In part II of our turkey hunting extravaganza Crazy Jim has crash landed on a mysterious island full of turkeys. In order to leave he must bag himself a big bearded gobbler before the likes of the Dharma Initiative or "the Others" can get their hands on him. Will he find this elusive gobbler and earn passage off of Turkey Island? Or will he have to hunker down until next season? You'll have to watch to find out!
Well turkey season here in California may have come and gone, but here at Hunting with Jim, it's always turkey time. That's right boys and girls, hunters and those who hate hunters' guts...get ready for three, yes three intense turkey hunting episodes! And I don't want to give too much away, but be prepared for so many cliffhangers, plot twists and false peaks that you will forget that future Jack is lame, John Locke is a tard and Lost is done for the season.
So without further ado, I present to the few souls brave enough to hunt with a man named Crazy Jim, Turkey - Part I
* This episode is not brought to you by Purdue, Butterball or Tyson...but we'd be cool with that.
Everyone remembers their first time. So it is with hunting and your first kill. It is both exhilarating and a moment of pure horror and regret. In this video, Crazy Jim takes me hunting for Black Tail and tells me about his first kill, how it made him feel and why he still goes ape shit for deer season.
There isn't enough good hunting advice out there. Crazy Jim fills this void with sage words that will pay off in dividends...or not...but what the hell...it's only 2 minutes of your life.
Ol' Crazy Jim shows you how to clean your rifle for storage. Following his advice will keep your gun shooting straight and true into the future. But if you don't, the highly corrosive nature will make sure that you don't go home with a whitetail next season.
Before you head out to shoot yourself a whitetail, you'll need to choose the right weapon for the environment. To do that there are a few things you should know. Watch Crazy Jim's video and find out what those are.
The very first time I went hunting with Jim he woke me up at 4:30 in the morning, wrapped me in hand-me-down camouflage and orange and drove me down the north shore of Lake Tahoe to Blackwood Canyon for the last day of deer season. I was expecting to watch Jim fire off several rounds of ammo into an unsuspecting 11-point buck, but instead we sat quietly until noon and then left with the same number of bullets that we came with. I was disappointed and questioned why anyone would spend so much time and obsess over something so much for such little return. Jim just called me a douche bag and taught me a few