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Nissan Murano is one slick vehicle

Dan shows off the Nissan Murano at our recording studios at WRJC Radio in Mauston.

Dan shows off the Nissan Murano at our recording studios at WRJC Radio in Mauston.

This past week I had the pleasure of test-driving a 2016 Nissan Murano, courtesy of the Nissan press fleet. In short, I loved the car. The Murano is a “crossover,” not a sedan and not quite an SUV, but with characteristics of both. On the sedan side, the Murano handles smoothly, has great quickness when you want it (thanks to a 3.5-liter V-6 engine), and has a “low to the road” feel, thanks in part to its suspension and aerodynamic lines. On the SUV side it has plenty of cargo space (almost 70 cubic feet) and enough height in the rear cargo area for a dog kennel or other large, boxy item.

You can hear my review on Outdoors Radio Show 1125.

The vehicle I drove was a Platinum model, with about all the bells and whistles you could ask for. You name it, this baby had it and then some: a back-up camera, of course, but also FOUR additional cameras, one on each door, that provided a bird’s-eye view on the dash screen. With the aid of these cameras, I was able to back up 50 feet along a curved gravel drive path from our driveway to our barn. The bird’s-eye screen showed me the ladder, scrap lumber, chicken feeder and compost bin that lined the gravel drive. I am happy to report that I did not hit any of them!

My wife and I drove it on a date during a rainstorm without a problem. The tires held the road, the LED headlights gave us a clear view of the route ahead, despite the downpour, and the back-up cameras really came in handy when we left the event and had to turn around in a school parking lot.

On another outing, I took it trout fishing and found plenty of room in the cargo area for my waders, wading shoes, several rods and several tackle packs and vests. Since I didn’t know how I wanted to fish, I just threw everything in the back and sorted it out when I got to the stream. (I even had the foresight to put a couple of empty feedbags under my gear to keep my wet waders and wading shoes from leaving a puddle on the nice, clean mat.) The rear cargo mats, BTW, are removable, revealing a rubber mat underneath the carpeted top mat. The power rear liftgate can be activated from the dash or using the keyless entry gizmo. That came in handy when loading the vehicle with my hands full of fishing gear.

If i weren’t spoiled enough by all those features, the Sirius XM radio and electronic navigation system really pushed it over the top. In the 200 or so miles I put on the vehicle, I kept switching back and forth from my usual WPR stations to “Fifties on Five,” with non-stop do-wop from my early years. I probably heard enough Buddy Holly and Elvis tunes to last me until I get to test-drive another model.

Did I mention the power moonroof? One touch opens or closes it, and it opens over both the front and rear seats to give backseat passengers a view of the sky.

The Murano also has two safety features I was not familiar with, but definitely appreciated: Forward Emergency Braking and Predictive Forward Collision Warning. I discovered the first of these features when I followed a car that was turning left on a rural highway a little closer than the Murano wanted me to. I felt the car braking by itself as I approached the turning vehicle, and only as I was passing it did I realize that Forward Emergency Braking had kicked in to slow me down. I did not get to test the second, but that’s just as well. I’m glad it was there in case I needed it.

This vehicle did not have a tow package, but the optional Class II hitch would have allowed me to tow my Crestliner 1750 Fish Hawk. If I get to test-drive another Murano, I’ll request one with that tow package just to see how it pulls my boat or utility trailer.

Another nice option I did not get to test is a 10 x 10 foot hatch tent that attaches to the open cargo door or stands alone, depending on your camping preference. That effectively turns the Murano into an RV that sleeps a whole family. Try that in your minivan!

With 28 mpg highway rating, the Murano has a cruising range of about 500 miles on a tankful of gas. I didn’t have it long enough to have to fill it up, but it was still well above half-full when the delivery/pick-up team came to retrieve it.

This was the most comfortable vehicle I have driven, and at price points ranging from $29,600 for the basic S model (which still has a lot of these neat features) to $42,000 for the Platinum Hybrid, the Murano is at the low end of prices for a new SUV. If you’re in the market for a new family vehicle or one that can do double duty, I’d take a serious look at the Nissan Murano.

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Great show this week on Outdoors Radio

 

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Here’s the line-up this week on Outdoors Radio:

Pat-Reeve

Pat Reeve, of Driven TV, shares advice for attracting and holding big bucks, even to small properties. Pat also talks about the importance he and his wife and co-host, Nicole, place on introducing kids into the outdoors. His 12-year-old son shot a gobbler in Illinois last weekend.

 

 

 

Larry Bonde, vice chairman of the Wisconsin Conservation Congress, urges listeners to attend CCLogocolor300the Spring Conservation Congress meetings and Fish & Wildlife Rules Hearings, Monday, April 11 at 7:00 p.m. in every county.

 

 

 

The-Range-of-Richfield-logo-clean2Range of Richfield president Jim Babiasz announces April’s Couples Date Night, “Casino Night Shoot-Off,” April 22.

 

You can listen to our show on 13 broadcast stations and about as many podcasts. Find the link to a station near you or listen online here.

Jeff and I will also talk about this weekend’s Wisconsin Deer & Turkey Expo, April 1-3 in Madison. I’ll be there all weekend, so stop by my booth (No. 1801) and let’s talk turkey. You can also pick up a DVD of the Wild Turkeys in Wisconsin TV special, or a can of Sawyer Permethryn Tick Spray to keep those nasty wood ticks and deer ticks off when you are turkey hunting this spring.

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It ain’t over ‘til it’s over!

Happy New Year to all!

Note to readers: I wrote the following piece on Dec. 31 and tried to post it that night, but somehow my blog got corrupted and I was unable to post to it. My Web guru fixed the problem, so I’m back up and running. IF YOU ARE A USER OF THIS BLOG, YOU WILL HAVE TO REGISTER AGAIN, AS WORDPRESS WIPED OUT MY ENTIRE USER LIST AND YOUR REGISTRATIONS. I WILL CONTACT YOU INDIVIDUALLY SOON TO LET YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO REGISTER.

Listen to my report on Monday’s turkey hunt on this week’s radio show, along with a fishing report from Lake Superior’s Chequamegon Bay, tips on how to use the ZipVac food-storage system and an interview with the inventor of the revolutionary Automatic Fisherman that hooks those light biters that usually get away! Meanwhile, here’s an update – read on and learn how my turkey season really ended!

When dawn’s rosy fingers begin to creep across the eastern sky, individual ash, oak and maples take form in the hardwood stand 100 yards to the west. A few minutes later, a dark shape appears – a bump on a distant branch – then another and another. Their teetering confirms the impression – a flock of turkeys on the roost!

Heavy wingbeats pound air as a bird flies 30 yards from one tree to another. A second does the same. Then silence again, and the teetering resumes. Tails flag comically up, then down, heads bob and wings flap for balance, but the birds sit tight. Some mornings they will stay on the roost until 8:00, perhaps to conserve heat or because all they have to do is eat and the corn is not far away.

Today, however, is not only the end of the year, but also the end of the long fall turkey season. It’s now or never. I have been hunting this flock for more than a week. Every morning, they fly down and walk into a cut cornfield bordered by woods on the west and south. So far, every morning they have either spotted me and avoided the south woods edge where I sit or ignored my decoys and wandered north out of range. The next morning, I relocate closer to the roost, and the birds still manage to avoid me.

This morning, I am sitting against a big ash perhaps 50 yards from the woods where the birds are roosting. I didn’t dare get any closer. It’s now 7:00 and I still have not spotted a roosting bird, so I think they may be somewhere else. I am just about to take a chance and relocate, when the first bird flies from tree to tree, so I stay put. Whew! Almost blew that set-up!

At about 7:45, a bird flies down and begins yelping. Is this the boss hen? Then three or four more fly down and all begin walking toward the field. The lead hen steps into the field, but the others hang back. She hesitates, head up, neck outstretched, then putts and walks back into the woods.

Damn! Did she pick me out? Possibly. Although I’m wearing a white suit and Balaclava and have not moved, I must look out of place against the gray trunk. Nothing to do but sit and wait. Finally, more birds filter down from the trees, like black leaves fluttering to the snow-covered ground. I try to count them – 35, 38, about 40 in all.

They talk a little amongst themselves. A few of them feint attacks on each other, but most mill around in the woods, apparently waiting for the signal to hit the corn. This goes on for a good half hour, and I’m reminded of what my friend Lenny Heisz says about turkey motivation and behavior: they’ve got nowhere to go and all day to get there. You can leave your watch at home when you hunt turkeys!

To keep alert, I count squirrels. Five grays so far. The first two appeared not 10 yards from me shortly after I sat down. After giving me the quizzical eye, stamping their feet and barking, they ignored me and started chasing each other up and down trees. Eventually, they jumped into my ash and snow rained down on me. A gray squirrel once jumped on brother Mike’s knee and ran down his gun barrel, so I thought these guys might land on my head.

The flock starts moving toward the field, and I think I might be in business. One by one, the enter the field, a bit farther away than I would like, at the fringe of my range. I sit tight, figuring if they all come out, one of them will wander close enough to shoot. The lead bird looks like a big jake, but I don’t dare put the binoculars on him. He heads northeast, so I focus on those just coming out of the woods. Two, maybe three longbeards are among the last to come out, but they are too close together and probably 75 yards away. A fox squirrel runs out with one bunch, as if herding them. It grabs a small corncob and bounces in great squirrelly bounds right at me, cob held firmly in its teeth. It stops five feet from me, jumps onto a maple sapling, then runs up my tree. I can hear it munching, as bits of its meal drop onto my head. Note to self: either this white suit is great squirrel camouflage or these critters are mocking me.

Finally, all the birds are in the field, but drifting north and east. One hen hangs back, her neck outstretched. This may be my last chance, so I slowly raise my shotgun, put the Holosight’s red dot a few inches above her head and squeeze the trigger.

The hen drops, and at the shot the others trot or fly into the woods. When they are all out of sight, I step off the distance to my bird and count 60 paces. I thank the turkey gods, then cut out the last month and day on my tag and wrap it around her leg. I would have preferred to take a jake or tom, but with at least 30 hens in that flock, there will be plenty of nests come spring. Plucked and roasted whole, she will make a great meal to share with good friends.

Dan scored on a wild turkey on the last day of the season.

Later…

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