You're not gonna' believe this! This little guy is incredible. I saw it at SHOT and am really looking forward to reviewing it. SpyPoint, IMHO, is at the front of the pack with innovation! Just amazin! 

Trespassers and criminals beware! YOU are being watched. Steal my stuff, my cameras, whatever you want. Take my SD card out my camera... I still got ya! By the time you find my camera or take my card, it's too late, I've got your ugly mug, caught in the act, in the form of an 8-megapixel photo! You're done victimizing hunters, homes and people!

Here's why it's called Tiny!

Here's what SpyPoint says about it!

Protect your images from loss and theft with the new SPYPOINT Tiny-W game camera.  The Tiny-W includes a unique, separate “Black Box” radio receiver that receives backup copies of the images captured by the game camera.  The ultra-compact Tiny-W is only 4.5” x 3.5” x 2.7”, so it’s easy to conceal anywhere.  Choose from video recording mode or multi-shot mode takes up to 6 shots in a row.  Take crystal clear 8.0 megapixel color images and 640 x 480 video by day.  At night, 38 powerful infrared LEDs allow recording of black-and-white images and video.  Seven zone detection sensors are fully adjustable from 5’ to 50’.  Date, Time, temperature and moon phases are stamped on each photo.  Store footage on removable SD/SDHC cards as large as 32GB or output through USB or to a TV.  View all images on the Tiny-W’s 2” viewing screen. Runs on 6 AA batteries or a rechargeable lithium pack(not included).  The Tiny-W includes Black Box receiver, 12V/solar panel power jack, mounting strap, USB cable and video cables.

SPYPOINT Tiny-W Game Camera.........................................MSRP $299.99

SPYPOINT Tiny Game Camera only (w/o Black Box Receiver).... MSRP $199.99

They've got some other great trail/game cameras at www.SpyPoint.com!

Watch for my review of the SpyPoint Pro-X Plus camera. I'm hoping to review the Tiny-W camera soon as well!

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2009 Mathews DXT PACKAGE

70# 27-inch draw + 1/2" D-loop = 27 1/2" Total draw.

TruGlo Tru-Site Super Slam 5-pin Camo sight with TruGlo Ultimate Rheostat Sight Light

Ripcord Arrow Rest

Apex MQX-Nano 7-Arrow Quiver in Lost Camo with magnetic Quick X Connect

RedHawk Peep Sight

ProString Premium Custom String in "Lost Camo"
Extra set of (original) Zebra String/Cable with less than 1 dz arrows put through them.

Mathews DVD, Ball Cap and Decal - all original and new.

Pack of 125gr Shuttle T-Lock broadheads.

$700 + $25 shipping via PAYPAL or $700 cash in person.

Here is original pricing:
Mathews DXT = $859.00
Super Slam Sight = 129.99
Apex MQX-Nano Quiver = 74.99
Ripcord Arrow Rest = 109.99
RedHawk Peep Sight = 19.99
3-Pack of 125gr Shuttle T-Lock Broadheads = 39.99
Extra Zebra String/Cable = 69.99
TOTAL OF SETUP IN 2009 = $1,303.94

SAVE OVER $600 off of retail!!!

PM me!

Not your draw length? You can find cams on Ebay for a great price but I'd be careful about buying a bow on there. Cams were running about $45 on Ebay last I checked.

This is a fast, quiet, great bow! Great kinetic energy!

IBO RatingUp to 326 fps
Axle-to-Axle29.75"
Brace Height7"
Draw Weight 70 lbs
Bow Weight 3.75 lbs
Let-off 80%
" Draw Lengths24" - 30" Half Sizes24.5" - 29.5"
String/Cable Length = Zebra Barracuda String 86 1/4" Cable 32 1/4"

Email me at kevinr@just-hunt.com!

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Bow Man won the NAP Nightmare broadheads. If you're over here, you've got 48 hours to pm me at Just-Hunt with your mailing address.  Congrats!

It's not over, we'll do another one in a couple/few days. Got more stuff!

Congrats Bow Man!

Kevin

www.Just-Hunt.com

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Get to Just-Hunt.com's forum, sign up and pick a number between 1 - 100. The number will be drawn at midnight on Wednesday night. Closest to the number wins. Whatcha' waitin for?

http://www.Just-Hunt.com   CLICK ON FORUM

Good luck!

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Hey y'all!  Check out the link for a free ThermaCELL lantern!  Buy one, get one free!  Can't beat that! 

Anyone who has ever used ThermaCELL will tell you it's coolest thing since shaved ice!  I have never had a mosquito bite using ThermaCELL and I hunt some pretty nasty stuff!

This lantern works every bit as well as the ThermaCELL units we take up in treestands and into ground blinds. The lanters is great for camping, picnics, going to sporting events or even for taking hunting if you're in a pinch (don't laugh - been there, done that!)  Check it out! 

It is for THIS SATURDAY ONLY!!!

http://www.thermacell.com/deetfree/
 

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Tried to post this last night but the site was down for maintenance...never too late to reflect and give thanks...

To all who shall see these presents, greetings…

Forget Me Not 

Settle in this evening fair,
for not contrite this humble
gift donned of sweet liberty
by purposed men baptized in
blood and cannon-fire. 

Forget me not.
Honor prevailed at the
hands of heroes sacrificed
upon your hallowed eve
of independence. 

Did dawn not find
our coats bled red?
Nay, to contrary,
our coats still bleed blue eternal
upon that crimson field
of sacrificed sons
and lamenting fathers. 

Should not liberty
have begotten justice
upon the redcoat
borne of Patriot blood? 

Desperate independence quartered
no crown in patriot provision then.
Yet, now propagate traitors among us?
The turncoat in contempt haunts me
well beyond my living days. 

Shall I find scarlet
upon the back of my son?
The breast of my daughter?
The hearts of my children
centuries hence?   

Surely, I returned then,
glorified in union
...and independence.
Is it not written? 

This union I gifted freely to you.
Sired by blood.
Bequeathed by bravery.
Defended by honor. 

Established by right.
Principled in equality.
Purposed in liberty.
For all men. 

Do you know of me
my child, born free
by my blood spilled
these centuries passed? 

Do you not remember me?
I was shunned by you,
cast away at your doorstep
by the voice of ignorance. 

You have abandoned me;
my brothers put to slaughter,
readily forsaken by you
as you so freely sing in defiance. 

You have forgotten me,
blinded by blasphemy
and foolish pride.

Open your door to me now. 
Wait by your casement and
sing your sweet lullaby
of sorrow, of sacrifice, and
of patriot sons loved once again.  

I have not forgotten you.
I carried the banner of ignorance
for you upon embattled fields
anointed in patriot blood. 

Fool am I to have levied your
voice of ignorance for you?
Child, this was my gift to you. 

Forget me not.
I am the son of liberty. 


Heroes Have Eyes

Can you not understand this blasphemy
where the ribbon of life is severed clean?

Beyond depths,
lost in the cauldron,
are the hearts of heroes
lost forever.

These men have eyes
that pierce the night,
leering at those
who spit upon their graves,

With furled brow,
and lamenting heart,
they find their home
beyond your comprehension.

You have been found
in contempt of liberty.
The curse of surreal idealism
has befallen you.

Your sense of home,
ruled by the passive hand,
has cloaked you
in the shawl of slavery.

Reap what you sow
in the seeds of submission
while the weight of resolve
squares upon your shoulders.

Shall you harvest submission
for the heroed heart?
No, you shall not offer
your coward’s reward to me.

I find my way
through darkened day,
to the Tomb of
the Unknown Soldier.

Well within
my humble soul he resides,
ever glorified
in his resolve to defend.

There shall he watch
his family grieve of his sacrifice
while embracing the night
in which cowards find solace.

Raise your coward’s banner
you submissive few!
Look upon death’s face
and say to him,

“You are not worthy!”
Be sure you are looking in the mirror.

While I look upon
his tearstained face and say,

“My hero lost,
I fear that I am not
worthy of you.”

Thank you for loving me enough.




Authors of Freedom
For our beloved heroes of World War II

I. Worn Thin

Reverent friend worn thin
in timed procession of life,
fragile smile christens
weathered lips and worn jaw.

Callused hands hold on tightly
to the second hand of obstinance,
Trying to slow the fervent tick
of that unruly clock.

The atlas has been found
in the palm of your hand.
The map of successes and failures
is well drawn here.

You have seen more
than one should of the latter.
Yet, still your lips part,
however fragile,
in youth’s resistant smile.
Yet, innocence void still.

You have overcome all odds.
Your blood spilt,
sacrificed for
the sovereignty of all.

You have buried
sons and daughters,
husbands and wives,
mothers and fathers,
brothers and sisters,
and those you cradled
amidst those desperate fields.

Your eyes speak louder than words
of times distant yet never forgotten
to lamenting masses born long after
your stars fell from on high.

II. Weight of the World

Crows-feet run on,
attesting to trials of survival
from dustbowls
and our Great Depression
to the stench of death
upon Europe’s hallowed ground,
and upon the beaches of Iwo Jima.

Trace the map
of your existential trials
through the years,
the smiles,
the laughter,
and the tears.

You buried your innocence
with humility …and blood
so that sons and daughters
might know their own.

III. Scars

Scars,
some seen
and some unseen,
all thrive,
never truly healed
in this hero loved.

Perhaps death
would have been kinder,
more humane,
even palatable
in some regards.

Regardless of age,
regardless of scars,
I shall not forget
that they were meant
for all of us.

IV. Authors of the Free World

I look upon your weighted back
falling with gravity’s cruel hand
and laden by the woes
of this compromised world past.

Shoulders, longing for release,
crushed under the fascist boot
of long ago.

Knees weakened in prayer,
kneeling in want of sound resolve
and tempered tranquility.

How many years
have your knees worn into
this unforgiving floor?

Your relentless pursuit
for penance of heart
has left you callused,
without understanding
it is our own hearts
in need of penance from you.

You have found me steady
my ageless friend.
Ready, at your bidding,
to carry your load home
to the staid hearts of free men.

Spurring these days forward,
that they may, in time,
break their bread with you
at the Hero’s Table,
burying innocence yet again
so that others may not.

You were young,
you were vibrant,
you were fearless,
and you were courageous
authors of the free world.

Regardless of age,
Regardless of scars,
I will remember you
…and so will my sons.

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Just a few poems I've written over the years celebrating motherhood.

The Blind is not about my mother, just a perspective on a mother's love, sacrifice.  I am blessed that I still have my mother on the other end of a phone line fairly frequently and see her occasionally, admittedly, much less than I would like.

Others are based on my love, appreciation and respect for my wife, the mother of my son and my stepson.  As far as moms go, I might be biased, but she's as good as moms come.  Our kids have been blessed to have her.

Well, here goes...

Enjoy, and thanks again to those who call yourselves mothers, and those who don't but practice the daily ritual of being that motherly hero to kids compromised by a compromised world.

The Blind

Sunrise ribbons of red and gold
bring back memories of days of old.

Silently waiting in our little blind,
it’s funny to think, she never did mind.

We watched the bucks line the field
as does danced but would not yield.

Oh sweet the seasons of those years passed;
I wish I could still hear her muzzle blast.

These days I hunt our blind alone,
my mother’s touch no longer known.

I smile to myself in our little blind;
I swallow hard, she never did mind.

Proud Provider

Osh-Kosh overalls
threadbare worn
press on to the bank
this summer morn.

With bologna in hand
I set the snare.
There must be zillions
of crawdads in there!

Won’t mom be excited?
Won’t she delight
to see what she’ll
be cooking tonight?

This Gift I Cannot Give

That bright afternoon
you entered my life,
eyes brimming with anticipation,
while sunlight sat upon
the rose of your cheeks.

So many years have never felt
like such fleeting moments
racing through my mind,
unchecked by regret,
simply memories
of this glorious life worth living.

I have so many memories,
thoughts, precious moments,
tucked quietly away
among things cherished
at the center of my being.

Gilded spirit
never blessed so much
as the early morning
we rose together.

Sunlight again danced
upon the rose of your cheeks,
highlighting tender lips whispering to me,
“I’m ready.”

Never shall I forget
how the dew glistened in the yard
as we walked down the drive
in the mist of morning light,
and how beautifully poised you were
as we sped off.

Your eyes teamed with excitement
dancing between light and shadows.
Fear and joy both vying for the lead
always courting fear of the unknown.

Yet, in this panic-laden moment that
envelops all of my erratic thoughts,
where your body languishes between
Heaven and Hell, not  mine,
your thoughts remain always at peace
within the refuge of our secret paradise.

Sweat augered its course from my brow
to mix with sweet tears and the joyous
and overwhelming loss of breath
which marked the moment that
you gave me the greatest gift of all.

The gift of life ever after manifested
in the eyes and cries of my son.
Love to live on in divine union
beyond the span of our own lives.
Two hearts united in the breast of one.

This gift I can never give haunts me.
You are the mother of my child,
my love, my wife.

The Gifts of a Mother

The grace of a mother,
infinitely profound.
Warmth and security
will always surround.

The arms of a mother,
cradled from cold.
Softest of hands
in strife to hold.

The eyes of a mother,
behold the beauty,
of unconditional love
and endless duty.

The mind of a mother,
purest in thought.
Forsaking all others,
for you she has fought.

The heart of a mother,
no hint of helplessness.
Transcends all time
with endless selflessness.

The soul of a mother,
strength to endure.
Stable ground,
her path is pure.

The smile of a mother,
perfection of love.
Fleeting miracles
sent from above.

The love of a mother,
unyielding guide.
Regardless of storm
or height of tide.

All Works Copyright © 2008 Kevin V. Reese

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