For the past month or so, every Sunday morning before football kicks off, I drive out to my Massachusetts spots to collect pictures and put down more Big & J. We are extremely happy with the BB2 granular mix, the deer cant seem to get enough of it. I look forward to this all week, as the bucks are starting to come around during daylight hours and sometimes you never know what will be on camera. We started to name to deer and having a fun time figuring out their patterns.
Crotch horn we named “Stinky” enjoying some Big & J
Stinky is the name of a younger buck that shows up on all three cameras, everyday and takes a crap right in frame. He’s a little stinker!
“Stinky” and “Little Richard” squaring off
We have five different bucks showing up on this small piece of private land. Most of which show up during early morning or late at night. “Stinky” has been the most camera friendly deer, usually showing up within twenty minutes on all three cameras. Big & J BB2 has definitely helped with patterning these deer to a specific schedule.
“Little Richard” getting up close. He has a small sticker coming off the main beam.
Unfortunately one of the negatives from having high deer activity on this parcel, is the frequent coyote movement. Every other day, we have a small yote coming in, checking out the Big & J and pissing on the pile. He needs to go!
“Stinky” and his date
Checking trail cameras is a blast and once the rut kicks in, I am hopeful we have some bigger bucks venturing into this area. Only a few weeks left until we get into a treestand! Be sure to check out more stories and pictures on our Facebook and Instagram pages. Thank you for reading!
After a long break, Green Lake Chronicles is back! Life takes you in many different directions in the off season. I got married in the spring, new work responsibilities with higher expectations and general time off. I look forward to get posting again and hope you enjoy the new stuff I plan on kicking out!
Last weekend marked the fifth annual pre-season scouting and winter plot planting on one of our properties in the Southern Tier of New York. The GreenLake crew has been slow to get into the woods, with “hellacious” work schedules and what not, but we were able to plant a few two acre “holding” plots throughout the property. These holding plots have been huge in keeping the deer heard somewhat fed throughout the winter months and during post-rut, the herd falls back into feeding mode. It’s been an incredibly warm summer and deer activity is almost exclusivity nocturnal. With last years success on this property, we installed more cameras, cleared lanes and drank Labatt blues on the cabin porch.
Last season I bought a handful of trail cameras to test and with high expectations this fall, I plan on doubling my output. I really enjoy the simplicity of the Wildgame Innovations Cloak. Battery life is slightly above average, but my favorite aspect is how moderately priced they are. I picked up four more this year and spread them throughout field entry/exit pinch points, food plots, active trails and the “honey hole” spots on the property. Along with the Wildgame lineup, the trigger finger gets pretty itchy in the off-season and with Amazon prime being idiot-proof, we picked up four additional “test” Moultrie M-88Oi cameras as well. My wife doesn’t seem to understand that only one trail camera is not nearly enough. The arsenal is full now, going 15 strong in three different states! The Moultrie cameras are pretty sweet, especially when you get nice text surprises with deer pictures. Makes the work day more enjoyable and fuels the hunting fire. Efficient scouting at it’s best! My buddy in Mass is utilizing them almost exclusively with positive results.
“I love the cameras as they have a ton of features and abilities with customization. There is nothing like getting a text message saying there is a deer under your stand right now. The only major downfall I see is a serious design flaw which is that in order for the modem to access the camera to send you pics, you cannot have a security password set on the camera.” -Nick
Fall is right around the corner and I can’t remember a more anticipated season! I’m headed to Montana in a week to chase Elk and fly fish for native cutties. Be sure to check out more stories and pictures on our Facebook and Instagram pages. Thank you for reading!
-Michael
MOULTRIE doing the scouting for us as we sit in the office Nice wide buck
It’s hot and heavy into whitetail season here in the Northeast, but there are some other awesome hunting adventures available during the fall. Chronicles pro-staffer, Shawn D wanted to share a great hunting story from his recent South Dakota Pheasant trip. Please enjoy his written account from his traditional bird hunt out west.
“South Dakota is a magical place where the pheasants thrive and shot gun barrels stay hot! Two weeks ago, I went on the annual South Dakota Pheasant hunt (PheasantFest) for the 12th year running. I flew out of Boston Wednesday morning to be picked up by my Dad and the crew in Minneapolis where we drove another 4.5 hours to Northern Plains Outfitter in Athol, South Dakota. (http://www.northernplainsoutfitters.com)
If you have ever been to South Dakota, you will know that it is the pheasant capital of the United States. This year there was a projected 40% increase in pheasant being tracked across the state. With a warm and dry spring and summer, the local guides said that they were seeing third hatch amongst the pheasant population. Which I can attest to, seeing plenty of young or immature birds as well as seasoned birds with long tails and spurs.
Overall, it’s a great experience to be out with friends and family. There was plenty of CRP (Conservation Reserve Program) grasslands where pheasant like to nest and live without having too much pressure from local predators such as coyotes. There was still some standing feed corn where you can let your dog’s run loose popping them out as they feed as well. We have three German Shorthair pointers (which in my opinion is the best upland bird dog money can buy) that have great hunting instincts in their blood.
My recommendations if you are planning your next pheasant hunting trip out in the Midwest, is bring plenty of guys to block and wing, plenty of shells, and some good bird dogs to find and retrieve your game. Having enough guys walking in a straight line prevents the birds from running behind you and having blockers at the end of the field prevent them from running out before they flush. Be sure to zig-zag as well if you don’t have enough to cover every corner they might be sitting.
Lastly, BE SAFE! Know where everyone is at all times and communicate. Everyone will be fully armed and the last thing you want is to load someone up with a bunch of bird shot. Especially if you are getting close to the end of the field, the blockers will be very close and you want to make sure your shots are above 45 degrees and not in the line of fire of someone else. Remember, you can always find another bird, you can’t replace your friends face if acting recklessly. This will ensure a successful hunt and loads of fun for shooters and dog handlers.”
Thanks for the great article Shawn. If you have any questions about this post, please email us at greenlakechronicles@gmail.com. Be sure to check out our Facebook and Instagram pages for more pictures!
I started this site as a platform for folks to enjoy outdoor articles, post cool pictures of their pursuits and to share their adventures for everyone to enjoy. I am pleased to post our first “Viewers Choice Article,” a first hand perspective written by one of our followers. Chris is a die hard bow hunter from Massachusetts, where the huntable land is limited and big bucks are scarce. You definitely earn your stripes hunting in the bay state. Please enjoy his recap of this awesome hunt.
“On 11/5 (a Thursday) I took a ½ day off from work and Packed my Climbing Stand deep into a Swamp. I found a hill located in the middle of the swamp made up mostly of Pine Trees. I was drawn to the spot by the aerial photos I have seen of the green trees surrounded by what looked to be swamp. There was a large Holly tree (30-40 feet tall) located in the middle of the Pine cluster. I noticed the Holly had 2 scrapes under it and decided I should set up on the edge of the Pines but within 20 yards of the Holly Tree. The wind was blowing out of the South West. I set up on the Eastern Edge of the Pines and saw a large bodied deer come in at the very last moment of the day. It was too far away and too dark to shoot. I left my Climber locked to a tree and decided to go back on Saturday and sit all day.
Saturday’s wind was West/ North West so it was still going to be in my face and keeping the Pines and Holly Tree upwind from me. I hiked into my stand site at 5AM. I set up 2 Scent bombs about 20 yards away from me at the 10 and 2 o’clock positions. Sunrise was 6AM and by 7AM a small button buck came into the area. He stayed for about an hour or so offering me several shot opportunities under 10 yards. I took a video of him walking under my stand. It was difficult having him around because I needed to sit very still as he was never more than 50 yards away but I felt it was a good sign that he was in the area. I debated getting down and walking out for lunch but decided to stay. The walk was simply too long and I figured I wouldn’t make it back to this spot in the afternoon and I wanted to see that big bodied deer again from Thursday night.
Around 11:15 the button buck returned. He stayed for at least an hour. He was eating mushrooms from under the pine needles. By 1 in the afternoon he was gone and I was getting really tired. It wasn’t worth the effort to shoot this small deer although I considered it several times. My hope was that he would make another buck come in and run him off. I was starting to second guess myself… I was thinking maybe the button was hanging in this area because he knew he was safe here as the other deer had moved into another area. I was worn out and discouraged. By 3:30 the Button had returned again. I figured I would spend the last hour and a half frozen up in my stand by this small deer.
At 4:30. I heard the bushes behind me and to the right crashing. I then heard the distinctive sound of a grunt. I checked the Button Buck’s last location and he was nowhere to be found. It seems like he moved on. I thought to myself that he may have been looking back in my direction all day waiting for this buck to come chase him off. I grunted and the deer started barreling in. It was a large body and I knew right away that it was something I would want to take a shot at. It was moving as if it was going to pass behind my tree. I could tell it was a Buck. A large buck probably at least 6 points, but maybe more. My heart was pounding. I started turning around to face the tree in order to be able to shoot at the deer. He was 20 yards away at my 4 O’clock position heading as if he was going to pass right behind me. Somehow he either heard me or saw the movement because he looked right up . He stared at me for over a minute. My legs we tired and my heart was absolutely pounding. My heart was beating so hard I thought the deer was going to hear it. After a full minute of both of us frozen he finally started moving forward. He took 2 more steps and came downwind of one of my scent bombs. The Buck turned 90 degrees and headed straight to the scent. The Westerly wind blew the scent right across his nose.
There were two trees that were going to come between me and the Buck’s line of sight. When he moved behind the first tree I got into position. When he moved behind the second tree I drew my bow back. I was so nervous at this point I think I tried to shut my right eye instead of my left eye to line up the shot. He stopped behind that tree for what seemed like a minute. My heart was still exploding in my chest. He took one step and only his head appeared beyond the tree. I held my bow back until he started walking forward. I let the arrow loose and watched it fly towards the deer. I could see the lighted knock heading for the deer. The shot looked like it was back and a little high. I was immediately nervous that it was a bad shot. I watched the Buck run off with his tail down. A few seconds later I heard a “Snort Wheeze” from the same area the first buck came from. I grunted and the 2nd buck started tearing a tree up, snorting, and stomping his feet. I knocked another arrow and got ready to shoot at the second buck if he came into view. The second buck ran out of the swamp about 50 yards away from me. He was large but seemed smaller than the one I shot at. He trotted up in the direction of the first buck. When the 2nd buck got to the point where I lost sight of the first one I heard a lot of crashing sounds. I wasn’t sure what happened.
I climbed down the tree and went over to the spot where I shot the deer. I found the arrow and it was covered with blood and hair. I walked about 10 feet and found a few drops of blood on a log. I decided to back out and give the deer a few hours. I decided to go back into the woods at 9PM to look for the deer. We picked up the blood trail. And followed it for about 40 yards. The buck was pumping blood out of both sides and the trail was easy to follow. We found him piled up right in the area I had heard the crashing earlier.
To me the Buck was the bigger than I had imagined. He was a 3.5 year old 8 Pointer that dressed at 190 Pounds. His rack was solid and very symmetrical. He weighed a TON. We had difficulty moving him around at first. I knew it was going to be a long walk out. After field dressing the buck and a few photos we started dragging him out. It took us over an hour to drag him through the swamp and out to the road. I plan on mounting this deer so I can relive this awesome hunt for a long time. Great hunt!”
Awesome story Chris, thank you for sharing with us. I welcome others to share their stories of great memories afield. Email me at greenlakechronicles@gmail.com with your story along with a few pictures and you could be the next Viewers Choice Post! Thank you for reading. Be sure to check out our Facebook and Instagram pages for more great pictures!
Hillari with her first deer with the bow. Great tag teamed effort to put this one down.
What a great weekend to be in the woods! For the second weekend in a row, I headed out to upstate NY with my good friends Mike and Hillari to chase rutting bucks. We left Boston Thursday night and arrived with high hopes and some anxiety (horrible weather on the forecast)! The weekend before, I stopped in the areas on my way home from our southern tier hunt, to hang trail cameras and scout. In four days, I had three different bucks on camera and some very patterned does. The weather forecast was high winds, around 20 MPH and occasional freezing rain. Not the best conditions to sit all day, but the rut was in full swing and deer would still have to move. I had already filled my archery buck tag, so I was hunting for meat. We hunted public property on Friday and I shot a doe walking from a thick bedding area to the hardwoods. It was crossbow season and I wanted to get everything on film.
My biggest goal this year was to capture my hunts with my go-pro!
It wasn’t the best angle, but I had a good opening and a steady rest. I let the deer sit for a few hours after my shot, then we tracked it over half a mile, eventually jumping it one time. The deer did not look hurt at all and I think my arrow passed through no mans land missing the vitals completely. Looked for it the next day and lost the pin pricks of blood. I hate leaving the blood trail or knowing I wounded a deer, but I know this deer had just a flesh wound (because of how far it ran and how little it bled). It would live to see another day, smarter and more cautious now!
Mke with a nice doe shot Saturday night
The weather continued to be a nasty slap in the face, but we hunted hard and Mike had luck shooting a nice doe on Saturday evening. The wind was still blasting, but his efforts on the all day sit, paid off with backstraps. I was able to film some of the short track job! There is nothing like seeing a white belly in the dark. There were a ton of deer walking the thick edges of the property that night and Mike made a clean, quartering away shot at 25 yards. He did the right thing and let the deer sit for a few hours. After dinner we quickly picked up the blood trail and found her 40 yards from where he shot.
Sunday Morning looked like a great weather wise with minimal wind and cold temperatures. We were hunting a piece of private land that I had permission on that abutted the NYS State Forest. Great area with sloping hills, thick brush transition areas and overgrown fields. That same day, my high school buddy was hunting his land about five miles away. He had some great deer on camera and has been managing the property for a few years. His goal was to only shoot racked bucks (no forks, spikes or small 6pts. A few days earlier, a nice shooter was grunting up a storm chasing a doe. This love struck 8pt was making a loud racket, MAKE SURE YOUR VOLUME IS UP! His Wildgame trail camera caught the whole thing.
Nice buck Cody!
My high school buddy ended shooting this nice buck on Sunday night. The deer owned the area and responded to one of his grunts. He made a nice shot at 20 yards and the deer piled up after a few steps. It’s great to see deer management pay off.
That same night, my fiance and I left the area to head back home while Mike and Hillari remained in the tree. Hillari had a nice encounter with a buck, but her arrow missed the deer completely after glancing off some small tree branches. Being a bow hunter, we often have heartbreaks in the woods. Hillari had been hunting hard for a few days and seemed defeated after this unfortunate miss. Her persistence would pay off a few hours later!
Mike and Hillari shot the same deer! It was a great hunt and now they have this amazing and unique memory together.
I got a call from Mike at 4:45PM, frantic and excited. He said he shot a big 8pt a few minutes before and the deer actually ran right up to where Hillari was sitting. She made a clear shot at 18 yards then watched the buck disappear in some thick cover. Hillari and Mike have never killed a buck with a bow and were hard pressed on filling their tags this weekend. How cool is it that they both shot the same deer! Tag team style, the couple put their time in the stand and during the last half hour of legal shooting time, a buck tag was punched. She did not see the deer go down, so did the right thing in quietly getting out of the woods and let the buck sit for a few hours. They ended up finding the deer a little farther than expected in the early morning.
This weekend was one of the best in a long time. We had some great adventures in the woods and harvested some quality animals. Fall is my favorite time of the year and even though I didn’t punch a tag, I enjoyed seeing my close friends have success. Thank you for reading and be sure to check out our Facebook and Instagram page for more great pictures.
Biggest spike I’ve ever seen! Great hunt with food in the freezer.
What a great weekend to be in the woods! Our annual trip to one of our hot spots in NY paid off with backstrap dividends. Going into the weekend, I did not have a ton of optimism for the first few days of the trip. The weather was going to be unseasonably warm, like 65-75 degree warm. Typically the first full week in November is right around 30 in the morning and at the highest temperature, about 45-50. After the long 6.5 hour drive, we arrived ready for action. Four hours later, we woke up and walked to our spots. It was 70 degrees at 5:45 AM, with wind coming in around 12:00 PM and some light rain. Not the most ideal conditions, but the rut has just started to kick off!
Stud 9 point (broken G-2) that took the trophy for the weekend. 185lbs dressed.
We ended the weekend with two bucks down and a few other nice encounters. During one of the warmer days, my buddy and I both shot “seeking phase” bucks that were on a mission to find a doe in estrous. I shot a big spike and he took a monster 9 pt. The best day of the trip (temperature wise) was Sunday morning. Crystal clear weather with 32 degree temps and no wind. I was already tagged out, but had a great time filming my buddy. We did not harvest a buck, but had a nice encounter with a massive four point within bow range.
I will post a video of the weekend within a few days. Thanks for reading and if you had success in the woods this past weekend, please share your pictures on our Facebook page!
I‘ve learned a lot about hunting and persistence from my buddy “bearman” and since his move to Montana, he has developed to become one of the most successful hunters I know. The guy puts in serious time and loves to walk miles in search of untouched hunting grounds. This past Sunday to Tuesday was his greatest hunting accomplishments to date. Please enjoy Bearman’s awesome recount of his first Mule deer.
Long pack home!
“It was a late start to the morning following a strenuous death march the previous day in search of elk. With high hopes I traveled from my home in Darby down the Bitterroot Valley to meet up with long time hunting buddy Mike Kaplan to cover some new country. For me, today’s mission was to find a mule deer buck in the high country for the area which I had drawn a permit for. Deer numbers in this area are low, so to see any is a success in itself, but for us the thrill of new adventures keeps us hiking on. At mid-morning on an overcast 55 degree calm day we found ourselves hiking higher and higher through steep rock, burn, and timber. Several miles and several hours into our hunt we came over a ridge to find nine mule deer does feeding across the opposite hillside about 200 yards out; but no bucks to be found. After watching them for a while, we let them feed over the next ridge before making our next move. A short trek later we were on top of some radical rock formations overlooking the same group of deer in the next draw over. With the afternoon slowly ticking away, and near to our estimated turn around location, Mike decided it was time to head back to the truck. At that point my genetically adventurous spirit took over and told me to look over just one more ridge. Many times this voice leads me to that ridge or hill, and then another, and another, and another, with an end result of nothing but an exhausted Max; but not today. Today Mike split back towards the truck as I went one more ridge over. As I crept out of a heavily timbered gully into a decade old burn and there caught the glimpse of two mule deer butts gently easing over the horizon line 300 yards in front of me. With anticipation high, my legs and lungs carried me quickly through deadfall and standing tree skeletons uphill in the direction that the deer were moving. Breathing heavy and soaked with sweat I approached a giant boulder at the edge of a sharp drop off. Many hours in the field had me prepared to be ready at an instance upon reaching the edge, so with my Remington 7mm-.08 at the ready and pack unstrapped, I peered over the edge of the large boulder. Immediately I could see ears and eyes focused on me at me 80 yards straight ahead, along with a clearly visible antler! I had one shooting lane about four feet wide with his head, neck, and most of his front shoulder visible. Although I prefer to sneak a bullet in behind the shoulder as to not waste valuable meat, at this moment I knew I had no other options. Lying down with the rifle now steadied on a large rock, my crosshairs settled on the deer’s shoulder. A split second later my ears were ringing from the shot, the empty casing was rolling down through the rocks, and the buck I had just shot at turned into two muley bucks bounding off through the burn and headed deeper into a hell hole of a canyon below.
Not knowing which buck I had shot at, or being presented another shot at the deer, I watch one bound over the hill on the horizon as the other bailed off left and crashed out of sight. Heart pounding I headed to where the deer were standing when I took the shot. No blood, no hair, and an uneasy feeling setting in, I began to walk downhill where I had heard the one deer crash through the deadfall. Within moments, my worries were turned to feelings of joy when I saw the fur on his large body piled up against a tree. My first mule deer buck had only run 40 yards with a well-placed 139 grain Hornady to the boiler maker. I quickly used my one bar of cell service to call Mike and utilize his concrete crew strength to help me with the pack out. A few hours later we were loading the buck in the truck and soaking up the memories from anther great adventure. It is not the kill itself but the hard work, beautiful country, adventure, time with old friends, lean meat, and memories that last forever that keep true hunters like us headed to the mountains year after year.”
-Bearman
Thanks for your awesome recount of this great hunt Bearman. Folks, be sure to check out Green Lake Chronicles tomorrow for part of of the Montana Success Story! Thanks for reading and be sure to check out our Facebook and Instagram pages for great pictures.
Chronicles Pro-Staffer, Bearman, with a nice Montana buck. #slicktrickbroadheads
When I started bow hunting (little over 14 years ago) I didn’t have a clue about the “science” and tuning needed to make sure my broadheads/arrows flew true. I was shooting my dad’s old Bear Archery Whitetail II bow, which weighed a ton and had 50% let off and was using an assortment of old broadheads I found in his gear box. Remeber the funky head called, Pucketts Elk Head Bloodtrailer? I shot this for a year until I finally learned how to tune my fixed blades, then made the switch to Muzzy. I shot my first buck with a bow when I was 15 and the old school Muzzy three blade zipped right through the lungs. Broadheads have come a LONG way since then and folks have many different options to choose from.
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My biggest thing, is to choose a head that will not require a ton of tuning. I want to slap it on the arrow and go. I switched over to mechanical heads 10 years ago and have continued success getting deep penetrations and clean pass through. The original Rage 100g head is nasty, boasting a 2” cutting diameter and cut on impact head. Since Rage energized the market with this simple, reverse slip cam technology, many other manufacturers have stepped up their game. There are a million different calculated and fluffy reviews out there on brands you should shoot, but when choosing a head, I break it down into three simple categories and pick the best one regardless of manufacturer.
Toughness- Whitetails are a rugged animal and if you do not get a double lung or heart shot pass through, you want to choose a head that has enough kinetic energy and durability to bust through bone. Most of the deer I’ve killed have been quartering shots, where I try and zip the arrow through the rib cage into the front shoulder area. A cut on impact, durable head will get you more penetration and hopefully pass through any bones. Broadheads are expensive too! I want to be able to use the same head after I shoot a deer (with changing blades of course) and cheap/fancy mechanicals are usually one shot and done.
Reliability- When you are drawing back on a nice deer, you want to make sure the arrow is going to fly straight. Fundamentals right? Many people who write poor reviews about fixed blade broads, do not take the time to tune accordingly or match their arrows per grain tip. I love fixed blade and have played around with some through the years, but I always make sure I shoot them before going into the woods. Fixed blades tend to be more sturdy, rugged, have deeper penetration and cut on impact. The drawback (other than tuning) is they lack in cutting diameter. Compare those to a mechanical, which predominately have a much larger cutting surface and no field tuning. Their drawback is the potential for failure with the mechanisms. I want a head that I know will work 100% of the time.
Penetration- Traditional fixed blades are known to cause more penetration than mechanical. There is no loss of kinetic energy upon try as with most mechanical broads. Some broadhead manufacturers have tried to fix this problem, such as Rage and Grim Reaper, with expansion on little effort. Bottom line is that you are going to lose some penetration using a mechanical, so you have to figure out whats more important to you. I prefer a head that will penetrate well and open up a wide cut path. Bigger cutting diameter heads will have a tougher time blasting through bones, but will leave a devastating hole.
There are a ton of broadheads out there, but the most important thing is that you choose one that fits your needs and one you can rely on. As I mentioned above, I like a head that cuts on impact, opens up a nasty cut path and penetrates well. Here are my no BS recommendations:
Fixed Blade- Slicktrick Standard 100g. I have seen many animals taken with these heads and they always seem to fly true. They have a solid steel ferrule with a cut on impact and bone crushing head along with four extremely sharp 1” blades. This head will create a clean and deep whole without giving up flight consistency. The blades lock in tight and stay in position. Buy these anywhere for about 38 bucks.
Mechanical- Rage 100g Hyperdermic. I don’t need to say much about these guys. They have a kick ass head. Flies true as a field point and creates a devastating 2” cutting diameter. The body/head is different from the older Rage and comes with a solid one piece steel ferrule. This is one of the best penetrating mechanical broadheads on the market and they open up wound channels like you wouldn’t believe. Buy these anywhere for about 45 bucks.
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My goal for the last few years was to get a “go-pro like” action camera and bring it along on my outing adventures. Been chirping for years to my buddies about all the “unreal” things I’ve seen and sick of having them not believe me.
Swift River rainbow
I did not want to spend $400 + on a camera that I will most likely beat the hell out of. Recently I purchased the new DB Power action camera, cheaper equivalent to the popular go-pro. The first video I shot, is of a school of fat rainbows mocking me in the middle of the bend hole at the Swift River. I was hoping to get an action shot of a fly take, but they just looked at the camera and swam away.
I was able to land one fish before getting blatantly disregarded for the rest of the trip. It was a cool morning, probably around 43′ degrees and I expected the fish to be eating up a storm. They were biting from 7-8:00AM ish then slowed down. I kept going after them, but they stopped considering what I had to offer. Thought it would be cool to try and get them on camera, so I slowly walked into the bend hole. I know the footage is a little shaky but its pretty cool to seem them underwater. Thank you for viewing this post and be sure to follow our Instagram, YouTube and Facebook pages for more great footage and still photos.