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  1. 40 points
    Got to my hunting unit on Friday 21st at 6:00 pm. 24 hrs later, Saturday at 6:00 pm, put an arrow in this bull, ran about 100 yards and dropped. I'm very happy! Thanks for looking
  2. 26 points
    Scouted for a month ahead of the season. Hunted for 13 days and finally everything came together. Tough hunt. Was hunting unit 8 and it was hot and dry. It was 85 the first 5 days and not much cooler after that. 81 yesterday. My son was supposed to be my helper but melted in the heat. I took him home after 5 days and was alone the rest of the way. Some of you will remember my dad passed away in May. This was the first time I went on a hunt without him. Emotional roller coaster for sure. Had many close calls and got a tip from a guy I met on a little hidden water spot. Sat there a couple days with no results other than antelope, mule deer, coyotes etc.. I did get several bulls on camera at night and it kept me coming back. I chased bugles around in between. After 12 days I was about wore out and decided for good or for bad, I was going to sit that spot until the end. Day 13 found me in the blind before daylight with bulls bugling all around. As luck would have it, part of the herd decided to come down the ravine to the water. The big bull pushed his way through the cows and into the water. 40 yards. He turned to broadside, I calmed myself, settled my pin and let it go. Hit him just a little high which brought on some nervous moments because he bled in his chest instead of leaving a blood trail. But I knew I hit him well and was confident he was dead. Made a circle and found him about halfway back. Not going to lie, I shed some tears. It was a long, physically and emotionally draining hunt for me. Then, I had no help. Did everything on my own. Told my wife, I can say I did it alone now, but I never want to do it again. A common theme with the bulls where I was hunting, was weak backs. Everyone thought it was from the drought. Not sure, but if this bull had backs to go with the ridiculous fronts, I can only imagine what he would have scored. All in all, I had a great hunt and met some good people. Was considering doing euro mount. Anyone have any suggestions of someone in Phoenix that is good, and reasonable? Almost done. Should have my hands on him soon. Can't wait to put a tape on him. Daniel Gradillas of Spot-N-Stalk Skullz holding him.
  3. 24 points
    Well I was fortunate enough to draw another early bull tag this year. This year I would be chasing rutting bulls with a bow in hand in a unit I personally had never elk hunted before. My hunting partner and I spent a lot of time this summer running cameras and scouting with very little to show. About 2 weeks before season everything changed and the bulls started to move in. The hunt started off great with good rutting activity and several solid bulls to chase. Opening day found me in a pocket of 5 or 6 bulls tearing up. The bulls were very responsive to calling and several smaller bulls were passed. The second morning of the hunt had me intercepting my target bull and his cows. The cows passed by me at 10 yards broadside but the bull opted to walk right to me. At full draw the bull was staring me down at no more than 4 yards when one of his cows circled behind and winded me. The cow barked and the bull started to take off. I managed to stop the bull and guessed him at 35 yards with no tome to range and let it fly but he ended up being at 51. That night while heading back to camp I had a black heffer jump in the road in front of me. As I hit the breaks and tried to avoid hitting her my side by side decided to flip over. Miraculously I walked away with a bruised arm and a sprained ankle. I ended up coming home to recover and hopefully able to hunt again later in the hunt. Wednesday I was able to head back up and give it another go. With my ankle in a brace and immobilized as much as possible I was able to stalk a great bull but was unable to seal the deal. Thursday morning I decided to head to an area we scouted and saw several good bulls. We got in the area and had bulls sounding off all around us. We played cat and mouse with a group of 6 bulls that had 2 groups of cows. After calling to the bulls for 30 minutes while working in on them one of the bulls finally committed. The bull worked from across the canyon right to me. The bull was at 30 yards when I let the arrow fly. He started to walk when I released and I hit him a little back but still in the liver. I immediately started to cow call and the bull stopped at 20 yards. I was able to get another arrow in him and this time took out his lungs. The bull ran about 20 yards and piled up. This hunt definitely won’t be one that I will forget anytime soon. Can’t thank all the guys in camp enough for all the help and encouragement.
  4. 20 points
    Call it an infatuation. Call it an addiction. Call it a passion. Call it an obsession. A waste of energy. A waste of money. A waste of time. Call it a problem, or a sickness. Call it whatever you'd like. If it's a sickness, I have it, and it's incurable. If it's an addiction, an intervention isn't going to stop it. Trust me, I think my wife might have tried that in the beginning. If it's a waste of time, and money, then that explains why I'm so far behind on chores and why i cant afford luxurious vacations. If it's a waste of energy, then that explains why I feel so dang old. It's not going to stop however. The reward is too great. Succesfully spotting and stalking coues bucks with a bow is the ultimate satisfaction, second only to creating and raising a family. Hunting coues deer with my bow has consumed my soul for many years now. It's a high I've continuously yearned for since I felt it for the first time many years ago. This late summer archery season was as productive as any season I can remember. It cost me money, and time, and energy, and sleep, but each day I got to spend in those desert mountains this season was a day that all non-hunting related stresses left my mind. It is unbelievable how healing it is to climb out of the desert floor, glue your eyes to a pair of binoculars on a tripod, and pick the landscape apart. I was able to lay my eyes on many good deer and had some very close calls. Unforeseen events caused me to miss more days than I would have liked during the season, not counting the days I missed because of work but all in all the this August /early September was one to remember. It flew by and before I knew it, I was down to one day of hunting left. My good buddy Randy Landwerlen made the drive down to hunt with me on what would be the last day of the hunt for both of us. I had a pretty good idea where some shooter bucks were living so we made a game plan that included parking trucks in two different spots and hunting from one to the other. This would allow us to cover most of the country that the big bucks had been calling home. We dropped Randy's truck off and then continued on in my truck. As usual, it was a race against the sun and we sucked wind climbing to our first glassing spot of the morning. It was one of the better glassing spots in the area, but it definitely wasn't a great hill to start a stalk from, primarily because of the effort required to make a move in any direction. Randy was the first to spot bucks. They weren't shooters so we kept looking. I was feeling more pressure than normal to find bucks. It was our last day to hunt and I actually had a spotter to aid in a stalk. I primarily archery hunt alone, unless the stars align and I can get out with my hunting partner Cody, so I really wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. Aside from the bucks Randy glassed up, things were pretty slow for the first bit of the morning. I eventually found a shooter far off on top of a big ridge but he didn't stay visible for long and he wasn't in a spot that wasn't going to take less than 3/4 of a day to relocate. Randy spotted a few more deer and then we elected to glass back behind us. I found a group of bucks and began to direct Randy to them and before I really got finished giving him all the details of their location he says "those are nice bucks." "I dont think they're shooters." I responded. "That deer on the left looks big." He replied. I obviously wasn't looking at the same deer he was. About 100 yards left of the deer I was looking at were a group of bucks and with them was a deer that both of us agreed was a shooter. We watched the bucks for probably half an hour before deciding to cut the distance some. They were two canyons over and one of the canyons was quite large. . .and deep. We crossed through the smaller of the two canyons and thankfully the bucks had not moved. They fed towards the top of the ridge and eventually bedded down. Randy and I went back and forth about who would stalk the deer and how to go about it. You know you're hunting with a top notch guy when the guy is an avid coues hunter but he's adament about letting somebody else go after a deer rather than himself. Randy convinced me to go after the deer and as you can imagine, I didn't need much convincing. The thermals had pretty much settled and the wind had been pretty consistent for about an hour. I chose a path and tried to memorize some landmarks. Crossing the canyon between us and the deer was not going to be fun. It was going to take me some time and I was afraid that the deer were not going to stay put. I made it about 2/3's of the way up the opposite side of the canyon when I hear Randy holler at me. I knew what that meant. It was over. I looked at Randy through my binoculars and he gave me the signal that they had crossed over. Without a spotter I would have wasted the next few hours stalking deer that weren't even there. Ask me how I know. I climbed a little further until I got phone service and called Randy. He told me that the deer ran up and over but he didn't think they were spooked. I decided to climb to the top of the ridge and just walk down it towards where the deer went over and maybe glass off the other side. Before I made it to the top, Randy text me and said that he found them again. What a relief. They bedded again down the ridge about 400 yards from where they were when I originally started my stalk. Talk about catching a break. The wind was steadily blowing on my right side and slightly in my face. The deer were in their second bed of the day, and they were bedded near the top of the ridge. For once, I felt like I had an advantage. Unsteady wind is my arch nemesis. Finally, today, the wind was steady. I continued down the ridge until I felt like I was getting close to where the bucks were at. I noticed a doe feeding where I thought the bucks should be. I also noticed two cows fifty yards to the right of the doe. The advantage was tipping back into the buck's favor. The best route with the most cover was not available to me now because of the doe and the cattle. The doe laid down, so I crept a little closer and stopped for awhile. Eventually one of the bucks stood up about ten yards past the doe and came and rebedded near her. My goal at this point was to get within shooting distance of the buck that had just rebedded and then sit tight. He wasn't the shooter but I wasn't sure exactly where the shooter buck was and I figured he wasn't too far away. I was 120 yards at this point and the wind was still blowing on my right side. It took me about 20 minutes to crawl to 80. After sitting at 80 for a bit, another buck stood up and fed over to the doe and buck closest to me and bedded. I now had two bucks and a doe at 80. The shooter buck was still out of sight. I could see the head of the second buck which was actually a plus. Now I could move and keep an eye on his ears to know when my noise levels were too high. I crept in to 60 and the buck's ears never perked up once. At this point I could make out the antler tips of the shooter buck. The tree he was under was 74 yards away. I got to 70 when the wind died and I began to run out of cover. I stayed there for a good while waiting for some wind and one of the small clouds in the sky to give me some shade. After being there about ten minutes I felt the breeze against my face. A few minutes later, a cloud provided some shade, so I began to crawl some more. It took me about 15 minutes to cover another 10 yards. I got to 60 and felt like getting any closer was too much of a risk with the two bucks and the doe at only 45 yards from me. My adrenaline levels were beginng to rise and I could feel the fever coming on. I knew I was close to making this happen. Fortunately I had time to gain my composure. In my younger days, this multi-hour stalk would have taken me all of about 30 minutes. Like a grizzly bear, I would have blundered my way in there, hoping this buck tolerated my presence long enough for me to take him down. Today though, I chose to take the form of the Nile crocodile, hiding in the depths of the waste high grass until I got close enough to let the jaws of my BowTech snap, and letting the teeth of my rocket steelhead tear into my quarry's flesh. After sitting at 60 for awhile, the buck stood up and offered a broadside shot. I wasn't completely confident that he was exactly 60 so I tried to verify his range by ranging him rather than the tree above him. I had a hard time with the tall grass, but I finally got a range. He was 60 exactly so I attached my release and raised my bow to draw. He flopped back into his bed before I had a chance to completely draw and the waiting game began again. I wondered if I had wasted my only oppurtunity. It was now afternoon and I was in deep consideration about whether or not to try and crawl closer when out of nowhere, one of the closer bucks jumped up and darted out towards the big buck. Both of the other Bucks jumped and followed. I didn't know what happened. The wind was good. I was motionless. I thought the gig was up so I jumped up and got ready to draw. All three bucks soon realized that their jittery nature had gotten the best of them and they decided to all head back out of the sun into their shady beds. As the big buck approached the tree he had been bedded under, I drew my bow. He got right back to here he had been bedded and stopped, quartering to. I held for about 10 more seconds before he turned broadside. I settled my 60 yard pin at the front of his lungs and applied pressure to the release. As my arrow left the bow, the buck simultaneously began to twist towards me and drop his front end, attempting to drop back down into his bed. My arrow flew true, but unfortunately his vitals were not in the same location they had been when I initially shot. The deer was hit lethally, but it wasn't the perfect double lung shot that I had anticipated. The buck bolted directly towards me and stopped at a mere 15 yards in the tall grass. I couldn't see anything but his head but I took a guess at where his body was in the grass and let another one rip. I heard the impact and the buck bolted off out of sight down the steep, rocky hillside. I immediately called randy to see what happened. He said the deer went down. He was able to watch the entire thing. I was ecstatic. So much work had gone into this. My emotions came to a peak and I let out a schoolgirl yell that echoed through the canyons. I really could not have done this one without Randy and I intend to return the favor someday. Randy made his way over to me and I could see he could appreciate the deer for what is was, which is a rare trait these days. It was refreshing to see somebody view the deer as something more than just a certain amount of inches. We took pictures, deboned the deer, and began our pack out. I'm sure many would wonder why I would bother climbing to the top of this mountain, crawl through the chigger infested weeds and grass, and sit in the baking sun for hours . Maybe I am infatuated. Maybe I am obsessed. Maybe I am addicted. Maybe it is a waste of time, or money, or energy. Maybe it is a problem I have. Or a sickness. Call it what you want. I call it living.
  5. 18 points
    Man tough hunt! Pre rut activity in end of dang September. Rifle hunt. Was getting nerve block in hip openeing morn cuz pain so,bad,night before i couldn't sleep. I had high hopes this procedure would help me get around a bit better so 1 day wasted and rain was coming soon. All night bulls screaming and the moon was bright. Sat morn bulls talking but not coming to calls. I managed to hobble into a couple bulls that were chatty and dang they were in thick stuff and maybe 50 yards.. I see a nice tall 6x6 with short points but tall so i get scope on him in small opening and wait to make sure all is clear but when he dropped his head to eat a rump was at his neck line... Then up out of brush comes a giant whale tail bulls head (350ish) he was standing perfectly beside the 6. 😕 My buddy whispered something to me and when i moved my head i think the sun behind me caused flicker cuz the 6 just spun head and looked at me. I got back in the scope and the toad bull was standing straight away only presenting Texas heart shot and sorry but i'd rather have good meat then the big rack. Sat. night i sat water and 1 fox visited & a G&F guy who politely backed out but i heard same guy walked right in on aquaitence in same unit opening morn of archery. 😡 Sun morn i fully expected to shoot 1 of those bulls from Saturday.. We saw 2 monsters driving in but juat not enough light for,my aging eyes then silence fell upon the woods. Sunday night sat water and thundering bull bugles echoed out 30min before dark but not in the kind of country i could try and pursue them in with bad leg and it was clear nobody was coming to water. Monday morning after a sleepless night from sorta warm weather and a annoying loud bull we set out to try and chase bugles. Unfortunately my leg was super bad, the block helped till anathesia wore off tjen back to pain so walking was super slow and every time we got to bugles they had moved 500 yards. I told buddy (bowhunter4life) i was done and i think it's time to go home cuz pain was too bad so he asked if he should go grab the truck.. I was frustrated, how can 1 go to unit 👉9👈 with a rifle and get no bull? so i said let me take some medicine and rest foot 30 minutes and he kinda backed off and gave me room to vent my frustrations a bit. Well while venting i chose to continue a conversation with i believe the bull who kept me awake the night before. we had just spoke with him and i had even raked his rub a bit while screaming at him and he wasn't so happy. I continued screaming the bugle loud directly at him and buddy hit cow call here and there 30 yards behind me and son of a gun suddenly the screamer was 100 yards off and on same level as i so i figured this bull was in play! My buddy came over and said he is close and i was like YUP! He says can ya do it and i said meds worked lets do it. Well we walked straight at bugle which was now in a draw 150 yards or so off. I screamed loud on bugle everytime he spoke and you could tell he was not very happy with me. Suddenly after a different squeaky bull spoke we saw a spindly bull (which i would have shot) suddenly dart from thick cover and just vanish we hit bugle and the bigger bull screamed back from dead ahead maybe 60-80 yards. I got down on ground and scanned with binocs then scope and could see what sure looked like legs, belly and lower shoulders of elk. I got super low and put scope on shoulder/chest cuz facing me slighly quartering left and i asked buddy to hit bugle.. Well as soon as Mike bugled the bull buggled and his belly and balls bounced confirming target and the 300wm barked!! He ran out with leg flying all over the place. We got on his trail and found 2 tiny blood drops of blood in 40 or 50 yards.. I was frustrated and was like what the heck man i just smacked him with a 200 grain bullet at point blank kinda range and i get 2 drops of blood? Just then buddy slapped me and was like right there he is!!! Maybe 10 yards to my left. L.O.L. When Mike went for his truck to see if he could get in to us i rolled the bull over and found a busted arrow shaft and broadhead that was festering out of upper shoulder. So he is not the biggest bull but i am dang proud of him. I absolutely love this bull and the fact that i received the tag the day before the hunt started and have never hunted elk in 9, i had a nerve block the morning the hunt started, i still have post op foot! I'm way blessed to have a friend willing to drop everything and go help and a wife willing to let me drop everything and go hunt. Blessed Blessed Blessed and so very thankful. i know many people that donated tags this year were just wanting better antler/horn growth but in this case i believe it was illness so please pray for the donor. Thanks As you can tell by the boiling pot i am playing catch up with my own personal harvests so i can make room for meat, heck i even did my bison after these and it was from 2016 :]
  6. 18 points
    My son, Lance, took this bull Sunday night opening weekend. First bow kill, first elk. He is addicted to archery hunting especially screaming bulls! Lance's shoots with 3G Archery JOAD club each week. It was clear these lessons allowed him to remain calm for a clean shot.
  7. 17 points
    I was able to finally get my bull last week (evening of the 20th). Passed on a lot of smaller bulls before we finally spotted this guy.
  8. 16 points
    Took this picture a few years back in unit 10. Note the distance this bull flew through the air after jumping the fence at a full out run. Looks like exhaust coming from his hind legs. Maybe this is why they can disappear in an instant, they can fly.
  9. 15 points
    My 2017 central Az buck is all finished and home. Love it. Can’t wait to find another. 131 gross 127 net and all officially scored and submitted. Waiting for the 2018 season to end to see if this typical will receive any awards from B&C.
  10. 13 points
    Well this weekend was my son Hunters first time out with a tag in his pocket. When it was app season I went through all the choices for him and he said he wanted to put in for deer, bighorn and turkey. I’ve never hunted fall turkey before but figured if he was interested we would give it a try. He was lucky enough to draw a turkey tag and a juniors Kaibab tag. This weekend was the turkey hunt and next weekend we head to the North Rim. Although we didn’t kill a turkey it was good prep for his true “first hunt” next weekend. It was great to spend some time together and see him start to catch the bug. He has a pretty full fall ahead of him as he was also donated a cow elk tag for next month.
  11. 13 points
    We set out on my son’s 4th Jr hunt this week. Plenty of scouting during the archery season paid off but also made for a quick hunt. Small hike into our first glassing spot and right at first light my son found 3 bucks. A friend was helping and thought the best buck was a small 2. Later we realized he was on different bucks. We had several bucks in this canyon now. After an hour my son pointed us to the bucks he found again and told us that was a tall 3x3 and he wanted to try and get to him. We closed the distance to about 600 yards and discovered his young eyes to be correct. A very nice 3x3 in full velvet. We managed another 40 yards before the canyon dropped away from us and set up for the shot. 569, one practice shot, 540, one hit. Unfortunately the buck took a nice tumble and luckily got held up on a century plant otherwise it might have found the bottom of the canyon. Most of the velvet was damaged in his fall. We didn’t realize exactly how steep and high these bucks were until we got there. It took over an hour to get down from the ridge and back up to the other side of the canyon. 1 hour+ to get 550 yards. My son loaded all the meat and the caped buck into his pack and we were back to the truck at noon. Quick work of his Jr tag. This is his 4th coues and his best to date. This deer is all his too. He found the spot, found the deer, made the move, handled the shots, and packed him out. He’s asked to have this deer mounted and I am really looking forward to having a memory of this jr hunt forever. Gavin is confident he can give us a velvet mount. Can’t wait to see how he turns out. Thanks for reading. pics coming
  12. 12 points
    I went to Colorado recently after years of not drawing an Arizona elk tag. This was my first time hunting elk and all things considered, I think it went ok. https://youtu.be/rMqONXi8EiU
  13. 11 points
    Well this has been along time coming. After 20 years of trying to convince my wife to leave communist California, it is finally going to happen! I got a call on monday from my brother in law, he says he is needing a construction superintendant. I talked to him on the specifics, and told him I would talk to the wife and get back to him. I am a small General Contractor specializing in Kitchen & bath remodels and do most of the work myself. My body is getting torn up & I've had a nagging pain in my hip area for about the last 5 to 6 years. Being self employed & going to the doctor to get checked out doesn't work out to well. I finally asked my wife to make me an appointment so I can find out whats up with my hip. I see the doctor yesterday & he says my hip is bone to bone & I need it replaced. My wife tells me take the job your brother in law offered you & quit doing the physical work. So I made the call today to take the job, money is decent & I won't have to physically tear my body up anymore. So to make a long story I am finally coming back home to Arizona & could not be happier!! I have missed it since the day I moved away even though I hunt there every year. It never ever felt like home in California & I have hated it since the day I moved here. My kids are all out of school & moving on. We are ready to start a new chapter in my old stomping grounds & I can't wait. 30 days & counting down to coming home!!!
  14. 10 points
    Here’s a couple archery bulls I helped with in New Mexico I know nobody likes the tramp stamp, but that’s the way things are now unfortunately.
  15. 10 points
    I thought i'd share We found this buck in early Aug. and never turned him back up until opening day. 140 yds with ML700 and Barnes TMZ 250's and the rest is history.
  16. 10 points
  17. 10 points
    Number of bulls she's been with. She's a sleaze.
  18. 9 points
    Got a short video of this guy chasing something by the camera. Didn't appear that he got it since 1 minute later he's walking by. Would have been cool to get a kill on cam.
  19. 9 points
    neighbors' bull-he applied 18 years straight to earn it
  20. 9 points
    Suzy my wife, and my daughter Sarah drew unit 1 antelope tags this year. We chose to camp about an hour away from where we planned on hunting to be amongst bugling bulls and much cooler temps. They were able to tag out the first weekend which left us with a week to enjoy camp and the mountains.
  21. 9 points
    bunch of IPA drinking, fedora wearing, vape smoking hunters in this thread i guess
  22. 9 points
    I’d think some one who hunts in that far is not drinking beer. Most of us pack whisky or shine
  23. 9 points
    Any of you collect prickly pears to juice? My husband and I went out last night and gathered several. He juices them and then uses the juice in an amazing BBQ sauce and also to make a Prickly Pear IPA (both of which I had yesterday from prior batches). We also use the juice in smoothies or in margaritas. We use metal tongs to pick them and desert broom branches to brush off the spines before putting them in a bucket. Perfect temps last evening and gorgeous almost full moon came up just before sunset. Made for a wonderful evening. tonight my husband will be brewing beer under the full moon
  24. 9 points
    Saw some pictures of a monster the Koury team got yesterday.
  25. 8 points
    Got my bull down Thursday morning. Was in really good rut activity the whole hunt.
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