see...

Curious little forked horn

I'm glad I got footage of him ...what a beautiful deer he was!

Now the work began! I had never field dressed an animal without Gary’s help, and I wanted to know that I could take care of it if I was all by myself… so I rolled up my sleves and dug in! Two and a half hours later, tired, bloody and sweaty I had all the meat in the house ready to proccess… it was a very rewarding feeling! Very similar to the feeling you get when all the vegtables and fruits of the garden are harvested,and preserved for wonderful feasting during the long cold winter.

Fruits of the labor!

This might have been  a backyard hunt…. but to me it was filled with excitement being the first deer I’ve taken with a bow… and the first one field dressed without anyone there to help me! It had all the elements of a high adventure!

Sue’s Gear:

Diamond Razor Edge Bow Packages
Bushnell Yardage Pro Sport 4 Rangefinder

Trophy Ridge Quick Shot Whisker Biscuit Arrow Rest

Team HuntingLife.com Date-9/12 and 9/13

Opening Weekend Opening morning and the weather was not what we had hoped for. Temps on Saturday morning were in the 60’s and 100% humidity. Terri Lee was hunting and since Kale was working Joe Sharp took over the filming.

Oma and Opa picked up Tali Friday night, (she was not happy) so we could head out early in the a.m. Tom is working so he can’t watch her. Joe and Amy had supper with us and I took my last shots with the bow from the garage rooftop. Everything is ready. All my clothes have been washed in scent killing laundry soap and placed into a tub with cedar and pine boughs, even my underwear and socks. I am going all out after that big buck.

 4:20 the alarm goes off and I am not ready to get up. 2 nights without sleep, due to excitement, had me dragging. 4:25 I am out of bed and into the shower. We are going to be chasing after a big buck that we have seen on the trail cams, but not this a.m. We are doing a trial run at the apple tree stand. The big buck has been coming in early evening and we do not want to spook him but I do want to get some jitters and bugs worked out. We see two small bucks and a doe as we thought we would.

I head over to pick up Tali and go home for some much needed rest and later a change of babysitters. Auntie Nicky picks up Tali at 4:00 p.m. Tom will get Tali back after work and meet me back at home, after hunting. Into the shower again, as it is so hot and I am so sweaty I have to become scent free again. Joe picks me up at 4:30 so we can head into the stand early. It is so still and muggy.

We take the wheeler in at 5:00 and bait the stand like we did the night before. We have been running the wheeler in every night at 5:00 for 2 weeks picking up trail cam pictures trying to pattern this buck. We are hoping to get the deer used to the wheeler noise also. Joe returns the wheeler to a remote spot while I get set up. We get settled in sweat pouring off of us.

Around 6:00 we have a visit from a pesky bear. We have only seen him in here once on the cameras and he picks tonight to show up. He does not want to leave. It is getting closer to the time we have been patterning our buck and we want him out of there. We start throwing rocks from our Grab-it bag. We put it in the stand earlier just in case something like this would happen. We never hit the bear but Joe almost took me out as his rock ricocheted and nearly hit me in the head! lol. He should have had that on camera.

Joe finally decided he was going to get down and chase the bear out. (I was going to film because I knew this was going to be good!) When he stood up to get out of the stand, the bear finally walked away. He was not happy he huffed and puffed as he sauntered off.

Nothing more came in and we headed out at dark, planning to return the following morning. When I arrived home, supper was waiting for me. I have an awesome husband!

9/13-My husband Tom is home this morning so no need for babysitter. Joe picks me up at 5:15 again. We head into the stand in the dark. Not much happening this morning. We think the bear has changed the dynamics of things. Weather is still very humid and warm. We pull the trail cam pictures and head home to review. We want to know how long it was before the big buck returned last time, after the bear raid. He had been back the following day. That was good news and we were hoping he will make an appearance tonight.

I Head back home for family time, a nap and another shower.

 5:00 p.m. Joe and I head back to the stand again. Same routine. Joe drops me off and ditches the wheeler. We get settled in. It is probably close to 80 degrees just slightly less humid than last night. The air is very still though, no breeze. Around 6:00 we have a small doe come into the bait pile. She hangs around for a short time.

 We can hear something coming in from behind us and circling around. Through the limbs I can see the deer and I get a glimpse of horn. My heart begins to race slightly. If the pattern we have seen is true, the 9 pt will come in, followed by the big buck. He finally steps out head down and I can see it is the 9 pt. He looks up directly at us. We don’t move a muscle.

The mosquitoes are biting my cheek and back of my neck but I know I cannot move. I know I am not going to take this one but if we spook this him, the big one will not show up for sure. He continues to look at us and then moves back into the woods and comes around at a new angle. At one point I thought it was the big buck coming in and my heart was jumping out of my chest. I took some long, silent deep breathes to try and compose myself. Then it felt like my heart totally stopped. I thought maybe I had had a heart attack and just hadn’t fallen over yet.

The deer kept staging for quite some time, coming in part way and then retreating. He finally departed, and it was pretty dark in the woods by now. We never spooked him and I don’t think he knew we were there. I didn’t realize until I talked to Joe that it was the 9pt all along. The big buck didn’t come in and we will not be back to hunt there for a few days. We will be checking the trail camera, though to see what he is up to and work on a plan from there. Later in the week I will be filming Kale. Stay tuned for more!

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Well it is finally official. The “Battle of the B.O.W.â€� contest on www.Wisconsinoutdoorsnetwork.com will be aired on the Sportsman’s Channel in Jan. 2010. We will be filming our hunts starting Saturday the 12th of Sept. up to the start of the rifle season in November.

 10 teams from Wisconsin will share their stories and hunts for 13 wks. Fans will be asked to vote for the Team they like the best on www.Wisconsinoutdoorsnetwork.com.

Terri Lee Pocernich of CampWildGirls.com and Kale Williamson will be representing “Team HuntingLife.comâ€�. Both are on the HuntingLife Pro Staff and looking forward to battling it out with a great group of guys and 1 other gal.

 Hunting season will be a little different having 2 people in the stand this year. We have been working hard to get all of the stands into the trees. We have done a lot of scouting and think we are on to some great bucks.

The show will air on Tuesday nights at 8:30, Friday mornings at 6:00 and Sunday nights at 4:30. Please join us on our journey through the “Battle of the B.O.W.â€� I’m sure it will be quite entertaining!

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