#hunting camera accessories

[spypoint]

If you’re an avid hunter, you know that having the right accessories can make your hunting camera even more effective. Here are some of the best hunting camera accessories to enhance your experience. shop from : https://www.spypoint.com/en/products/accessories

[catsmeow39]

Best Video Camera for Hunting

Hey there! Are you into vlogging or wildlife monitoring? Or perhaps you’re just looking for a versatile camera that captures top-notch videos? Well, you’re in luck! Today, we’ll be taking a closer look at four incredible products that will surely meet your needs: the 5K Video Camera Camcorder, the Video Camera Camcorder Full HD 1080P, the Trail Game Camera – 4K 48MP, and the WOSPORTS Mini Trail…

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Cats mean like delinquents

Vagastorm as cats

Wc: 730

Alan

A Maine coon that you found wounded in the street, barely standing up while he fought six other cats. After you scared them away he fell down and put no resistance when you picked him up and brought him home.

At first he is so skittish of touch he attempts to hide under your bed or wardrobe but his size doesn't allow him which makes him nervous so please buy him a box or something so he feels safe, he will come out eventually when he gets attached to you.

First cat you know that willingly sits through cutting his nails, even if you don't know it, that is because once when playing he punctured your skin with his claws enough to draw blood and when he attempted to lick it to make you feel better his paper sand tongue made you recoil away.

Even if he is around Leo most of the time for the sake of reducing possible damages, he seems to have taken a soft spot for Sho choosing him as his usual play fight partner, even if he is so young he gets tired easily while he catches his breath Alan licks any scratches he might have gotten, and teaching him to hunt the multitude of mouse toys

Just like Thoma he also whips the kittens into good behavior but he isn't as fast to swipe at them, preferring to hiss for a nice while. If they don't comply he will bite the scruff if their neck and wrangle them around. Leo is there most of the time. If any of the kittens claw you or bite hard then that is when they face mighty claw punch (it's just swiping a paw at them but given he is a 11kg cat and the kittens are around 1kg so it usually stumbles them off their paws)

Never really a clingy cat but a protective one, if there are guests he hasn't met before and they touch even your shoulder he bites their hand before settling in your lap or between you two until they leave.

Leo

A classic English shorthair with a slightly lighter coat than usual.

The most Instagram able cat ever, as soon as he sees a camera he starts acting all cute and innocent. Sometimes he lets you put him in clothes but only enough for the photoshoot.

But just because he is cute doesn't mean he is nice, the littlest shit possible, meowing at any closed doors only to turn around when you open them, step on your laptop and face and chew your clothes.

Won't even look at you if you attempt to play with him, no matter how skillfully you move that feather, don't feel too bad! He almost doesn't play with the other cats too, either.

Makes Sho aid him in his mischief entraining you, his biggest attempted hit was going to be the salmon on your counter but luckily Alan dragged him back down before any paw or teeth touched it.

If you think you can eat anything at night alone, think again. Where Alan and Sho are heavy sleepers Leo seemingly can hear anything inside the house even if he is sleeping on the second floor and you are munching on biscuits. In his eyes you can see him threaten to wake the others unless you give him a treat so you two end up eating together.

Sho

A Turkish angora who got rehomed after he started picking fights with his big brother.

When he came home with Leo they were a problematic duo for you and Alan, Sho would entertain you with something while Leo attempted to push things out of the table or be a nuisance.

It's only when Leo is at the vet for eating something he shouldn't or getting glass stuck in his paw (don't feel sorry for him, he threw a glass and accidentally stepped on it) that you can see he is actually a nice kitty who happens to have a bad influence friend.

He really likes getting his hair brushed, and has just enough of it to be put on a ponytail and he will allow you to put accessories but nothing too flashy.

When you cook he stares from the oven, enjoying the warmth and the show.

His new favorite spot is under your bed, he goes there whenever Alan is too tiring and because he is so big can barely poke his head in.

[warmerstranger]

STARFRUIT PICKS AND CARVINGS

。°˖ ʚɞ ꒦꒷⩩ Ft. The Astral Express (Trailblazer, March 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt Yang, Pom Pom) x GN! Reader

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulation, overprotective, controlling behaviors, implied stalking, gaslight, obsession, possessive traits), found family <3

°°``Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

Woo! Finally back :) Himeko is shortest despite being the first part I worked on.. unexpectedly difficult to write for.

✏ Packed up with unknown origins and left to wander as a fresh face with a gaze filled with wonder and raw sincerity like a piece of paper waiting to write out your own life, you're welcomed with open arms to travel between the stars and treated as if you've been around for a longer than even more than the Conductor themself.

☄Stelle/Caelus (The Funky Sibling)

- The one saving and dragging your ass out when you dive into troubles (particularly that is caused with/by them in the first place). You both be topping the most troublesome duo due to them being a calamitous influence on you, literally before you know it, you're already in it together; doing a little bit silly tomfoolery, antics and trash treasure hunting.

Despite them acting out a deadpan humor 23/7, they're gutsy and all when the situation needs it especially on that one time you're to hide in a closet with them from the Goethe Hotel's resident devil. Hands down they would really give a beating/long roast and rant to whoever is the unlucky person that mistreat you they aren't going to let it slide as long as you're under their watch, you have to restrain them back literally if you even could...! Trailblazer is either the living personification of your inner demons, intrusive thoughts, the very lethal temptations that need to be acted upon with you as the enabler or you can be a little goody-two shoes yourself and be the one affecting them under good impact—to be a reasonable member of the society, that's fine too. You can't change them at their core anyway, they're still their own person with a mind to act as they like, the omen of chaotic authenticity (you still play a big role in determining their behavior structure since they would be swayed easily especially if you ask nicely with a cherry on top and puppy eyes).

They like to gift you random trinkets you would've thought that they stole it off from some high class places or people (they might have) but most are actually from trash cans, they don't tell you that of course unless you ask nicely with a Cherry on top and even then you'll have to go through their original recital of the quote unquote, 'enlightening hard-fought' battles and journeys for obtaining the valuable trinkets.

You can count on them for any shiny secret of the stars/universe for sure, they're up to give you some thoughts-empty philosophical preaching that would leave you both more questions than answers. Onward to another illusion of free choice.

❆ March 7th (The Mouthy Cousin)

- The one treating you to accessories or piece of clothing she thinks you would be fit in or anything that might catch your eyes in the shopping sessions with her. You're mostly being treated as her dress-up doll or best companion for her to dump the juicy gossips or trends she got her hands on depending on her mood, no in-between.

March is always gushing about you one way or another, snapping pictures of you with her together so fast in a row of clicks that you can't really stop her from how... active she is. Surely she's just a harmless big fan of yours. In reality, she absolutely have tons of your candid pictures in her another separate limitless-storage camera. Any expressions, poses, and moments about you are a must she couldn't miss it a sec! She's literally keeping a secret album or scrapbook filled with them she could beat Dan Heng's data bank collection in that category at this point. What you don't know, wouldn't hurt you, right? Sometimes she and the Trailblazer quarrel against each other in terms of borrowing you as a partner/company to go with, like March would maximize all her brain cells potential for any reasons she could make up on that occassion or she would just have to delve in the intense battle of rock-paper-scissors.

She's your reliable source for up-to-date information and all the sensational tidbits, so you're very forced encouraged to count on her at that!

✒ Dan Heng (The Silent but Deadly Brother)

- The voice of reason, the dependable go-to in gathering and tidying up your thoughts, undoing the knots of jumbled up thoughts since he has the most braincell compared to the certain two others. Before you realize it, he's the person to depend on mostly—the closest you can reach out to anytime possible, you could be baring your heart to him and you wouldn't possibly realize when he has already keep it safe to somewhere out of reach from anyone else. Now, you would be holing yourself up more often in his room. Since he has this cultured cool air that makes him seem cool and competent, his words are credible ordinarily and thus influence your decision-making ability more like he would only need to tell you not to do something just in a quiet and clear tone and you could feel your temptation to inflict chaos withdrawed for the time being.

More frequently you might start to see yourself hovering close to Dan Heng or, is it him who has been always there from the first beginning as if knowing all your frequent spot and routes? Somehow you get the highest urge to be well-behaved under someone's silent watchful eyes that felt prickly with uneasiness it's almost like he has you on a leash.

You would be more prone to choose this alternative more than that option, taking up that one method because it's proven effective for you. Dan Heng doesn't need to do anything too drastic, what thoughts have he learned and collected about you are rarely let out too, it's giving him a peaceful satisfaction to know you're secured in his lines of thinking unless you start to go off the rails and gets your well-being threatened, that's when he will step in, revealing the moment you could witness he doesn't actually have that much self-restraint to uphold like the two others.

❇ Himeko (The Coffee Aunt)

- The one spoiling you rotten, similar to how March is, but in terms of more lavish things, clothes, and including weapons...!? She would every month give you enough allowance for you to splurge on depending how well you're behaving.

In your life, Himeko has become your driving force in a way you might not notice and you would end up only be ashamed of yourself after she gives you this disapproving look while telling you she isn't one to tell you something because she embodies a spirit of being adventurous herself, but she wouldn't be sure if you could do fine yet getting into specifically dangerous things like that. It's up to you nonetheless, she won't stop you, she wouldn't refuse to give a helping hand even in your supposedly own mess you made and if you had learn something you might regret for being involved with... be sure not to let her know or she would keep impelling you towards those things over and over until you get stronger as her way of training so you could face them by yourself that in the end, you might seek more journey and challenging ways of life to bask yourself in...

Of course, you also have the privilege to have her special coffee. In fact, she never stops getting ideas of new blends she could give to you based on your experiences so far—they would give it a more everlasting taste in your mouth that you wouldn't ever forget, don't you think? As reminded of that spacious and overwhelming milky way...

✦ Welt (The Thoughtful Grandpa)

- The one most doting and lenient on you who still keeps you under a protective control. Welt is the perfect balance out of the family; experienced, compassionate, has a boyish charm, sophisticated and wise. He's someone who you can't help but love him simply as the youthful parent he is. Either way, he has become the important part of your life, eager to keep pace with you and find out your latest development or daily journey. He likes to provide you with some of animations mixed of his experiences, everything that had passed up until the current time, your adventure and/or everyday routine as entertainment and even hinted education through clues and points you can take note from whenever you feel like you're in a bind in your life situation. Even just being in his company when you wind down, any conversations with him will result a rich fruitful knowledge and enlightenment philosophy if you let him get carried away with his track of thoughts, though it's still relaxing to hear his voice at least.

There's almost no cons that could trascend past the pros of him overall. No matter the struggles and troubles that you meet, you feel like you can tackle anything and having your hopeful future figured out, laid down to you that the only left thing to do is to believe in it then follow with all the courage you gain from reaching up to this far. Probably since a certain someone has been watching out for you and taking care of you too well as if you're his own child. You may notice Welt is discreet yet quite selective in allowing few people into your life, leading you away from fated encounters with the ones he advised to not get yourself involved, sparing you off the hassle to face a risky battle, and many others that you feel like he's shaping your life sometimes. But it's not like he's all that controlling or restricting, so it should be only wise to just trust him and leaving some responsibilities for him to take on, right? He's the experienced member who acts as if he's from the far off distant future that leaves momentous traces of his presence for you after all...

ᰔᩚ Pom-pom (The House Pet Owner)

- Guardian of the train with their own whole soul, with you as the passenger, they're all the more fussy about you with commands to take care of yourself and not neglect your health if you seem unwell (get ready for a more intensive checkup). At any signs that comes from something off even a slight dust speck or different scent on you will be brought up, interrogated, they need to make sure you're at your best most of the time! They couldn't have you feeling down as well or they would feel (even more depressed throughout the day) -as if they fail to fulfill their main purpose and duty, maybe there could also be something about the train that somehow bug you or dampen your mood...

So it's totally recommended if you depend on them; with some tasks in scope of their abilities (they will make sure to give their all and taking them very seriously), you can tell any nicely worded feedbacks or constructive criticism (if you even have the heart to reprimand them for it, shame on you) and hug them kindly for your needed soft texture of comfort dose (after much convincing, they are not to be treated as a stuffed animal!! but they're most indulgent on you without much consideration, they do appreciate and feel happy for being treated or praised this kindly). Pom-pom also wouldn't want you to tell the others (they still know though) that the conductor has always been giving more bonus rewards for you only.

[leclercskiesahead]

first pole of the season

hello everyone! merry christmas! I wanted to give a very big thank you to everyone who left messages on my deco tree, you are all so sweet and made me smile, I appreciate you all. Wishing you all the loveliest holiday season and hopefully another great year. I love seeing everyone's content and tags as they come. I tried to hunt down as many trees as possible to leave messages but I'm sure there are many I missed. This is my xmas present to you all.

The coffee machine was broken that week.

Charles didn’t drink coffee, but he noticed because Carlos had been a lot less enthused about their preseason activities that week. And he'd heard his teammate grumbling about it to Sylvia that morning.

Charles was normally the more proactive one during media shoots anyway, always messing around in front of the cameras, wanting to see his shots, picking out accessories and suggesting his own poses. Carlos preferred to wait for direction, only occasionally joking about a position he was put in. Or laughing nervously when a camera got too close to his face. But he was especially subdued for this team wear shoot. Not even one dry joke or empty threat to pull a stupid face.

Is this really just because of coffee, Charles wondered.

When they were given a short break, and Carlos yawned and announced he was going to take a nap, then promptly laid down on the couch for the shoot, no one batted an eye. The newer staff or external crew laughed it off as a joke, ones who had been around longer and knew Carlos better shook their heads in sympathy.

Then everyone just kind of…scattered. A few people went out to get snacks or drinks (none with espresso, unfortunately). Other retreated to the sides and began scrolling on their phones. And Charles was there. In the room. Nothing to do.

He leaned against the back of the couch, an old, brown fake leather thing. It wasn’t very high, so it was almost like a seat for him. He twiddled with the sleeves of his race suit that was hanging around his waist.

He hummed a little bit, but no one paid him any mind.

So Charles’ mind started to wander.

He looked over the couch, at the man stretched out across the seats, hands folded nicely over his stomach, eyes closed.

He’s not actually sleeping, right?

“Carlos,” Charles whispered. His usually soft ‘r’ in his accent was almost nonexistent when he tried to keep him voice down.

Carlos did not respond.

Has he actually fallen asleep?

A random thought then occurred to Charles, one that made him smile impishly to himself.

Bracing one palm against the couch frame, he carefully swung one leg over, then the other, until his legs were both dangling across Carlos’ laying body. And then he began to slide down.

“Mmh…what are—nngh…” came the sleepy, confused groan from below him. And then Charles felt a hand come to push at his thigh.

Ha, he knew he wasn’t sleeping.

He had woken up too late, though. Charles settled onto Carlos’ body, giggling at the annoyed grunts from underneath him. He wobbled a little when Carlos tried to buck him off, but managed to stuff his hands in the gaps between Carlos’ legs and the seat back, finding some purchase to rebalance himself.

“Cabrón,” Carlos grunted. His voice still sounded a little sleepy, which just made Charles want to laugh again.

“Cahlos,” he sang. “You are taking up all the space!”

His reply was another grunt and shove at his thigh.

Somewhere in the room, someone wondered aloud, “what is happening?”

Charles had not noticed when the crew had returned and started adjusting their equipment again. He leaned back on his arms and shifted, trying to not put all his weight on Carlos. The last thing he needed before preseason testing was a flattened teammate.

Another voice said, “are you alright, you two? We can carry on with the shoot if you have so much energy.”

“No,” Carlos grunted, his Spanish accent coming out in full force. This time, however, he pulled Charles towards him.

Charles fidgeted, not expecting Carlos’ sudden compliance to his antics. But as he shifted to readjust his weight, he found the reason for this sudden change.

He had to clamp down on his tongue to stop the laugh that nearly burst from his throat.

Carlos was hard.

Charles shifted again, earning a small, short groan. Fingers clamped down harder around his thigh.

Charles had to press his lips together to stop himself from giggling out loud. Any other time, he would be flattered and proud at having this effect on Carlos. Right now though, he just wanted to make the most fun out of this.

So he lifted his arms and let his whole weight sink down on Carlos' hard on.

This time, the grunt was more like a growl, so low that Charles felt rather than heard it, rumbling through his teammate's body. It made something inside Charles twist with delight. Even though he was the one in control here, he still couldn't control his body's reaction to his teammate, especially not when Carlos made noises like this. Deep, low, animalistic. It sent a pleasant shiver up his spine, thinking about it.

"Are we ready, or..."

"Cinque minuti, per favore," was Carlos' response. His voice was a little tense, but to an outside ear, nothing out of the ordinary considering his decaffeinated grumbles the whole morning. His eyes were pointedly shut, as if pretending the whole situation with Charles sitting on him did not exist. "You gave us a fifteen minute break."

Everyone just laughed and shook their heads, but heeded to Carlos' request. As they turned back to their own devices, Charles took the opportunity to carefully slide off the very impressive tent of Carlos' race suit. The hands on his thigh and lower back tensed as he moved, but relaxed when Charles kept himself perched on the edge of the couch, leaning back so his body kept a certain monument out of sight.

As funny as it was, certain things were for his viewing pleasure only.

Carlos, to his credit, managed to will himself down quickly, and "stirred" from his "nap" promptly after five minutes.

But Charles was not done with him yet.

"Okay, quick pit stop to change, and then we meet at the gate for the outdoor filming, bene?" Sylvia announced, and Charles took his chance.

“Yes, box box,” he joked.

Then he leaned in to whisper in Carlos’ ear. “Box for hards.”

His reward was a pinch to his ass.

“I will get you for this later,” Carlos muttered, low under his breath.

His tone made it clear that they were spending the night at one of their houses. Likely in the bedroom and nowhere else.

Charles giggled. He was already looking forward to it.

[fishyishy]

A3! Translation - Hyodo Kumon SSR 【MANKAI Treasure】 Treasure Hunt: KUMON (1/3)

Director: What's up, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: Yeah, that's fine

Kumon: I'm homeee!

Tenma: I'm home.

Juza: I'm home.

Director: Ah, welcome back everyone!

Yuki: Welcome back. Looks like its a full lineup of the Yosei University members.

Taichi: Hehe, we just happened to meet at the school cafeteria~.

Yuki: Hmm...with so many people on the way back, it must have gotten insufferably hot.

Kumon: That's not the case at all! It's so much fun being able to talk about the lectures while taking detours to get back home!

Director: (Haha, looks like Kumon-kun is enjoying his time at Yosei University)

Taichi: Or rather, what's on the table is... Kyucchan's birthday bromide!?

Director: That's right. I was looking at Kumon's bromide photoshoot we took the other day.

Kumon: The bromide is now finished. It was super duper fun taking the photos.

Tenma: Wow, they're all really well taken. Won't the fans be happy to see this too?

Tsuzuru: It's all sparkly and makes your birthday feel special. The accessories are luxurious as well.

Taichi: I know right~! Also, hasn't Kyucchan become more grown up since he's become a university student!?

Kumon: Really!? I'm super super happy to hear everyone's compliments!

Juza: ......

Tsuzuru: Juza? Is something wrong?

Juza: No....it's just, how should I put it... he's grown up.

Tenma: So you were just having the feeling of your brother growing up.

Kumon: Niichan! I'll always be your cute little brother!

Yuki: Uh huh, if that's what you want to do.

Tenma: If the bromide is done, then it means that project must be coming up soon right?

Director: That's right, it's about time to start preparing for Kumon's birthday project.

Yuki: This bromide's costume is so sparkly and treasure-like, so it's a "treasure hunt" themed project.

Kumon: Yaaay! I've been looking forward to my turn ever since this project was decided!

Taichi: The birthday boy will receive a note with hints and use it to find the present and member who prepared it!

Tsuzuru: I think they also shoot the video by themselves.

Director: It's for personal records and memories. It should give off the same feel as home videos.

Juza: I see.

Kumon: I can't wait to see who will get what! I'm super duper uper excited~.

Tenma: Kumon's birthday treasure hunt looks like it's going to be interesting.

Director: ---Yes, please bring a camera and the hint notes.

Kumon: Yesssss! Thanks! I'm excited for the treasure hunt!

Kumon: Okay, let's turn the camera on... and open the hint!!

Kumon: Etto, what's written is........"Daily special braised pork meal set"?

Kumon: This is.... definitely that place!!

Director: (It looks like he immediately thought of a place)

Kumon: Well then, I'm off director!

Director: Alright, have fun!

I next

please let me know if there are any mistakes !

[stormvanari]

Day 1: Fav OC

After Darian Vernworth took the 2023 spotlight, H swoops in for the 2024 spotlight! But why is she one of my favorites? There's a couple reasons:

The Grim Ripper inspiration: while her design evokes more of a plague doctor (and I love them), it's the Grim Ripper that I took heavy inspiration from when it comes to designing H. Moreover, I thought, "I need a harbinger DD." Plus, I like capes and masks, which both accessories are the result of H's story: it all started with forks and knives being constantly thrown onto her Worker Drone self. She wore a mask carved by Tessa to protect herself from incoming projectiles thrown by her bosses but was unable to wear a tablecloth due to a strict dress code. Years later on the exoplanet Lanthanum-57, CYN granted H her signature cape and (upgraded) mask with glass eye sockets.

"Bookbird": I enjoy imagining scenarios involving H collecting random items like bones, cameras, books (gothic fiction is her favorite), and frozen owl pellets (to H, it's like finding gold buried in the snow). She's also a photographer who's always exploring Lanthanum-57 when she isn't actively hunting.

Messy Relationships: H doesn't like being ordered around: she's endured enough abuse from Mr. and Mrs. Elliot, and her theatric squad leader SD-I. As a result, H harbors intense envy towards the Workers being free from control. But meeting the overprotective W begins to change the caped DDs' perspective towards the Workers in particular.

Acts like a birb

[prism-empurress]

As the camera turns on, Trixie trips and falls. "FUCKING...SHIT ASS BITCH." Trixie shouts, grabbing her leg dramatically. "Haha, you dumb whore." Katya laughs like a wicked witch, carrying multiple shopping bags and strutting as she does so. "Where'd your bags go?" "Look around!" Trixie gestures wildly to all the spilled cheap-ass items around the filming studio. "Look; there's my dignity snapped in half, and there's the knockoff nerf gun that fits in my hand." Katya, still laughing to herself, helps Trixie up into her seat. "Are you good, girl?" "I regret waking up today, but physically I'm fine." "You ready to start today's episode?" "Yeah. Yeah." "Oh shit, we're rolling already. We're gonna have to cut me tripping..." Clearing her throat, Trixie Mattel fluffs up her hair and says "Hi, I'm the demon possessing a vaguely humanoid flesh-suit, Trixie Mattel." Without missing a beat, Katya states "And I'm an alien from planetoid 42069BS, on the hunt for good dick; Katya!" "And this is UNHhhhh! The show where we talk about whatever we want to talk about! Because it's our show...and not yours."

"What're we doing today, Trixie?" Katya asks, stifling her laughter. "We just brought home a HUUUGE shopping haul from some dollar store. Not only did we get makeup products; we got other things." "If you're on a budget, and running late to someone's kid's birthday party...stop on by a random dollar store and you can get..." Katya digs in her bag and pulls out a fashion doll wearing a super baggy dress that does not fit the doll at all, "This bootleg Barbie doll with a lazy eye!" "She can still slay, even though she's a cheap bitch." Trixie nods, "She just needs a bottle of vodka, fifty bucks, and a night out in the town."

"She doesn't come with either of those accessories. We should make some. Okay your turn."

"If you're a lyrical genius, get yourself ..." Trixie pauses for dramatic effect as Katya does a drumroll... and then Trixie pulls out a green 'guitar' with only three strings. "This cool guitar to get yourself some much needed bitches." "Play a song for us, Trixie!" "Hold on, I need to look the part." Digging some more in her shopping bag, Trixie pulls out some dollarstore shades, puts them on all coolly, and strums a broken tune on the 'guitar'. It does not sound decent.

"BOOOOO!" Katya shouts, giving Trixie a thumbs down. Trixie then bonks Katya on the head with it.

[artyandink]

we can be more | dean winchester | 9

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

CROSSROAD BLUES

ᴺᴼ�� ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :  CROSSROAD BLUES - ROBERT JOHNSON

“Hey, jellybean.” Dad smiled into the camera, sharpening his knife. “This hunt is pretty dangerous, I’ll have to admit. These vamps are beating the hell out of me.” 

“Hey, Mick!” A hunter yelled. “Are you talkin’ to your daughter again?” 

“Oh, come on, Ed, you’d do the same if you had one.” Dad retorted. “It’s a shame that no girl’s ever looked your way, huh?” He turned back toward the camera. “Y’know, I’d give anything to be home with you. I’ve been such a bad father these past few years. I missed your graduation. Your orientation day in Princeton too. You didn’t even go to prom because you wanted to see me come back from a hunt but I didn’t until a few weeks later. I think…” His voice broke off. 

There were happy shouts in the background, but Dad didn’t seem so happy. 

“I think that the last time I’ll ever see you is this picture I keep in my pocket.” He pulled it out, taking a look. “I keep you with me every day. I love you so much, jellybean, but I don’t think I’m comin’ back. I know I promised, I know, but I don’t think I am. I trained you to keep yourself safe. Keep your mother safe. And Lils, and Carter too, because if I don’t come back then I don’t know what sorta things will come after your blood and I know they will, so please, be safe. You’re a Rainer, Ivonne, don’t ever forget that. I love you more than life itself, sweetheart. Don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry.” 

I gasped once I saw the video message, immediately searching for my phone. I dialled my mom frantically, holding the phone to my ear. 

“Please, please…” I muttered, pacing and trying to keep tears from falling. 

‘Honey?’ My mum answered. ‘What’s wrong?’ 

“Mom, Dad’s in trouble. He sent me a message saying that this could be the last he sees me, but I…“

‘Did he tell you where he was?’ 

“No, he just told me not to look-“ 

‘Then don’t. He’s said it for a reason. The term’s almost over, wait for another message and if not, come straight home, ok?’ She cut the call, and I collapsed on my bed, hyperventilating. 

What if I never see him again? 

I can’t do any of this without him.

“So much for our low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database.” Sam sighed, checking the police database and showing us the mugshots of Dean. 

“Dude. It’s like I’m Dillinger or somethin’.” Dean grinned excitedly. 

“Mhmm.” I nodded. “You’re a wanted criminal in the FBI’s database, which is a huge drawback cause we travel everywhere, and you’re rejoicing. But hey, at least they got your good angles.” 

“Well, what do they got on you two?” 

“Nothing on me, cause James managed to clear me of all charges.” 

“You’re lucky your police boy could help out.” 

“Well, I caused no evident law breaking, so they can’t press.” 

“What about Sammy?” 

“I’m sure they haven’t posted it yet.” Sam muttered. 

“What? No accessory, no nothing?” 

“Shut up.” 

“You’re jealous.” Dean laughed. 

“No, I’m not!” Sam protested, giving Dean a look. 

“As if someone would be jealous of being wanted for murder, breaking and entering, escape and grave desecration.” I scoffed. 

“What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young woman, you?” Dean grinned, so I looked at the case file. 

“Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.” 

“Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?” 

“Two days before.”

”And did he actually say ‘black dog’?” 

“Yeah. A vicious, wild, black dog.” Sam nodded. “The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive.” 

“Do you think we’re dealing with an actual black dog?” 

“Maybe.” 

“What’s the lore on it?” 

“It's all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but... some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty.” 

“Well, it could be a death omen.” I suggested. “Spectral black dogs never attack without reason. We could be dealing with a Grim sort of thing. Like, you know, Harry Potter.” 

“You have… the Grim.” Dean mimicked, making us all laugh. 

“So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?” Sam asked. We were interviewing his business partner. 

“That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?” 

“A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest.” The man laughed, drawing a weird look from us. “This funny to you?” 

“No, it... it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind... well, he gets another tribute.” 

“Right.” Sam nodded. “Any reason why he would do such a thing?” 

“I, I have no clue, I mean he lived a charmed life.” 

“How so?” 

“He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I... and it wasn't always that way, either.” 

“No?” I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms. 

“You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive.”

”What changed?”

”You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing... he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart...” He trailed off. 

“What?” 

“It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why... why just throw it away?”

“So…” Sam drummed on the glove box. “Dean.”

”What about Dean?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

”You two care for each other a lot.”

“That’s natural.” 

“A lot.” 

“What are you implying?”

”That you and my brother could be a… a thing… someday.” 

“Keep dreaming.” I laughed. “Dean and I have a good thing goin’. Plus, he flirts with every girl his age he sets his eyes on.” 

“If you say so.” Sam grinned, nudging me. “In the meantime, you can flirt with James Rhodes. Keep your options open-“ 

“Shut up.” We started giggling, but then Dean came back.

”So?” 

“Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty three, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real.” Dean grinned. 

“Spare the details of your latest hookup, Dean.” I sighed. “What did you get on the black dogs?” 

“Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all. And, uh,” He pulled off a post-it note from his clipboard, “I don't know what this thing is.” I took it and raised an eyebrow, handing it to Sam. 

“I have no idea what this is.”

“You mean Carly’s MySpace address?” Sam chuckled. 

“Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?” Dean frowned. “Is that some dating site or somethin’?” 

We had been round most houses, but they were just cases of barking Pomeranians. Naturally, Deans as starting to get mad. 

“I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbour’s yard...” He knocked on the next door, and a lady opened it, looking nervous.

”Afternoon, ma’am.” I flashed my badge. “Animal control.” 

“Oh, someone already came yesterday.” She blinked, and we shared a look. 

“Oh, we're just following up.” Sam excused. “We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Pearlman?” 

“The Doctor, well, she, I don't know exactly when she'll be back, she left two days ago.” 

“Ok. And you are..?” 

“Ms Pearlman’s maid.” She stammered. 

“So where did the Doctor go?” 

“I'm not sure. She just packed and went, she didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?” 

“Oh, not yet. You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?” I asked, feigning concern.

“Well, no. I never even heard it.” Dean looked at a photo, analysing it. The maid continued nervously, “I was almost starting to think the Doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so...” 

“Hey, you know I read she was, uh chief surgeon at the hospital. She's gotta be what, forty two, forty three? That's pretty young for that job.” Dean  probed casually. 

“Youngest in the history of the place. She got the position... ten years ago?” 

“Ten years?” I raised an eyebrow. “An overnight success, too.”

“Yeah, we know a guy like that.” Dean nodded, gesturing to the painting. “And, look, Lloyd’s bar.” 

We pulled up at Lloyd’s bar, and outside there were yellow flowers growing around the door. I pulled out my pocket botany guide, flicking through it. 

“Yellow flowers?” Dean scoffed. “Wanna pick ‘em, Beanie?” 

“Not just any yellow flowers.” I replied, reading the page I’d found. “Yarrow flowers. They’re used in summoning rituals. Someone planted them here.” 

“So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's.” 

“Where there just happens to be a crossroads.” Sam frowned. “You think?” 

“Let’s find out.” We went to the crossroads, taking a shovel and digging in the dead centre. We eventually hit something solid, and we shared a look. “Yahtzee.” I pulled out a box, opening it and checking the contents. 

“Graveyard dirt, black cat bone, all hardcore and unmistakeable methods to summon a demon.” I informed, tapping the side of the vial of graveyard dirt. 

“That’s serious hoodoo.” 

“No, not just to summon one.” I shook my head. “Crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are actually making deals with the damn thing. You know, 'cause that always ends good. These people aren’t seeing just spectral black dogs. These are hellhounds. Demonic pit bulls that guard hell’s gates and drag anyone who belongs there in if they’ve sold their soul or belong there.” You can bring people back by summoning demons. Bring anyone back.

‘Yeah, whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting.”  Sam sighed. 

“And that doctor lady?” Dean grimaced. “Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough.” 

“So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?” 

“Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music. You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's, there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?” Dean rolled his eyes when Sam didn’t follow. “The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs.” 

“And now it’s happening all over again.” 

“We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.” I resolved, dusting off my hands. 

“Great. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal.” Dean frowned. 

“They’re human. We can’t leave them to die.” 

“Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?” 

“Dean.” 

“Fine.” He conceded. “Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive.” 

I was preparing for a big gymnastics tournament, stretching and testing my flexibility for the big moment. This could be my one chance to get to the Olympics. 

“Why so nervous, jellybean?” Dad was at the door, holding my bottle of water. 

“If I don’t get this, I don’t get the Olympics.” I sighed, taking the bottle. “Thanks.” 

“No problem, sweetheart.” He patted my shoulder with a smile. “You’re gonna be fine.” 

“How are you so sure?” 

“Because you’re Ivonne Rainer.” He smiled, bending to my height. “You’re the toughest girl I know. You take after your mother. She used to hunt, but after she had you she stopped. But I’ve never seen a lady like her until you grew up. You can load and shoot a gun faster than I can, so flying across that room should be child’s play to you.” He kissed my forehead, clasping our hands together. “So, who are you?” 

“I’m a Rainer.” 

“Who are you?!” 

“I’m a Rainer!” 

“I can’t hear you, solider! WHO ARE YOU?!” 

“I’M A RAINER!” He hugged me tight, patting my back. 

“Knock ‘em dead, tiger.”

We walked up the stairs in an apartment building, looking at a picture. 

“What's this guy's name again?” Sam asked. 

“George Darrow.” Dean informed. “Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?” 

“Yeah.” I nodded. “So whatever kind of deal he made-“

”Wasn't for cash. Oh, who knows. Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis.” We gave him a look, “No, I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun.” 

“Look at that.” Sam pointed at a black powder outside Darrow’s door, and I recognised it from somewhere. I touched it, staring at it. 

“Is that pepper?” Dean scoffed. 

“I… don’t know.” I frowned. 

“Who the hell are you?” Darrow grumbled, the door swinging open. 

“George Darrow?” Dean asked. 

“I’m not buyin’ anything.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there. Usually when you want to keep something evil out you go for the salt.” 

“I don't know what you talkin' about.” 

“I’m talkin’ about this.” Dean held up a picture of a hellhound. “You seen this yet?” 

“Look. We want to help. Please. Just five minutes.” Sam begged. He let us in wordlessly, and we stepped in, cautious not to disturb the black line. “So what is that stuff out front?” I blew on the black dust, and then I got it.

“Goofer dust.” Darrow and I said at the same time, but Sam and Dean stared at us.

“What, you boys think you know somethin' about somethin' but not Goofer dust? Girl gets it.” Darrow lectured gruffly, tossing Dean a brown sack.

“Well, we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous.” Dean replied casually. 

“What is it?” Sam asked. 

“Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons.“ He waddled over to a chair. “Four minutes left.” 

“Mr. Darrow. We know you're in trouble.” 

“Trouble that you got yourself into.” Dean sniffed. 

“But there’s still hope, alright? There's gotta be something we can do.” 

“Listen. I get that you boys want to help.” Darrow sighed. “But sometimes a person makes their bed, they've just got to lie down in it. I'm the one called that demon in the first place.” 

“What d’you do it for?” I asked, gaining a stunned look. “You heard me. Why did you do it?”

“I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just... I just never thought about the price.” 

“Was it worth it?” 

“Hell no. 'Course, I asked for talent. Shoulda gone for fame. I'm still broke, and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want. But that wasn't the worst.” 

“Go on.” 

“Demon didn't leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week. Just chattin'. Makin' more deals. I tried to warn folks, but, I mean who's goin' to listen to an old drunk?” 

“George, how many other people are there? Like you?”

“Uh, the architect, that doctor lady — I kept up with them, they've been in the papers. Least they got famous.” 

“Think, George.” 

“One more. Uh, nice guy too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for.” 

“No.” Sam refused, “No, there’s gotta be a way.” 

“You don't get it! I don't want a way!” 

“Look-“

”I called that thing! I brought it on myself. I brought it on them. I'm going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold them off 'till then. Buy a little time. Okay, boys. Time you went, go help somebody that wants help.” 

“We can’t just-“ 

“Get out! I have work to do.” 

“You don't really want to die.” 

“I don’t?” He scoffed. “I’m… I’m tired.” 

“C’mon, Sam.” I gently took Sam away. “Thank you for your time, sir. It was good meeting you.”

“You too, girlie.”

We knocked on Evan Hudson’s door, and he opened it a small bit. 

“Yes?” He whispered. 

“Evan Hudson?” Sam asked. 

“You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about ten years ago.” Dean added, but then Evan slammed the door. “Come on, we're not demons!” I focused, forgetting about the rune etched into my arm, and my eyes momentarily glowed blue, but then I felt a searing pain in my arm and stopped, falling back against the wall. “Beanie! What happened?” 

“I’m fine, I just tried to use my…” I gestured to my forearm and he understood. “Got any bright ideas?” Dean reared up, then went to kick the door open, but I opened it just by pushing the handle down. Dean collapsed in a crumpled heap, and Sam helped him up with a smirk. “Evan?” 

“Don’t hurt me!” Evan whimpered, jumping out from behind a bookshelf. 

“You know, if we were demons, that’s a terrible thing to do.” I sighed. “We’re here to help, not hurt you. We know about that deal with the demon 10 years ago.” 

“What? How?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” Sam said. “All that matters is how we stop it.” 

“How do I know you're not lying?” 

Dean shrugged. “Well, you don't, but you're kinda running low on options there, buddy-boy.” 

Evan started pacing. “Can you stop it?” 

“Don’t know.” Sam frowned. “But we’ll try.” 

“I don't want to die.” 

“Of course you don’t, not now.” Dean smirked. 

“Dean, stop.” Sam hissed. 

“What did you ask for, Evan?” I asked intently, stepping forward. 

“My wife.” Evan gulped. 

Dean scoffed. “Right. Gettin' the girl. Well, that's worth a trip to hell for.” 

Sam glared at Dean, who, I’ll admit, was getting out of hand. “Stop, Dean.”

”No. He's right, I made the deal.” Evan nodded. “Nobody twisted my arm, that... woman, or whatever she was, at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but... I don't know how to— I was desperate.” 

“Desperate?” 

“Julie was dying.” 

“You did it to save her?” Dean frowned. 

“She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying... a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot.” 

“Did you ever think about her?” 

“I did this for her.” 

“You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But guess what? She's going to have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel-“ 

“Will all of you just shut up already?!” I burst out, silencing everyone. “We’ll figure something out. Evan, keep a close watch, grab anything pure iron in your house and have it as a weapon. Boys, we need to figure this out.” Evan rushed to find something iron, while Sam, Dean and I talked. “Dean, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” Dean shrugged. “Hey, I got an idea.”

”What is it?” 

“You throw George's hoodoo at that Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon.” 

“Summon-“ Sam scoffed, “are you nuts?!” 

“Maybe a little. But Beanie and I can trap it. We can exorcise it, and can buy us time to figure out something more permanent.” 

“But how much time are we talkin’?” I asked, folding my arms. 

“I don't know, a while. I mean, it's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine.” 

“No. No way.” Sam refused. 

“You’re not allowed to say no, Sammy, unless you’ve got a better plan.” 

“Dean, you can forget it, all right? I'm not letting you summon that demon.” 

“Why?” Dean challenged. “Why not?” 

“Because I don't like where your head is at right now, that's why not.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You know, you've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think I know why.” 

“We don’t have time for this-“ 

“Dad. You think maybe Dad made one of these deals, huh? Hell. I've been thinking it. I'm sure you've been thinking it too.” 

“It fits, doesn't it? I'm alive, Dad's dead. The yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul-”

“That’s enough.” I interrupted through gritted teeth. “Neither of your heads are in the right place at the right time and it’s frustrating because you’re meant to be here and now, not stuck in a decision that John made. Dean, you feel guilty about it and I get that feeling more than anything, and Sam, you want to keep everyone as safe as possible, but, right now, we need both of these things,” I tapped my head, “to be clear so we can actually pull off a plan. Sam, take the goofer dust and make a circle around you and Evan. Once it breaks, book it. Dean, you and I are going to summon the demon. Once we get it in the Solomon trap, I’ll exorcise it. We good with that?” 

“Yeah.” They nodded meekly. 

“I think I hear it! It's outside!” Evan called from inside. 

I turned to them both, taking out my book of exorcisms. “Keep Evan alive, Sam.” 

Sam frowned. “Ivy-“ 

“Just do it!” 

Dean placed his ID in George’s hoodoo box, burying it in the centre of the crossroad. I was in hiding, having already painted the Solomon trap. 

“So. What brings a guy like you to a place like this?” The crossroads demon was behind Dean as he stood up. He looked her up and down, and I studied the Latin I needed to read. “You called me?”

”I’m just glad it worked.” Dean smirked. 

“First time?” 

“You could say that.” 

“Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Dean Winchester.” She started circling him, almost like a panther prowling around its prey. The irony was satisfying, really. 

“So, you know about me.” 

“I get the newsletter.” 

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. What have you heard?” I know you’re stalling, but, really, Dean?

”Well, I heard you were handsome, but ... you're just edible.” I gagged from where I was hiding. Who says that? “What can I do for you, Dean?” 

“Maybe we should do this in my car. Nice and private.” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

“So I was hoping we could strike a deal.” Dean offered as they strolled to his car,

“That’s what I do.” The demon smirked. 

“I want Evan Hudson released from his contract.” 

“Oh, sorry, darling. That’s non-negotiable.” 

“I'll make it worth your while.” 

“Really? What are you offering?” 

“Me.” WHAT THE HELL-

“I see. Sacrificing your life for someone else’s. Like father, like son, I guess. “You did know about your dad's deal, right?” She chuckled darkly, giving him innocent eyes, but I knew they weren’t as advertised. “His life for yours? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but... boy, I wish I had.” 

Dean opened the car door, teeth gritted. “After you.” 

“Such a gentleman.” She was about to get in, but stopped upon seeing an inscription poke out from under the car. “A Devil's Trap? You've got to be kidding me. You stupid, stupid... I should rip you limb from limb.“ 

“Take your best shot.” Dean retorted almost pleadingly, backing towards the actual trap. 

“No. I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because your misery's the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt. It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, ‘I can't do this anymore.’” Keep with it, Dean. “You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault. You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need.” 

“What-“ 

“You’re not the only one who feels this way. Imagine Ivy Rainer, forced to live the life her dear brother was meant to. You can make a deal on behalf of her, not Evan Hudson. Now those are terms I can negotiate. Your Beanie can be happy, Dean. Have her family back, and she can be whole.” I gasped silently, glancing towards where the box was buried.

“What do I need?” 

“Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. Seeya, Dean. I wish you a nice long life.” She started to walk away-

“Hold on.” She stopped, smiling. 

“You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces. I just can't leave you like this. Besides. You didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really.” 

“Can you bring him back? My dad?” He asked. 

“Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That's a promise.” 

“What about me?” 

“I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited.“ She walked towards him. “Look. Your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So we'll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus.” 

Dean turned and walked further away. “You think you could...” He turned to face her, “throw in a set of steak knives?”

She advanced towards him, ”You know, this smart-ass self-defense mechanism of yours...” She stopped, noticing that she was in a Solomon trap. “Dean!” 

“Now you’re trapped.” Dean grinned. “That’s gotta hurt. Beanie, you can come out now.” I emerged, holding my book. 

“Let me out. Now.” She hissed.

“In a bit. Thanks for the consideration, but if I wanted to make the deal, I’d have done it.” I smirk. “Alright, here’s our terms, because before you walk free, we need to make a deal. Evan walks free, and you call off your hellhounds. Do that, and you walk too.” 

“I can't break a binding contract.” 

“There’s a difference between ‘can’t’ and ‘don’t want to’; it’ll do you a favour to learn it.” I retorted. “Last chance. Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going, going...” 

“Let’s talk about this-“ 

“Ok, gone.” I pulled out a rosary, and she glanced at it. 

“What-what are you doing?” 

“You’re just going on a trip.” Dean grinned. “Way down south.” 

“Forget Evan. Think of your dad. Both of your dads-“ 

“Regna terrae,” I read, pacing around her. “cantate deo…” I continued reading, watching her shiver and cry out in pain. “in potentis magnife!” 

“Release!” She cried, and Dean and I shared a triumphant look. But then she cupped the nape of Dean’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. I looked away, shutting my book with a snap as he pulled away. 

“What was that for?” Dean spat. 

“Sealing the deal.” 

“I usually like to be warned before I’m violated with demon lips.” 

“Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives.” 

“How do we know you’re not lying?” 

“My word is my bond.” 

“Oh, really?” I handed Dean the Latin book and the rosary.

“It is when I make a deal. It's the rules. You got what you wanted. Now let me go.” Dean fiddled with the rosary, contemplating it. “You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one.” She scoffed. “You know, you renege? Send me to hell? Sooner or later I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do.” Dean stashed the rosary, breaking the circle. She stepped out, giving us a look. “I gotta tell you. You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew.” 

“Knew what?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“About your dads. You should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing-“

“Shut your mouth.” 

“If you could see your poor daddy? Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream?” She sneered to Dean. 

He advanced on her. “How about I send you back there?” He growled. She screamed, ichor pouring out of her mouth and flying into the distance. The lady fell, and we caught her, but she looked terrified. 

“What... how did I get here?” 

“You take care of her.” I sighed. “I’ll bury the box where no one will find it.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” He nodded, and started to help the girl away. I looked at the box, digging it up and pocketing Dean’s ID. Then I took out my own, putting it in the box and burying it in the centre of the crossroads. 

“You called?” I turned, seeing a male crossroads demon this time, wearing a suit. He had brown hair and clever blue eyes, and he walked up to me. “Oh, I know you. Ivonne Rainer. You’re a celebrity back where I come from.” 

“Glad to know.” I retorted. “I want to get back to Sam and Dean before they get suspicious, so let’s get this over with.” 

“Damn, you’re more of a sexy woman than you were put out to be.” He smirked, looking me up and down. “If I was human, well, I’d have asked you out. Anyway, what can I do for you?” 

“Bring my father back to life. Bottom line. No reviving his corpse, actual, healed, human.” 

“I can do that.” He nodded. “Really simple.” 

“Good. How many years do you want from me, then?” 

“No years.” He glanced down at my neck. “I want that necklace.” 

“Why?” 

“You don’t need the burden of how many years you have left, you have enough of a weight on your back already.” I thought about it. “Necklace or no necklace?” 

I took it off and gave it to him, sighing. “Ok, now kiss me, but make it short and sweet.” 

“That takes the fun out of it, but ok.” He kissed me for a millisecond, then winked. “It was fun doing business with you.” He then disappeared, and I walked away, confused. 

My necklace?

I had made dinner for the boys, who were eagerly eating it with cups of cocoa by their plates. I sipped one myself, munching on the food. 

“This is the best pasta I’ve ever had, Beanie, dear God.” Dean praised through a mouthful of food. “This is heavenly.” 

“This is amazing, Ivy.” Sam grinned, sipping his cocoa. Then the doorbell rang, and I stood up, going over to the door while preparing to reach my gun from behind my back, tucked in a holster above the waistband of my shorts. I opened the door, and my heart almost dropped out of my chest. 

“Jellybean?” My dad stood there, ruffled hair and all, looking just like the last video he sent me eight years ago. He cupped my cheeks, looking at me with tears in his eyes. His index touched the gap between my eyebrow, complete with a scar in it. “That’s your scar. And your freckles. Yeah, it’s you. It’s really you. But you’re all grown up…” He laughed, wiping a tear off my cheek. 

“Dad…” I whispered, throwing my arms around his torso. “You’re here, you’re really here.” He hugged me tightly, smoothing down my hair. Sam and Dean came into the hallway, staring at Dad like they’d seen a ghost. I detached myself, hurriedly drying my tears.

”Who’re these two, jellybean?” Dad asked, looking confused. 

“O-Oh, uh… Mr R-Rainer.” Dean stammered. “We didn’t expect to see you here. At all.” 

“Come in, sir, make yourself at home.” Sam gulped, giving me a look. “Ivy, we need to talk.”

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What are some embarrassing secrets of the OW members and what are the reactions of the kids when they inevitably find out?

Cassidy: *sitting in a chair rock documentary style* I used to say 'Blackwatch plays by its own rules' a lot. It comes up a lot in old debriefings. Even worse when I sound smug as hell in that shit. Y'know you tell yourself it was a different time but *sucks breath through teeth* yeah it does not look good.

*camera cuts to Jaime in that same rock documentary interview chair*

Jaime: When did I find out Cole is an accessory to extrajudicial murder?' I mean Vishkar had a real hard-on for anti-Overwatch propaganda--not that they needed to try super hard to make it. I knew about the Venice Incident well before I got on the Watchpoint, but y'know, one day you'll be browsing through the files yourself, you'll learn something new and you're like 'oh hey, I know that war criminal. He's making tamales tonight.'

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Samir: Uncle Niran's always telling us goofy stories from his and Satya's academy days. A lot of it was really funny stuff, like Mom's first hard-light constructs unintentionally looking really phallic or that time she accidentally set off the fire alarm or stuff like that, but usually there were at least 11 details he would include offhandedly that made you go, 'Wow. You guys were in a cult.'

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Marti: *sitting in the interview chair* The thing is, when you have an Auntie who makes it her business to know literally every shameful secret of every powerful person in the world, you get an interesting scope on things. Oh you get extremely jaded, absolutely, and then you get the hubris, and then it just kind of boils down into... a lot of people being boring, actually. And a lot of the time you just kind of end up feeling sorry for people. Auntie actually made me do a full background check on Morrison all by myself before she let me train with him. *sips drink*

Interviewer, offscreen: That's quite an ask.

Marti: *setting drink down* Obviously. He was a massive public figure so I think a major goal of hers was just delaying me training with him while I sorted through all the junk. Anyway I learned that his grandmother had the third largest Precious Moments figurine collection in Indiana, which apparently made him suffer from night terrors until age 13, and also that he spent 11 months in intensely secretive litigation following the Crisis because there's basically an entire subgenre of shoestring-budget gay porn starring an uncanny lookalike operating under the name, 'Jack Whorrison.' Turns out Auntie scrubbed pretty much every video of that from every networked hard drive in the world as a birthday gift to him in her third year after defecting. I found it in her records--no actual videos, just the algorithms she wrote to hunt them down. She gets so embarrassed when she does genuinely nice things for people.

Interviewer, offscreen: Did you ever investigate whether Jack Whorrison was another cloning attempt by Talon?

Marti: Why would they clone him for that. No, that was literally just a blonde dude.

[liverpoollomo]

Lomography Fisheye 2 (with Lomography Ringflash.) Expired Kodak UltraMax 400.

Periodically I go hunting for Lomography cameras and accessories on eBay, Facebook Marketplace and similar. A few months ago I was lucky enough to happen across a Lomography Ringflash that was advertised as "new but opened box."

The first camera I used it with was my Lomography Fisheye 2. However it comes with adapters for the Holga, LC-A and the LC-A+ as well as the Diana F+ (a camera I do not currently possess but now I am more tempted than ever.) I could not wait to experiment.

[airyairyaucontraire]

What I reckon would improve Pokémon Scarlet and Violet in addition to fixing the performance problems and visual glitches people (not me though) have been experiencing:

Revamp the cities so all the shops have proper interiors and so you can once again barge into strangers’ houses to look around and sometimes they give you a present

Things that look like things should actually be things. Like that Delibird Presents warehouse in the pottery town. That looks like it was meant to be the location of some kind of side quest or maybe a much more interesting gym test than the one you actually get there. It’s nothing. It’s the opposite of one of my favourite things about Breath of the Wild, that if you see a place that looks interesting, there’s almost always something to do or find there. The towns feel only half complete because of this. Same goes for the Team Star forts. They’re unnecessarily spacious and you can’t look into their tents/shacks and there are no meaningful interactions, as far as I can tell, with any of the loitering delinquents and it makes me really miss Po Town.

Put the clothing and accessory shops in an area together, not spread out around an unnecessarily large and empty-feeling town. And while we’re at it, why on earth did they split up the categories of garments and accessories into different shops? It only calls attention to how limited the selection is in each one. This wouldn’t matter so much if they would…

LET US BUY CLOTHES. Look, I know I’m a school student in this game, but why do I have to wear my uniform all day every day? Make it a postgame reward that you unlock real clothes shops! It’s your vacation now, you can wear whatever! And include some skirts and dresses for anyone who likes to wear them.

Voice acting for main characters and cut scenes (unnecessary for randoms with whom you have only short interactions)

Let us lock the minimap with north at the top, like the big map, because I hate it wiggling around

It would be nice if my trainer could jump, like just a little hop to get over the fallen logs in some of the woodland-like settings

Put something cool in that space round the back of the school castle

Minigame where you can braid Arven’s hair and put stupid little accessories in it which he grumpily tolerates

Make Pokémon hunting in the wild work like it did in Legends Arceus, I loved that

Bring back the box search system from Let’s Go!

Zoom controls for the Rotom phone camera

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name: Sasha Rasmus Markus

Meaning of Name:  Sasha: Helper of mankind, Defender. Rasmus: Blessed. Markus: Of Mars, Warlike, God of War.

Nickname(s):  Sass, Jing, 

Age: 28

Birthday: May 6

Species/Nationality:  Werelion, American

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English,

Powers:

Werecat Physiology

Fire Manipulation (Through Red Fire Element Rock)

Conjuration

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Usual mortal weakness to things in his human form, Weaknesses to water based attack against his fire based attacks same with earth. Attention Deficit Disorder, Epilepsy,

Pet: Flying Squirrel (Cog, Male), Pekin Duck (Donald Duck, Male)

Occupation: Soldier, Intelligence Operative, 

Faceclaim: Andrew Garfield

Description: Sasha has light brownish blond hair that is soft and long and usually uncombed and wild with some curled ends, but short enough it does not get tangled. His eyes are also a bright blue. He has slightly tanned skin. Sasha also has a small scar on his right thigh after an accident in the kitchen when he was a child. He also has massive claw and teeth scars on his left foot due to being attacked by a beast. He has a scar from an attack by another beast on his right shoulder. Both these from when he was a teenager or later. Sasha also has a scar on his left lower abdomen from getting into a conflict with a caretaker at his orphanage when he was younger.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Red Fire Element Rock, Backpack full of his entire life.

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 137

Body Build: Lean/Toned

Backstory/Background:

Long before Sasha’s actual birth his ancestors had lived somewhere on the African continent. There his people had evolved and became werelions. Or, at the very least, Werecats. His family was dominantly werelions. There several generations of his ancestors had been born, growing up learning more and more of their werecat abilities. But with these differences they were soon found out, found to be unnatural and in time the humans living on their continent began to hunt them down. For a time the werecats were able to find some peace, creating a barrier that cut their territory off from the rest of the world that sought to destroy them.

This temporary living situation also did not last long as soon a drought came to their lands and they had to leave, breaking the barrier down once more. During this time of defenselessness Werecats were hunted down and their numbers again dwindled to near extinction. Sasha’s great grandparents managed to escape the generations of fighting by finding a place in a jungle to stay for some time. There, his parents were born in the small Werecat village. They grew up feeling safety in their jungle home. But it too was also soon invaded by outsiders and they were violently forced to leave. The children and young adults were evacuated and scattered once more, now across the world.

Sasha’s parents journeyed with a few other children and an adult to the Americas. There they again tried to make a life for themselves but was once caught and hunted by the locals for one of their kind being outed as a werecat. Sasha’s mother had been pregnant with him by the time his parents crossed over to the United States. She would later give birth to Sasha while safe in America, Sasha’s father and mother keeping their secret now that they were without the rest of their tribe of werecats. For some time before Sasha’s birth they had a system going to keep themselves safe and from being speculated by those who would hunt their kind.

However, as these things tend to go, an incident happened causing Sasha’s father to have to protect his wife and newborn son using his werelion form. The wrong people caught this on camera, and that was that. News of a ‘werebeast’ had been rumored and spread across the states. Hunters soon showed up and would kill his father, just like that. No flare. Simply just killed him. Injuring his mother, who would then escape, at least for a while. She made her way to a highly populated area and abandoned Sasha, wrapped in a blanket, on the streets. Then she ran away, but only got so far before she too was murdered some blocks from where she had dropped Sasha off.

The next day a young wealthy couple walking by the alleyway where Sasha was abandoned found him and for a short while took him in. However the government soon stepped in taking Sasha from them and a potential loving home. Even when the couple did apply for custody and fought the courts for the years to follow to get Sasha back to them. They were rejected time and time again. Sasha would never learn of this fact, or that someone did want him in the beginning of his life, both his biological parents and the young couple.

Sasha was taken away to an orphanage which was hidden away at the edge of a forest, with one road leading into it and one road leading out. There he would grow up for the rest of his life. He would meet his best friends there, six other children the same age as him. Along with the many other children who were brought to the orphanage. There the children would get into the usual sort of mischief to be expected of children, especially with so many around. Sasha and his friends would go out toward the forest usually. This resulted in them making a Tree House where he and his best friends would often meet up at, even as they got older and started to lead separate lives.

Being short for his age and having a ‘girls name’ Sasha was often subject to bullying by other kids. When he got into high school it became a lot more harsh, causing Sasha to become more introverted and shy around others and not as open to his friends. Because of this, he also came across as cowardly when stressful or dangerous situations arose. This had become a problem when the friends were all sixteen years old and found magical rocks that granted their chosen teenager a gift of the elements. Sasha was the last to receive his rock. As he was less likely to visit the tree house. When he would not visit he was often practicing playing an instrument at the orphanage, which had been something that helped him cope with his situations at that time.

When Sasha finally had shown up to the tree house after not being present for a while the rock appeared to him as the other rocks did his friends before. But at the time he wasn’t willing to accept the rocks gifts. Even trying to get rid of it, it would find its way back to him. Even with that and his friends' encouragement to practice and use the gift the rock gave him Sasha rejected it and their attempts, as he was afraid of using it and hurting them or messing something up. So Sasha would continue to refuse using the rock.

However he could not escape his newly appointed duty for long. This became apparent when the sibling of one of his friends, also destined with an elemental rock, the element of light, had their brother disappear. She came to the four others asking for their service in finding her lost brother. Which the other three friends agreed to do, Sasha however wasn’t as inclined to accept the task. Though he did go with them when the four would journey farther into the woods than they had ever gone before. Which was where the brother had disappeared into. Sasha, even if frightened by this, had still felt the instinctual need to help his friends. The brother counted as one of those friends he had known all his life.

Though because of his doubts Sasha refused to use the rocks, he was not settled on the idea that the rock was actually meant for him and that it belonged to someone braver and stronger than him. Someone who could actually protect their friends and save the missing friend from whatever it was that might have taken them. That’s what Sasha would constantly think to himself, and say to his friends. That he was not deserving of the rock or its gifts. He was more like the second choice. No amount of convincing from his friends ever seemed to encourage him, Sasha would further believe after every failed task for him that he was unworthy. Through their adventures he became more of a liability to them and so, eventually, avoided being forced to go with the others to look for their missing friend.

That was until one day when a great evil presence made itself known and attacked his friends. Sasha hadn’t been with them at that time. They were all defeated. But this evil was looking for all the users of the rocks. Sasha missing from the group had seemed to cause the evil great unrest as he demanded where the ‘last one’ was. Beating his friends. Who would not give up Sasha’s location. What they did not know was that that day Sasha had followed after them, through the forest, and onto the streets where they were attacked, remaining hidden. As initially he felt too much like a failure to join them. A disappointment that was, of course, not worthy of his gift.

But seeing his friends defeated and in pain spurred in this cowardly lion years worth of anger that lay dormant. Sasha waited for the perfect opportunity to attack the evil man who was hurting his friends. Laying a quick trap for the man instead. It was in that session that Sasha would finally activate the power of his rock. Fire. Fire igniting the villain, and wildly catching anything else in it’s path. White hot flames burning the man, as Sasha let all his anger out. This managed to work for a while, while his friends recovered enough, but Sasha was not strong enough on his own to take them down. Leaving them only heavily injured by his flames, weakened enough for the others to handle the rest.

As he was attacking the evil man sent a force into Sasha’s chest, sending him flying like a rag doll across the road, making him fall unconscious. Though by the time this had happened his friends jumped in to stop Sasha from being killed as the evil man moved in to kill him in their frustration. His friends soon would defeat the man and send him running away to go recover from the loss. Sasha was taken to the hospital where the kids’ injuries were tended to. Sasha came off with a few broken ribs for the most part.  However, this incident demoralized most of his friends.

After they recovered they all met less and less and over the next few years gave up on the search for their missing friend. Only the sister had tried, time and time again, to get them to come together again. But eventually she too gave up. Then they all had, one by one, left the orphanage and continued on with normal lives, going to university, or getting careers. But they were never as close as they were again, when before they were seventeen. Sasha had signed up to join the army and left first of all the friends. There he further ignored the rock that had but never let it leave his side, not that he actually could. Over the next few years of his life that was all that Sasha would do, was going on tours and distract himself from being home.

Though now he is home again after a strange incident involving some...fantastical monster of unspecified origins attacking him and his unit. Killing many of them and injuring Sasha in the process. Because of his injury he wasn’t able to be put on the field but able to do what would be considered ‘desk work’ and kept at home. It wasn’t until he decided to move for the first time in nearly a decade that he suddenly remembered that incident when he was sixteen and that they had failed to find the missing brother, when he found an old picture of him with the others at the orphanage. He wondered whatever happened to the girl who wouldn’t give up looking for her brother.

It was after this he packed all his important items into a backpack, rock included, as always, and the rest of his things in a secure storage facility. Then he just pulled up sticks and started to look for anyone who might know what happened to the girl and what happened with her brother, if he was ever found. As well as the other three friends, and what they might be doing. Sasha’s new quest in life became split between serving and finding out why exactly they were given those rocks and why nothing still had come about from having them. Why he was never attacked again and demanded to join some evil organization for his rock. Why everything remained ...the same, apparently. But not quite...now was it...the rock was still there. There was still something that needed to be done. He knew then that he had to find his purpose for being the recipient of the weird rock.

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Cunning, Manipulative, Annoying, Shy, Sensitive, Introvert, Childish, Bookish, Artistic, Aggressive, Stubborn, Patriotic, Charismatic, Idealistic, Tolerant, Heroic, Insightful, Dutiful, Strong, Forthright, Warm, Solemn, Dominating, Reserved, Freewheeling, Casual, Private, Questioning, Clumsy, Anxious, Repressed, Difficult, 

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Obsessed with the color red, Fakes having flaws to seem more interesting, Mutters, Spaces out when nervous, Certain noises annoy him, Claims to be clairvoyant, Very superstitious, Annoyed by nail biters, Eats tea leaves, Annoyed when things are rearranged, Skills: Woodcarving, Singing, Fire eating, Playing piano, Hunting, Voice impressions, Disarming traps, Playing drums, Pole-dancing, Researching, Tracking, Stealth, Gadgetry, First Aid, Strategizing, Monster Lore, Occult Lore, Gardening, Foraging, Hobbies: Programming, Blogging, Model Building, Trivia, Seashell Collecting, Napping, Storm Chasing, Billiards, Dowsing, Learning, Partying, Flying Model Planes, Creating written/spoken codes and ciphers, Car fixing & building,

Likes: Red, Aliens, Naps, Mythology, Occult, Instruments, Gadgets, Planes, Cyphers, Trivia, Models, Social Media, Tabletop Games, Classical Music, Ninjas, Conspiracy Theories, Basketball, Agatha Christie, Gift giving, Competition, Love Stories, Pop Music, Leaves, Hot Air Balloons, Baking, Riddles, Christmas, Saxophones, Zoology, Tea Sets, Celtic music, Walking, Spiders, Helping others, Wizards and Witches, Cartoons, Coffee, Snow Globes, Origami, Comedies, Converses, Pokemon, Cows, Western Novels, 

Dislikes: Scarecrows, Mazes, The sound of ocean waves, Harry Potter, Glow sticks, Fairies, Checkers, Cats, Surprises, Fungi, Easter, BodyBuilding/ers, Fireworks, Showers, Rabbits, Lions, Makeovers, 

Fears: Ailurophobia, Ghosts, 

Personality Tests:

Other: Taurus, 

Parent(s):

   -> Father:

   -> Mother: --- (Angelus Family Line)

Sibling(s): Has 10 older siblings, 

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Gifting for Son: Choosing the Perfect Gift and Small Tips

“Gifting for Son: Choosing the Perfect Gift and Small Tips” A special gift for your son will be a significant turning point in his life. You want to give him the best possible gift, but choosing can be a daunting task. With many different options available, you need to consider and research carefully to find the perfect gift for your son. This article will help you with ideas and tips for gifting your son.

The importance of giving gifts to our loved ones

Giving gifts to loved ones is a way of expressing love, care, and affection towards them. Especially gifting to our children, it makes them feel loved and cared for by their parents while also improving the relationship between parents and children.Choosing the perfect gift for son.

Consider your son’s personality and interests

When choosing a gift for your son, consider his personality and interests. Think about his hobbies, likes and dislikes, and what he enjoys doing in his free time. For example, if he loves music, consider buying him a new set of headphones or a speaker.

Think about his current needs

Consider your son’s current needs when selecting a gift. For example, if he’s preparing to go to college, consider getting him a laptop or other necessary equipment for his studies.

Set a budget for the gift

Setting a budget for the gift is important. You don’t want to overspend on a gift, but you also don’t want to buy something too cheap that won’t be appreciated. Consider your budget and look for options that fit within that range.Ideas gifts for son maybe choicse tech gadgets and accessories

Boys usually love tech gadgets, and there are various options available such as headphones, gaming consoles, and drones. If he’s into photography, consider getting him a new camera or a lens.

Sports equipment or hobby supplies

If your son enjoys sports or has a particular hobby, consider getting him equipment or supplies related to it. For example, if he loves to play basketball, get him a new basketball or a basketball hoop for the backyard.

Books or educational toys

Books and educational toys are also excellent gift options, particularly for younger children. Encourage your son’s love for learning by getting him a book on a subject he’s interested in or an educational toy that will develop his skills and knowledge.

Personalized gifts

Personalized gifts are always a great option. Consider getting him a customized phone case, a monogrammed wallet, or a personalized photo book.

Experiences or trips

Giving your son an experience or trip can be a memorable gift. For example, if he’s into nature and adventure, plan a camping or hiking trip together.

Tips for giving gifts to your son

Wrap the gift thoughtfully.

Presentation is key when giving a gift. Wrap the gift thoughtfully and creatively. You can also add a personal touch such as a handwritten note or a ribbon.

Add a personal note or card

Adding a personal note or card shows that you put thought and care into the gift. Write a heartfelt message expressing your love and appreciation for your son.

Give the gift in a memorable way.

Think of a unique way to give the gift that will make it memorable. For example, you can hide the gift and create a scavenger hunt for your son to find it.

Recap the importance of giving gifts to our children and the significance of choosing the perfect gift for your son. Encourage readers to use the ideas and tips in this article to find the perfect gift for their son and create a special moment for both of them.

[avnnetwork]

Top Michigan Deer Hunting Tips for Beginners and Seasoned Huntersaa

Introduction

Deer hunting in Michigan is a longstanding tradition, with hunters flocking to the state’s forests each season for a chance to bring home a trophy or stock their freezer with venison. Michigan’s diverse wildlife, challenging terrains, and seasonal changes make it an ideal hunting destination. But success doesn’t come easy. Whether you’re a beginner or a seasoned hunter, refining your strategy and understanding the unique aspects of Michigan deer hunting can make all the difference.

This article covers comprehensive tips tailored for both new and experienced hunters, exploring everything from scouting techniques and gear essentials to understanding Michigan’s seasonal deer habits. By adopting these methods and respecting Michigan’s natural beauty, you can significantly improve your hunting experience and increase your chances of success.

Understanding Michigan’s Deer Hunting Seasons

Michigan deer hunting season is carefully structured to ensure the health and sustainability of the deer population. Understanding these season types and dates is crucial for both ethical and successful hunting. Typically, Michigan’s hunting season includes archery, firearm, and muzzleloader periods, each with specific dates and restrictions.

Archery Season – Kicking off in early October, archery season offers a quieter start before firearms are introduced. This season allows hunters to master precision and patience.

Firearm Season – Michigan’s firearm season, mid-November, is a high-traffic period due to the popularity and ease of firearm hunting.

Muzzleloader Season – Typically following the firearm season, muzzleloader season requires skill and practice but is rewarding due to reduced competition.

These seasons each have their own advantages. Familiarizing yourself with the specific dates, laws, and limitations of each season ensures you’re well-prepared and compliant with Michigan’s regulations.

Choosing the Right Hunting Gear

Having the right hunting gear is essential, regardless of your experience level. For Michigan’s varied and often unpredictable climate, choosing the right clothing, weaponry, and accessories can make your hunting experience more comfortable and productive.

Clothing: Layered, moisture-wicking attire is ideal for adapting to Michigan’s temperature fluctuations. Lightweight layers allow easy adjustments as temperatures shift throughout the day.

Footwear: Durable, waterproof boots are a must for navigating rugged terrain. Proper footwear not only supports mobility but also keeps you warm and dry.

Optics: A high-quality pair of binoculars and a reliable scope help with spotting deer at a distance, increasing your chances of a successful hunt.

Your choice of hunting attire and equipment directly affects your performance and safety. It’s worth investing in quality gear designed for Michigan’s unique environment.

Check out tips that suit all experience levels, courtesy of https://www.outdoortechlab.com/michigan-deer-hunting-season/

Scouting Techniques for Michigan Deer

Scouting is one of the most important aspects of Michigan deer hunting. Knowing the land and understanding deer habits greatly increases your odds of a successful harvest. Modern technology offers hunters powerful tools for scouting, from maps to trail cameras, which can provide real-time insights into deer activity.

Maps and GPS: Studying topographical maps or using GPS apps can help you identify feeding areas, trails, and bedding spots.

Trail Cameras: Placing cameras in key locations allows you to monitor deer patterns and adjust your strategy accordingly.

Natural Markers: In Michigan, you’ll find rubs and scrapes left by deer during the rut. Observing these clues can reveal deer movement and popular paths.

By investing time in scouting before the season, you can position yourself in a prime location, increasing your chances of encountering deer and making an ethical, efficient shot.

Setting Up a Hunting Location

When it comes to choosing a hunting spot, every hunter faces a common question: ground blind or tree stand? Both have their advantages, and the right choice depends on factors such as your preference, the landscape, and Michigan’s notorious wind patterns.

Ground Blinds: Ground blinds are effective in areas with natural cover and where tree stands aren’t feasible. They offer concealment and comfort, especially during colder months.

Tree Stands: Tree stands give hunters a height advantage, providing a clearer view of the surroundings and allowing scents to disperse more effectively.

In Michigan deer hunting, always account for wind direction when setting up a blind or stand. Multiple spots are beneficial, allowing you to adapt your position according to deer activity and weather patterns.

Understanding Deer Behavior and Patterns

A key to successful hunting in Michigan is understanding deer behavior, which varies seasonally and is influenced by factors like food sources, mating season, and weather. Michigan’s deer are highly adaptable, moving to different areas depending on food availability and human presence.

Seasonal Changes: During early fall, deer are usually near feeding areas but gradually shift to heavier cover as the rut approaches.

Calls and Sounds: Knowing when and how to use deer calls can help draw them in. A subtle grunt can attract a curious buck during the pre-rut period, while a rattling call may be effective during the rut itself.

Morning vs. Evening Activity: Michigan deer tend to be more active in the early morning and late evening. Observing these peak activity times can significantly increase your odds of success.

Recognizing these patterns and adapting your tactics to align with Michigan’s seasonal shifts helps you plan effective hunting trips and make each hunt more productive.

Handling Michigan’s Weather and Terrain

Michigan’s diverse weather and terrain can be challenging for hunters, but adapting to these elements is part of the hunting experience. From harsh winds to unpredictable snow, Michigan’s climate can impact everything from visibility to deer movement. Preparing for various conditions helps you stay comfortable, alert, and safe during your hunt.

Dressing in Layers: Because temperatures can fluctuate significantly throughout the day, layering is key. Start with a moisture-wicking base layer, add insulation, and finish with a weatherproof outer layer. This allows you to adjust as temperatures change.

Navigating Rugged Terrains: Michigan’s forests, hills, and wetlands require durable boots with excellent traction. Deer often bed down in secluded, hard-to-reach areas, so be prepared to cover rough ground.

Weather-Wise Planning: Before heading out, check the forecast. Deer tend to be more active before a cold front or light rain, while strong winds may keep them hunkered down.

Staying mindful of the weather and adapting to Michigan’s terrain helps you maintain focus and track deer effectively without letting the conditions slow you down.

Practicing Ethical and Safe Hunting

Ethics and safety are paramount in hunting, helping to foster respect for wildlife and promote a positive image of hunters. Ethical hunting includes respecting regulations, ensuring clean, responsible shots, and minimizing disruption to natural habitats.

Firearm Safety: Knowing how to handle firearms properly is crucial. Always keep your weapon pointed in a safe direction, engage the safety until you’re ready to shoot, and be aware of your surroundings.

Respecting Deer and Their Habitat: Ethical hunters avoid unnecessary harm to deer and their environment. This includes ensuring you only take shots you’re confident will result in a clean kill, ideally aiming for the chest area for a humane harvest.

Leave No Trace: Part of hunting responsibly is preserving Michigan’s beautiful wilderness. Clean up after yourself, respect other hunters, and avoid leaving trash or disturbing the natural landscape.

Ethical and safe practices not only protect Michigan’s wildlife but also enhance your hunting experience by fostering a sense of responsibility and connection to the natural world.

Calling Techniques for Michigan Deer

Mastering deer calls can make your hunt more engaging and improve your chances of success. Calling can be especially useful during Michigan’s rut season when bucks are actively seeking does. However, effective calling requires a balance—knowing when to call and when to remain silent.

Types of Calls:

Grunt Call: Mimics the sound of a buck, attracting other bucks looking to challenge or does seeking companionship.

Bleat Call: Often used to imitate the sound of a doe or fawn, which can pique a buck’s curiosity.

Rattling Antlers: Creates the sound of two bucks clashing, which can draw other bucks in, especially during the rut.

Timing and Frequency: Overusing calls can scare off deer. In Michigan, calling works best when used sparingly and strategically. Start with a gentle call and gradually increase intensity if there’s no response.

Avoiding Common Mistakes: Beginners often call too loudly or too frequently. Practicing moderation and adjusting based on deer reactions will improve your chances of success.

With the right calls and a strategic approach, you can entice Michigan deer to come within range, making for a more exciting and rewarding hunting experience.

Using Decoys and Attractants Wisely

Decoys and attractants can significantly improve your odds by drawing deer closer to your location. However, understanding how and when to use them is key to success. Michigan has specific rules regarding baiting, so be sure to familiarize yourself with state guidelines before employing any attractants.

Setting Up Decoys: Place decoys in an open area visible to deer from a distance. A single doe decoy can work well during the rut, as bucks are actively searching for does at this time. Placing decoys upwind can also help deer pick up the scent more easily.

Using Scent Attractants: Scent lures can mimic deer pheromones or natural scents that deer find attractive. However, scent control is critical; try to handle lures with gloves to prevent human scent contamination.

Legal Use of Attractants: While attractants can be beneficial, Michigan’s baiting laws vary, so it’s important to stay updated on what’s allowed. In some regions, baiting is restricted to prevent the spread of diseases like Chronic Wasting Disease (CWD).

By using decoys and attractants responsibly and legally, you can attract deer to your hunting location effectively without compromising ethical standards or safety.

Staying Patient and Observant

One of the most critical virtues in Michigan deer hunting is patience. While it can be tempting to move locations or get frustrated with a lack of action, waiting quietly and observing your surroundings often leads to the best results.

Choosing the Right Spot: Once you’ve scouted and chosen a location, commit to staying there for a while. Moving frequently can increase your scent trail and alert deer to your presence.

Observing Deer Behavior: By remaining still and quiet, you’ll have the chance to witness deer movement and behavior. This not only increases your chances of a shot but also provides valuable insights into deer habits.

Avoiding Impulsive Actions: Whether you see a distant deer or hear movement nearby, resist the urge to act hastily. In Michigan deer hunting, patience often pays off, leading to cleaner shots and more fulfilling experiences.

Patience may be the hardest skill to master, but it’s also one of the most rewarding. In Michigan’s vast wilderness, waiting quietly can be your greatest asset.

Tracking Wounded Deer Successfully

Even with careful preparation, a deer may sometimes be wounded without being taken down immediately. In such cases, effective tracking skills are crucial to ensure an ethical and successful retrieval.

Understanding the Shot’s Impact: After taking a shot, observe the deer’s reaction. A deer that hunches or limps away is likely wounded. Waiting a few minutes before tracking can help ensure the deer has expired, making the process safer and easier.

Following Blood Trails: Start at the site of the shot and look for a blood trail. Small spots of blood can lead you to larger pools, helping you trace the deer’s path. In Michigan’s dense foliage, marking blood spots with biodegradable markers can help you keep track.

Reading Signs Along the Trail: Broken branches, disturbed leaves, or even a strong musky scent are all signs that a deer has recently passed. If the blood trail fades, checking for these signs can guide you in the right direction.

By practicing patience and honing your tracking skills, you can improve your ability to recover a wounded deer, making the most of each shot and honoring Michigan’s deer population.

Tips for Handling Your Harvested Deer

Successfully harvesting a deer is just the beginning. Proper handling afterward ensures the meat remains fresh and the antlers are preserved. Knowing how to field dress, transport, and store your harvest is essential for any Michigan hunter.

Field Dressing: Start by positioning the deer on its back. Carefully remove the entrails to reduce the risk of spoiling the meat. Michigan’s cooler fall weather can help preserve the meat, but efficient dressing is still essential.

Transporting the Deer: If you’re deep in the woods, consider a sled or cart to help with the weight. Avoid dragging the deer on rough terrain to minimize meat contamination.

Storing and Processing: If you’re unable to process the deer immediately, consider a cooler or a facility that offers processing services. Proper storage ensures you’re able to enjoy the venison without risking spoilage.

Handling your harvest with care not only preserves the quality of the meat but also respects the animal and completes the hunt responsibly.

Advanced Tips for Seasoned Hunters

For hunters with a few seasons under their belt, advanced techniques can refine your hunting skills and yield even greater success. Michigan’s deer population can be elusive, so adopting these strategies can give you an edge.

Refined Scouting Techniques: Beyond trail cameras, experienced hunters can use drones (where legal) to assess terrain and deer activity. Understanding the lay of the land gives seasoned hunters a strategic advantage.

Fine-Tuning Calls and Attractants: As deer become accustomed to common calls, experimenting with subtle variations can make your calling more effective. Varying the pitch, length, and frequency of calls can attract deer that may otherwise ignore standard sounds.

Adaptability: Each season presents unique challenges, from weather shifts to changing deer populations. Adapting to these variables and trying new approaches keeps the hunt fresh and challenging.

These advanced tactics help seasoned hunters stay sharp, making each Michigan deer hunting season an opportunity to grow and refine their skills.

Michigan Deer Hunting Regulations and Licenses

Respecting Michigan’s hunting regulations is non-negotiable. Each hunter is responsible for following state laws, which include requirements for licenses, limits on harvests, and regulations on specific methods.

License Types: Michigan offers various licenses, such as combination licenses for multiple seasons and specific licenses for firearms, archery, and muzzleloaders.

Legal Equipment and Methods: Michigan’s laws outline approved hunting equipment. For instance, some areas permit crossbows, while others may restrict certain firearms.

Bag Limits and Reporting Requirements: Michigan requires hunters to report their harvest within a certain time frame. Understanding these rules helps ensure you remain compliant and contribute to deer population management.

By following Michigan’s hunting laws, hunters play an active role in sustaining the environment and supporting ethical hunting practices across the state.

Building a Deer Hunting Community

Michigan has a strong community of hunters who share their knowledge, experiences, and support. Engaging with other hunters can make the experience more rewarding and open doors to new hunting opportunities.

Local Hunting Clubs: Many Michigan hunters join local clubs where they can exchange tips, strategies, and location insights.

Online Forums and Social Media: Michigan hunting communities on social media allow hunters to connect virtually, share experiences, and plan group hunts.

Hunting Events and Workshops: Attending local events, workshops, or conservation groups allows hunters to stay informed and connected.

A strong community is invaluable for hunters of all levels, providing guidance, camaraderie, and shared respect for Michigan’s natural resources.

Preparing for Future Seasons

The best hunters are those who learn from each season and continually refine their approach. After each season, consider reviewing your notes, scouting reports, and techniques to identify areas for improvement.

Taking Notes: Keep a hunting journal to record details about locations, sightings, successful calls, and weather patterns. This information becomes a valuable resource for future hunts.

Adjusting Gear and Strategies: As you learn more about Michigan’s deer population and your own strengths, consider tweaking your gear or experimenting with new tactics.

Staying Updated on Regulations: Regulations can change from year to year, so staying informed on new hunting laws ensures your practices are always compliant.

By preparing throughout the year, you can enter each new season ready to tackle Michigan’s challenges with confidence.

Conclusion

Michigan deer hunting is an experience unlike any other, offering challenges and rewards that attract hunters of all levels. Whether you’re new to the sport or a seasoned pro, understanding Michigan’s landscapes, seasons, and deer behaviors is essential for a successful hunt. By practicing patience, respecting ethical hunting practices, and continually refining your skills, you contribute to Michigan’s hunting heritage while enjoying the thrill of the chase.