Deer Hunter Reloaded Hack For Bucks, Gold Energy
Mufid Bonnet
However, Deer Hunter Reloaded also has its share of limitations. For most players, the items that make gameplay more worthwhile can only be purchased by gold, which is infrequently earned and can only be practically obtained using real-world currency. Moreover, the energy limit prevents the amount of time one can spend playing the game. At the end of the day, Deer Hunter Reloaded is probably suited for casual gamers looking for a reasonably made free shooter with good graphics. The costly nature of the better guns is probably a detractor, as are the energy limitations, but for those who are content to fire a few shots while waiting for a train to show up, Deer Hunter Reloaded is an excellent game.
Deer Hunter is not this best game if you are looking for really good shooter games. All the game is about is you as a hunter shooting deer and other animals. There are certain easy and hard challenges to advance to another level. If you win, you can get stuff like "Hunter Bucks" and experience. Thats all the game is about. If Glu Games comes out with a new update that makes the game more fun, maybe I will get a better perspective on the game. Overall, the iOS version of Deer Hunter is way better.Thanks for reading my input Glu Games.
For the fella that can handle the recoil and doesn't mind spending the extra money on ammo, the .300 Win. Mag. is arguably the best worldwide big-game cartridge there is. For such a hunter, it's a better choice than the glorious .30-06, just because it carries more energy downrange and shoots a bit flatter. Plus, the .300 Win. Mag. excels with long, heavy, aerodynamic bullets that hold on to velocity and buck the wind beautifully, making it capable as far out as a good rifleman can keep his shots in the vitals.
I've said that a good .300 Win. Mag. teamed with a reliable .375 H&H sets a hunter up to hunt any game around the world. But if you're not a world traveler, there's a better way. Pair a reliable .338 Win. Mag. with a fine, accurate deer rifle in 6.5 Creedmoor, 6.5x284 Norma, or .280 Ackley Improved, and you'll be well equipped to hunt anything that walks the North American continent.
Past 200 yards the faster .30s begin to edge it out because they carry more energy, but in the hands of a skillful rifleman the old '06 is ideal for deer, antelope, caribou, elk, and moose out to 300 yards or so. And, yes, many deer and elk are taken well in excess of that each year. I'm not saying that it can't do it; it's just that past 300 yards there are cartridges that do it better.
While many deer and more than a few elk fall each year to Hornady's ultra-accurate 140-grain A-Max 6.5mm match bullet, hunters are better off with a bullet actually designed for terminal performance on big game. Choose a 120- to 143-grain version that your gun likes for use on deer and pronghorn-size game. Should you wish to push the 6.5's boundaries and hunt elk-size game with it, opt for a tough 140-grain bullet designed for controlled expansion, such as a Nosler Partition or AccuBond or a Swift A-Frame, or a homogeneous Barnes 120-grain TTSX or Hornady 120-grain GMX.
Living in Montana is a dream for western hunters like Petersen's Hunting Magazine's Joe Ferronato. While there are plenty of whitetails, mule deer, pronghorn antelope, and elk to chase each fall, success comes with a price as Ferronato's truck gets coated with dust, mud, fast food wrappers, and even blood and hair after a big game tag is successfully punched. To keep the truck looking, smelling, and performing like the important tool that it is, Ferronato relies on Star brite's Xtreme Clean all-surface cleaner and degreaser to keep the truck ready for a trek into the mountains and woods or an evening out on the town.
HI-TECH HUNT.... Six of us were drawn for theNortheastern California X3B-Zone 1997 deer hunt. It was a veryinteresting and fun time. The early party of three drove up onThursday and arrived in time to setup camp. We scouted the huntarea Friday, the day before the season. I mounted my Garmin GPS45XL unit in the truck and was going to drive all the roads inthe area so we could download the tracklog data on all of our GPSunits, using the laptop. Yes, this was a Hi-Tech hunt, withcomputer, ham radios, and GPS units. That way we could stay awayfrom the roads when we wanted to and get to a road when we neededto. I have the Garmin software that allows you to store the dataon the laptop and download to other units. On the first road,about half a mile from camp, I spotted six deer. There were fivebucks, a 3x3 and four forked horns and one happy doe that wasgetting some attention. They were not spooked at all. I watchedthem and called my buddies on the ham radio and told them what Isaw. The deer moved over to a tiny bunch of quaking aspens andstarted attacking them with their horns while one buck wasaccommodating the doe. It was a regular rub area. Well, the otherguys arrived and the deer were still there. We didn't have goodenough camera gear to get any pictures that showed more thanspecks for the deer. Finally, after about 30 minutes total, theyall walked away. Our spirits were high!
I decided that this was a good time to get some backup while Ireclaim at least the hams and head of my deer. I also wanted somewittiness to verify what had happened. About 2 hours later weassembled all six hunters and went to recover my deer. We foundit easily with the GPS fix. The mountain lion had not returnedand we took pictures of the buried deer and the lion tracks. HereI am about ready to pull the buck out of the dirt pile.
Having grown up having the run of several adjoining farms and woodlands and surrounded by all male cousinsand young uncles, I must admit I grew up quite a "tomboy"! By age nine, I could run as fast, jump asfar, shoot a pellet gun or throw a knife as well as they. Although I'd been safely "re-feminized"over the years, it seemed natural that I still be included in a few of their hunting trips -- this one, duringBow Deer Hunting season.
Exhausted by the bitter cold and fruitless near-dawn(!) to near-dusk trekking along snow-less northwoodstrails, we dragged into our tent-camp early, added warmer jackets, and began stowing gear and cleaning up. Thesecond team of our seven-person hunting party arrived mere minutes after us, reporting even worse luck thanours: they had not even seen a deer this whole first day! We sat as near the fire pit as we dared, scrapingthick layers of mud from our boots and speculating in low, weary voices how best to achieve success on DayTwo.
I was one of two eyeglass-wearing members of our party and, in lifting my head to reply to a question from myyoung nephew for whom this was a first hunt, I picked up an image of "something moving behind me" onthe inside of my left eyeglass lens. Distorted by the lens' corrective curvature, it took me a startled momentto identify it as a deer.
My first thought was to whisper, "Everyone freeze!" and let a more seasoned hunter take a shot, butI realized everyone had loosened their bowstrings and secured their arrows -- except for me! ...One thing Iwas unable to do easily was string/unstring the sixty-pound bow I'd borrowed -- I had to do it "kiddie-style",stepping through and using my full body weight to adequately flex the bow and I wasn't about to let my malecompanions tease me about it, so planned to wait until they'd retired -- which looked to be any moment now --and was dawdling over cleaning my boots.
Considering this, and almost without further conscious thought - and while continuing my answer to my nephew'squestion-- I reached discreetly past my extended right leg, caught an arrow's fletching between my fingertips;and, in one unexpectedly fluid motion, managed to secure my bow, transfer it to my left hand, nock the arrowas I brought the bow into position and rise and pivot on my left knee. Seeing the confused animal's eyes fixon me and its ears twitch in my direction, I too-hastily pulled and let fly -- yet put an arrow cleanlythrough the base of his neck.
The camp went silent. I thought I'd missed -- the deer continued his small, tentative steps toward our camp.Then he opened his stance, staggering like a newborn to keep his footing; took four- five more steps towardus; and finally sank with unbelievable grace to his knees, neck extended as if still straining forward ...thendied looking up into the eyes of my sixteen-year-old nephew who now knelt beside me with his back to thefire.
I only vaguely recall the celebration, carcass-dressing, etc. which followed; but will never forget exactlyhow it felt to make that kill, to hear -almost feel-- my arrow thunk into that solid body.
And neither, I guess, will my nephew forget that near-dusk shared adventure; the way the light faded from theanimal's eyes; the way its every breath produced a smaller cloud of mist -- to this day, nearly twenty yearslater, he will carry only a camera into the woods each year....
The evening of September 28th brought me excitement thinking about how many large bucks roamed the privateland I would be able to hunt the next morning. It has taken me 4 years to draw a tag here in NorthernColorado; a place I have taken smaller bucks, but dreamed of more. Jerry, a good friend of mine, told me of alarge antelope buck he had seen a week previous while working cattle on horseback. The land here is seeminglyflat and you wouldn't think a mouse would be able to hide here...but you'd be wrong. This area holds some ofthe largest mule deer and antelope bucks in Colorado. Just 2 years ago, some friends of mine killed 2 largemule deer bucks 10 miles east of here. The first a 7x7 with a 32.5" inside spread, and the other a 9x6non-typical with a 5.5" drop tine on the right antler 33" inside spread.
First Varmints
by Dave in Texas
It rained all last weekend; couldn't hunt anything. I got to thinking about my first varmint huntingadventures. I was the great locust [Cicada] hunter at the age of six. I hunted almost every Summer day. I useda Daisy BB gun and shot these critters out of the trees and feed them to the ducks. Soon the ducks figured outthe plan and upon seeing me with the gun or hearing the first shots, would come on the run.
Sometimes a locust would not be dead as it fell from the tree and would continue to make a lot of noise. Thisnoise occasionally would continue even after a duck had swallowed the locust whole. This noise would now becoming from inside the ducks neck [craw]. Other ducks would now chase this duck, thinking that he was holdinga locust in his mouth. Of course he didn't understand why all these guys were chasing him and sometimes it wasone hell of a rodeo. I've been told that it was quite a sight to see the barefoot kid in the bib overallswalking around with 6 or 8 ducks, all looking up in the branches of the cottonwood and pisselm trees.
After nearly 50 years, dozens of rifles, thousands of prairie dogs, hundreds of coyotes, a few fox and bobcat,numerous deer, elk, antelope, one mountain lion, and a bear, on rainy days, I remember most the BB gun, thelocust, and the ducks. Funny.