Wolves have decimated some of Wyoming's and Idaho's elk herds. Have coyotes done the same thing, at least in some areas, to our deer? Let's imagine that we are sitting around a campfire. We're talking deer, and someone asks what we think about deer depredation as it relates to coyotes. Do the coyotes, at least the ones in South Dakota, affect the size of our state's deer herd?
I've been busy hunting, but I haven't squeezed a trigger. In a past column, I mentioned that I failed to draw my West River deer tag. I checked the list of leftovers, and successfully reapplied for Unit 30-A19, double antlerless tags in Gregory County. I spent almost all of Nov. 5, opening day, in a well-placed stand, a veritable hot spot, without a doe coming by. It reached 80 degrees that day, and I don't believe that I've ever hunted deer in that much heat. With the exception of a few young bucks, they just weren't moving. It was a good lesson.
It is my opinion that we really have no choice when it comes to presidential candidates in next Tuesday's election. It comes down to Supreme Court nominations, our Constitution and our national defense. President Obama has run roughshod over our Constitution, and Hillary Clinton will continue to do the same. Yes, Donald Trump can be offensive and obnoxious, but he will not sell out the United States.
Editor's note: This column first appeared in the Yankton Press & Dakotan on Nov. 28, 1987. It was rerun in the P&D as "The Best of Wiltz" on February 1, 1992. I had this dream the other night that left me terror stricken until I woke up and found Betsy beside me. Often something happens during the day that inspires me to dream at night. This was no
The Vietnam Era was not the best of times.
About a month ago, I wrote in detail about a fishing trip with friends on northwest Ontario's Kwinigans Lake. I mentioned that during the first two days, the action was slower than one might expect on pristine waters. Jeff Doom, my boat partner, brought up the slow action as a topic of discussion while we were on the water, and suggested that it could relate to a possible mayfly hatch prior to our arrival. It was an excellent supposition. It is also relevant column material as we have mayfly hatches right here in South Dakota.
In gathering my thoughts for today's column on waterfowl hunting and non-toxic shot, I got to thinking about the old days and some of the old-timers I hung around with. Gus Wilson came to mind.
A few weeks ago Tom, my son-in-law, Sam, my grandson, and I were out on Madison, Wisconsin's Lake Mendota. Tom knows the lake and he has a number of flats, weed beds and ledges marked on his GPS. I had my hand-held GPS along, and I entered the spots we fished for future reference in the event I would be fishing without Tom.
Back in the Aug. 3 column, I reported that I had failed to draw a West River Deer tag for the first time in 46 years. I'll be out there on the Nov. 12 opener with Mike, my faithful West River Deer partner, but I'll be toting either my shotgun or a varmint rifle and predator call. I might even carry a camera and get my buck on film.
I hadn't seen my wife Betsy for a week when I walked through the front door after completing 20 hours on the road in a very comfortable motorhome. A week earlier, seven guys and I had journeyed to Northwest Ontario's Pickle Lake, where a pair of venerable DeHavilland float planes, a Beaver and an Otter, flew us into a remote campsite for four days of fishing on Kwingians Lake.