Friday, December 7, 2012

Big Nebraska Buck!

After Tom and Dan got done hunting in Wisconsin they decided to make a stop-over in Nebraska. After all, the deer were rutting, and it was on the way home!

Big bucks seem to materialize out of thin air along the particular river where they were hunting. Chad, Tom's nephew, sees a real bruiser or two every year around the first week of November. This year was no exception.


Danny had this great looking bobcat meander by him.

On the morning of November 8th Chad was sitting one of his favorite stands. Some noise behind him startled him to attention. Peering over his shoulder he saw a set of antlers quickly moving his direction. As fast as he dared Chad removed his bow from it's hook. In no time the buck moved in to sight. A quick glance confirmed it was a nice buck, and no later was an arrow on the way.

Chad is a deadly shot. This was no exception. The bucks crashed a short ways before dying. He is an absolutely beautiful deer, a perfect example of the species - not a monster, but not a baby. Chad shot this deer with his Bassett recurve, Carbon Express Heritage arrow, and Magnus Stinger broadhead.

That same morning Tom watched a fantastic buck pass by him at 45 yards - just too far with the recurve. Based on the direction he was headed Tom chose his stand for the evening. Danny posted in the same tree Chad had success in that morning. The general consensus was that was Tom was in the sweet spot, and everybody hoped the big buck would move through that area.

As luck would have it, as luck always has it in this family, the big buck walked right by Danny instead. A shoulder injury forced Danny in to a super light weight compound bow for this season. But it would take a lot more than that to keep Danny from hunting. The pain was almost unbearable, and it was a tough decision to forego surgery until after the season. But clearly it was the right decision!

Danny struggled to pull back that light weight compound as the beautiful buck walked along the edge of the field. Part of what makes Danny such a great hunter is his ability to close the deal in the heat of the moment. And he did.
November 8th turned out to be the perfect day to cap off this stellar season for Danny and Chad. 

Whitetail Madness

Tom and Dan were in the middle of whitetail madness in the first part of November. And they did pretty good.

Business takes Tom eastward a few times a year to Wisconsin. One of those trips just so happens to coincide with the beginning of the whitetail rut. 

In college I made friends with a couple of outstanding people. Malcolm, who is in his 70's now and still more active than me. And Nick, who is now a Madison Police Officer. Nick's uncle farms in SW Wisconsin, and he has given us permission on some great farms in the area. Between those two good friends we are pretty much set with great deer hunting every year.

Tom and Dan had tons of small bucks cruise past them. They got to witness some great deer behavior while waiting for a nice buck to cruise by.

November 4th has always seemed to be the magical day for us in Wisconsin. So we try to hunt from November 1st - November 7th if we can help it at all. On November 2nd Danny was in the middle of mayhem. A hot doe in the area drew in bucks from all over the place.

Deer were chasing everywhere. Danny was on the edge of some standing corn, and bucks were zipping in, out, and all through the corn. Danny said that the bucks in the cornfield sounded like a pond full of frogs. They were grunting non-stop.

Finally, 12 yards from Danny, a nice buck stepped out in to the open. Danny sent a Muzzy Phantom tipped arrow in the exact place it needed to be.

Three days later Tom returned to the same corner of woods that Danny was in. There were still deer around, and at least one hot doe was still in the neighborhood. She led this neat little buck to within 15 yards of Tom. He mad a perfect shot with his Hummingbird recurve.

This buck had some real neat character, and even sported a 1" drop tine on his left side.

Tom shot his Hummingbird recurve, with a CX Heritage arrow, and Muzzy Phantom broadhead.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Big Kansas Muley

Want to know the definition of patience and discipline? It can be summed up in this picture.

That is our good customer and friend, Brock, and his brother Brett. They're just 12 yards from a monster mule deer in a milo field.

See the antlers?

They had been watching this deer for some time. Never going after him until the conditions were just perfect. Several times they watched him bed down in a stalkable position, only to hold off because something wasn't quite right.

On October 14th they finally got their chance. With a good enough wind to cover their sound they watched the deer bed down. Over the next seven hours they made their way into position, a measly 12 yards from the bedded giant.

They patiently waited the buck out, knowing that he would eventually stand on his own. One time the buck stood up, turned a few circles, and then laid down again before offering a shot. It didn't phase the hunters, they had all day, and with a good wind they felt no pressure to force the issue. 

Towards the middle of the afternoon the buck stood again. Brett was waiting this time, and when the buck turned and offered a quartering away shot, Brett sent an arrow on the way. 


That's real hunting! Brett made a perfect shot and the deer died very quickly. Brock did good on his own, stalking and killing a monster muley of his own a few days later. These boys are hunters.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Logan's 2012 Colorado whitetail

We met Logan and his family as customers of ours. So it was a stroke of luck that he asked for a job at the exact time we needed an employee. Being a small business, in this economy, we couldn't afford a full time employee. Not to mention that we offer a pretty specialized niche, and an employee must have a lot of knowledge about traditional archery, how to tune arrows with a hundred different bows and shooting styles, etc...and be professional and polite. Finding the right employee is not easy. Logan just got married and is finishing school, so when he asked for a job he was upfront about not being able to work full time. Logan offered exactly what we needed, and vice versa. 

Logan grew up in a small town in Eastern Colorado. He has been a traditional bowhunter for his entire life, never straying. His knowledge and "country boy" work ethic have made him a valuable asset to our business. We'll be sad to see him leave in a few years when he pursues his long time goal of becoming a game warden.
Anyway, with his new wife, Courtney, beside him, Logan and Courtney had a fantastic day of deer hunting. Courtney had a doe only tag, and Logan had an either sex tag that he planned on filling with a buck. Courtney has had some luck hunting, but has never killed anything with her recurve. 

Courtney on her second traditional bowhunt

Of course Logan hoped that it would be Courtney who got the shot. But when a nice whitetail buck started working towards them, Logan, who was really hoping to use his tag on a mule deer, handed Courtney the camera and got ready to shoot. 

Logan played the situation perfectly, stopping the buck in the right opening, and making a picture perfect shot. His 57# Rampart recurve and STOS tipped Gold Tip Traditional arrow did the job. The arrow passed cleanly through the deer, which did not make it 100 yards before expiring.

Check out the video!

Way to go Logan. Up next...COURTNEY! Stay tuned because there is a good chance that Courtney will fill her first tag with a recurve bow! 

Saturday, October 20, 2012

NWT hunt with Tavis Rogers

Some of you might remember Tavis Rogers' incredible elk hunting story that we shared before the beginning of elk season. Well Tavis just returned from the NWT chasing dall sheep and caribou, and what an adventure he had! Tavis was generous enough to write down his experience so that we could share it with our readers. The majority of us can only dream of this type of experience. Here is Tavis in his own words, enjoy. 

Way to go Tavis!

By Tavis Rogers:

The ride in the Otter from Norman Wells to the lodge took about an hour, going over some incredible country! There were three other hunters on the trip in, and all were on at least their 3rd trip with Gana River Outfitters. Charles Eddy and his wife were up for their 13th year in a row. At 82 years old, Charles said he was too old for sheep and only after caribou on this trip - he had taken a bull over 400" last year above the lodge and was looking for one bigger!

 Float plane for the ride to Gana River Outfitters

Mackenzie Mountains, Northwest Territories, Canada

We dropped in on Palmer Lake and met the outfitter (Harold Grinde), guides, staff, some of the hunters with early success, and outgoing hunters. There was a spotting scope set up on a table and one of the guides said to take a look - it was a pretty nice caribou. I had just seen my first caribou bull!

Mountain caribou racks and Dall's Sheep horns

After unloading our gear and re-loading the plane with the outgoing hunter's gear, we were treated to a wonderful meal. We went out and saw a couple of monster caribou bull racks at the skinning shed. Harold and some of the guides headed out back to a hill that was set up for spotting and I grabbed my bino's and scope to join them. We saw a number of caribou bulls and one impressive wide one down the creek past the lodge.

Glassing for caribou

My guide, Scott Kennedy, and I rode out the first morning and saw some decent caribou. We also saw the wide one that we had spotted the night before from the lodge not far out of camp. He crossed the river behind us and we paralleled him from the bottom until we saw him bed with another good bull, above timberline. The 2nd bull was very interesting with palmated tops, palmated bez, and double shovels - probably would score better, but he was really narrow and I liked the wide one.

We rode the horses up underneath them and hiked up to close the distance. Along the way, Scott picked up a wolf skull that was lying in the tundra.

Good wolf!

When we were about 200 yards away, the other bull caught us moving and spooked a bit. They ran down the ridge and held up with a cow and a calf about a mile from where we started.

Cover was limited so we dropped down and worked to close the distance on them to see if something would shake out. Along the way we bumped four cows that walked within about 10 yards of us before spooking. They ran down the hill and then looped all the way back up to where the bulls were. The bulls got up with the cows and followed them up into the clouds at the top of the mountain. They bedded down with one bull covering our direction, and the other covering the other side.

We stayed put for several hours and waited for the bulls to make a mistake.

Waiting out the caribou

The bulls stayed up there for several hours and then got up and started feeding down the hill toward us. The wind was blowing left to right, so I moved up the hill, closer to where they were coming down.

When they were about 100 yards out, they changed direction and started moving to my right. I had to make a quick adjustment, so I crawled about 100 yards to my right to be in position to cut them off. The 2nd bull caught me moving at about 30 yards and stared me down for a while. I froze until he turned. I could only see their antlers since I was using a little riser as cover. I waited until it looked as if they were both feeding again. I belly crawled another 10 yards and nocked an arrow. The only way to get a shot off was to draw and raise up at the same time.

As I raised up, the 2nd bull saw me from about 20 yards and started to move away. The wide bull was about 35 yards away, he raised his head and looked to see what his buddy was looking at. I hit full draw, I shot at the same moment the wide bull saw me and started to move. The arrow was on the way as the bulls took off to get out of there. The arrow hit the wide bull as he took off running down the mountain! When he got down to the trees I saw him start to wobble. In no time he rolled around the hill and out of sight.

Scott ran up the hill to me and asked if I had gotten a good shot. He was more excited that I was! I told him that I was a bit worried about the shot and that the bull had jumped as I shot, but that he was wobbling as he ran out of site, and I felt that that was a good sign. We cut down the hill to cross his trail and found good blood on the ground. I cut the distance to the trees where I had last seen him and found tracks and more blood. I looked down the hill and saw my arrow sticking straight up with a large set of antlers right beside it. He was down - my first caribou, and he was a dandy!

My first caribou on my first day of hunting!

When we got back down to camp, we learned that we had been the excitement for the day with everyone keeping an eye on our progress. When we bumped the bulls the first time one of the guides commented that no one would ever catch up to a caribou with a bow after it had been bumped. As were working on the skinning and butchering Harold came up the hill with the horses and helped out. He said that he had seen the bull come down the hill and then tip over with an arrow sticking out of him. When I popped out right there at the bull Harold figured he better get his pack and come to help us out. At supper that night someone mentioned that they hadn't heard any shots, and Scotty commented that they must have missed the twang of the bowstring!

With that out of the way, I was amped up for sheep! We trailed into camp on the second day with 3 hunters, 2 guides, a cook, and a wrangler on a string of 17 horses.

Headed to Sheep Camp!

We set up camp and got settled in. We glassed a little around camp and saw some Dall's Sheep rams on both sides of the valley around camp. There were 6 rams behind camp and another couple on the other side. We set up the scopes just outside the cook tent and enjoyed the evening.

Cook tent

 The next day, I was paired up with one of the other hunters who was after a caribou. This was Garry's second trip with Gana and he had taken a great caribou and a Dall's ram his first time around. We saddled up early and rode up into one of the side valleys. We saw quite a few caribou, ewes, lambs, one really nice ram and a chubby grizzly bear vacuuming up berries. Scott said that the bear was named Gus. He said Gus was pretty tame - even a hunter could ride him. After eating berries up to a nice place in the sun Gus laid down for a nap. I just couldn't convince Scott to go over and saddle him up for the ride!

Gus, the bear

Late in the evening, we spotted a real nice bull and Garry decided to take him with his rifle.

Garry's caribou

The next day was spent in camp caping out Garry's caribou. I was a bit antsy, so I practiced,  went around camp shooting ground squirrels with my bow and built the cook a slingshot. With a little practice she was hitting pretty close to what she was aiming at. I was pretty sure that the wrangler and a couple of the guides were going to have to start minding their manners a bit better. Garry decided to pack up and go back to Palmer Lake with his caribou.

My first day of sheep hunting (5th day of my hunt) we rode out of camp and down river. We found a group of four rams with three of them being over full curl. We dropped down and found a place to cross the creek and climbed up to see if we could get close enough to make something happen. The rams fed up into a high hanging bowl where they could see in all directions. They stayed there until dark. We backed out carefully and hoped to come back the next day to get a better angle on them.

It started raining that evening, Terry (the other hunter) and his guide Jason didn't make it back into camp. We stayed up late, but figured they had killed something or were holed up on the mountain somewhere. The rain continued all night and through the next day, with snow and cloud line dropping down to the top of the trees. There was no point in getting out and getting soaked all day so we holed up around camp. Terry and Jason showed up around lunch time with a very nice ram.

I got on a nice, old, broomed ram on my second day of sheep hunting (7th day of my hunt), but could not close the distance for a shot.

The horses decided to head up river on the 8th day, so we had to backpack hunt from camp until they could round them up. This was my 3rd day of actual sheep hunting and I was a bit frustrated with all the lost days! Luckily, there was still a nice ram running around in the cliffs behind camp.

That morning we saw him travel out of an avalanche chute and bed on a low rock outcrop. When my guide and I got to the chute where the rams had been feeding I saw a high saddle behind a pinnacle of rocks. It looked to be a likely spot for the sheep to come through, and possibly a great spot to set up an ambush. We climbed up and found a smaller ram bedded above the big one. There was a well-defined sheep trail going through the saddle. We found a decent spot with some brush and rocks and settled in to see if the rams would come through the pass.

Ram behind camp

After being settled in for about 2 hours, Scott peeked over the brush and told me that the smaller ram
was gone but the bigger ram was still bedded. I started getting ready. I got one arrow on the string and laid out two beside me, just in case. With the angle of the hill and the brush, it would be very difficult to shoot sitting down, but better from my knees. The problem was that on my knees, I would be pretty exposed.

The younger ram started up the trail and came over the pass like he was on a string. We could not see the bigger one, but figured he would follow the same trail. I started to get nervous because I knew that the young ram was fixing to get our scent and we had still not seen the big ram. The smaller ram stopped in the trail when he got downwind and started looking around on full alert. Then he turned and bounded away like a rabbit, back over the pass and up into some big cliffs several hundred yards away. Scott and I raised up and watched him bound away. We pretty much figured we had blown it. I noticed that the young ram was still looking at a spot behind us and told my guide to duck back down because we might get lucky and have that big one come over. We kept an eye on the smaller ram through the bushes and waited.

Pretty soon I heard some rocks clatter behind us. I looked at Scott and told him to keep down. Then, I could see some white through the bushes coming up the trail. It was the big one! He cautiously slipped through the pass stopping every few steps to look all around for what had spooked his buddy. It was pretty nerve racking to have him that close and not have a decent shot through the rocks and brush.

He finally made it over the top and into the clear where I had a shot. He turned to look up the hill at his buddy and I drew from my sitting position. My bow was in the brush and the angle of the hill was wrong so I canted my bow horizontal and shot. My lower limb hit the tundra and that arrow wobbled and fluttered down toward the ram and stuck in the trail between his feet. He jumped off the trail and then turned to see what the heck landed between his feet!

I had another arrow on my string without thinking and I was on my knees for a second attempt. My second shot, from my knees, hit him about two inches behind the shoulder, he ran hard back over the saddle and around the other side. My guide started whooping it up pretty hard and said "you smoked him!" I was concerned about the angle as he was quartered to me at the shot. The ram ran across some really nasty rock slides and back to where he had bedded earlier in the day.

We watched him for a while and then tried to figure out how to get across to his side. There was no way to get around so we had to hike back to the bottom to try and get up from another direction to where he was. By the time we were at the bottom it was getting dark, so we decided to hike back to camp and leave him until morning.

Needless to say, it was a very, very long night. Wolves had killed a caribou in the river about ½ mile up from the camp, and we were seeing plenty of grizzly bears and their sign all around.

The next morning the horses were even further away. Quite a round-up ensued, involving airplanes to find them. My guide and I waited for a while, then told them to leave us 3 horses when they found them, and that we would catch up to them at the next camp with the ram. 

We hiked up and found a way into the cliffs, about a half mile from where we had last seen the ram. We slipped along like we were stalking a healthy ram, just in case. We got to the pocket where we had last seen him, and there he was, lying under a pine tree. I snuck down and put another arrow in him, to be sure, but it  wasn't necessary. He was done.

Walking up on my ram

My first Dall's Sheep!

After pictures, skinning, butchering and packing up, we started back toward camp. Actually beat the horses into camp by 7 hours.

We got a ride back to base camp at Palmer Lake in the Super Cub. Wow, amazing how much faster you can get around the country in a place than on foot or horseback!!

One of the sheep hunters had an old injury and had to return home, so the outfitter sent Charles out for a ram. He got a great old broomed off ram at the young sheep hunting age of 82!

Terry, Tavis and Charles - Awesome hunt!