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Had an awesome hunt in 27. Back to back years killing bucks in velvet in November.

Here's what happens when you have bow in one hand a video camera in the other and an Achery elk VID_21200710_021157_405.mp4 VID_21200710_021157_405.mp4 tag in your pocket! Way too much fun!

Elton Bingham was born on February 19, 1904 in Milton Wisconsin. The son of hard working dairy and hog farmers, he grew up with a love of the land and the soil and the bounties that it could provide. Today it would be hard to imagine but until the late 1960's very few deer could be found in that part of the state and as a boy and into his adult life he always cherished the annual trips to deer camp in northern Wisconsin. When old enough my father accompanied him and I grew up listening to the stories of deer camp. kangaroo court was held each evening and punishment was dealt out accordingly. If you missed a doe the tail of your hunting shirt was cut off, a buck and you lost a sleeve. Bad shots, forgetting your knife and a myriad of other events were also punishable offenses and it was not uncommon for some participants to be wearing only a collar by the end of the hunt. Elton Bingham carried a model 14, .30 Remington pump gun that he traded farm work for in 1920. Basically a rimless 30-30 that was Remington's answer to the lever guns so common of that time period. In Elton's hands it was the nemesis of many, many deer in the Wisconsin woods. I remember as a grade schooler getting to shoot it once at a fence post with a corn field back drop, admiring the spiral magazine and thinking it was the coolest thing in the world. Eventually it made it's way to Arizona when my father brought it back after a visit. At 9500 feet the air was thin and I stopped on the incline to catch my breath and look for awhile. I thought of my Grandpa rushing into the barn and driving out the cows and horse teams as they succumbed to silo gas. He suffered severe lung damage but men were men and to lose the farm was unacceptable, to claim bankruptcy would be worse. Looking down at his rifle and the worn bluing at it's balance point and knowing that because of him my hands were now where his had been was almost surreal. In the thick aspens I knew that this was as close as I would ever come to hunting whitetails in a Wisconsin cranberry swamp. As close to my Grandpa as I had ever felt. Elton and Constance Bingham 1930

Most of you know that I have hunted unit 22 for the last 16 years or so. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know the unit and having some great success. After last years hunt, my brother and I decided we would try another unit that we have never hunted before. We were both extremely busy with work and life but we made sure to study the maps, find a trail to backpack in on and do as much scouting as we could. Our efforts yeilded a buck that I wanted to go after. A wide, symmetrical, heavy 4x4 that we thought would go between 102-108” range. We hunted this buck almost exclusively for 5 days. We had some close calls but we’re unable to make it happen. On the morning of day 5, we located the buck and 6 others. They finally cooperated and came out into the open. Except the big one, he continued into thick brush and disappeared. It had taken us 3 days to find him the last time he went into that brush. I had some commitments at home that I needed to return to. I decided to shoot one of the other bucks. My consolation buck. I am very happy with him and will be back after the one that got away next year. By brother shot his buck earlier in the hunt. We had a great time and will definitely be back. My brothers buck: .270 win. 150 grain Nosler LRAB 200 yards, scores right at 84 1/2” My buck: .270 win. 150 grain Nosler LRAB 630 yards, scores right at 90”

I believe Bill at R&R Taxidermy in Mesa will trade you a hide for a Euro mount. This website has really seemed to go downhill the last couple of years. There is a ton of finger pointing and name calling lately. Hunters need to stick together, not belittle each other. Good luck with the sale!

Good Afternoon All, Just moved down to Fort Huachuca area for the next six months. Doing Javelina/Coues down in 35A, and would also like to do some small game as well, especially quail. If you're in the area and want someone to hang out with, give me a shout. I don't have a dog unfortunately, but can provide gas money, beer, and good company if you have the dog 😎 Good luck out there! Hunter

Killing a nice coues has always been something that has eluded me. I’ve killed a bunch of them over the years but never one that i would consider nice, or big. I have been fortunate enough to take some real good elk, mulies, antelope, bear, etc. but coues have always kicked my butt. Having killed 3 between 95-98” my goal is always to take a 100” buck. This year was no different. I’ve been chasing one particular buck for 3 years now but i have never seen him hard-horned. My goal was simple this year, kill that buck. I have hunted him endlessly through archery and rifle season with no luck. I spend a LOT of time scouting and running cameras so i know most of the deer that are in the area i hunt. As soon as the bucks shed their velvet this year, i lost track of all the “shooter” bucks i have been watching. I can’t for the life of me figure out where they go. Well, the opening morning of my rifle hunt rolled around and Jason, my brother and myself found ourself at our glassing point. Jason had a tag with me and my brother was there to help out. We started seeing deer right away but nothing special. After covering all the country in our immediate vicinity, my eyes started to wander to the country I’m sure we all look at with the thought of “why am i glassing so far away?” I mentioned to my brother that i could see a couple deer waaaaayyy out there and he told me pretty much what i was thinking to myself. Why the he!! was i looking over there. I figured i was looking at a couple does anyways, so i got back to glassing the more approachable country around us. A few minutes later my brother told me he spotted some more deer waaaay out there where i was looking and one looked like a decent buck. Not getting too excited, i pulled out the big eye and looked him over. He was a decent buck, but not what i was after. We kind of forgot about him and got back to business. A little while later someone was looking over him again and he seemed a lot bigger than we thought. Another look through the big eye confirmed there were two bucks. We could tell they were both at least decent with one being larger than the other. We watched the bucks bed and made a plan. Jason and i would make a very long and what should have been “low percentage” stalk to see how the bucks looked from much closer. The stalk worked out great. We found ourselves 450ish yards from the bedded bucks. After a quick look, i decided to try to shoot the bigger buck. A few minutes later he stood up and walked through a narrow shooting lane. I fired and the shot found it’s mark. Buck down. After the celebration ended we noticed the other buck was still standing there and Jason decided he was big enough. A few minutes and one shot later we had two bucks dead within feet of eachother. I never got a great look at the buck i shot i just knew had a good frame and could tell he had a bit of funk on his rack. When we got to the bucks, i was pleasantly surprised. He was not the buck i was after but he is one i could not pass. Jason’s buck was also a little better than we thought. Nothing like an opening morning double-down on a couple good bucks.

We've been donated two (2) separate whitetail tags for this Friday, Nov. 9, and would love to get a couple vets out hunting Coues deer. One tag is for Unit 21, the other tag is for Unit 35B. I know it's last minute, but anyone available? Maybe welcome a vet into your camp if you have a tag for this Friday? Or maybe you know one of these 2 units and would like to volunteer and give back to an Arizona veteran? Give me a call as soon as possible if either applies to you --- (480)760-3868. Sincere thanks, --- Tom

After my little Kembria drew tag number 100 of 100 tags for her first choice deer hunt this fall, I felt that luck was on our side. We, her big brother Draysen and I, spent a fair amount of time with her over the past few months working on target acquisition in the scope, trigger control, etc. But I would be lying if I didn't admit to being a little nervous about her first big game hunt. Desire wasn't an issue, she has been chomping at the bit for years. But unlike her big brother, I just wasn't sure how she would do. Well, yesterday we loaded up the truck and headed up north. We had a good opening morning plan to head into an area where I have consistently found bucks over the years. For her first hunt I wasn't looking for a big buck, just a decent one that would be within her range. As we rolled into camp (actually my brother-in-law’s family cabin), I got a message from a new buddy letting me know he and a friend were on a tank of a buck, but with no tag themselves, they wanted a kid to shoot it. He sent me some pictures, and my jaw dropped! We made plans to meet up very early this morning to see if we could relocate him. Within the first minutes of glassable light, we got a glimps of him just as he and his buddies were topping out and disappearing over the ridge across from us. Draysen was the first to see why they were fleeing. A group of hunters were walking up the same ridge the bucks were on right in their direction. We made a quick plan to try and get ahead of the bucks, as they were still unaware of our presence. Within 30 minutes we were ahead of them and had them feeding out in front of us at 350 yards. I got Kembria set up on the Claw/Ruger Precision 6.5 Creedmoor combo (the Claw is the original version of the Triclawps) and we continued to watch them feeding in and out of the trees waiting for a good shot. There were five bucks in the group, all well above our original expectations for the hunt. The second biggest buck in the group stepped into the opening broadside, and all of a sudden a group of deer (estimate maybe ten) busted out of the thick trees about 30 yards to our right and bolted. This caught the attention of our bachelor group of deer and I quickly became concerned they were likewise going to bolt. I said to Kembria "See that big buck in the open?" She replied "Yes!" I said, "Shoot him!" Maybe one second later, BOOM!!! Perfect 350 yard lung shot. He wasn't the biggest boy of the group (the bigger one was similar in length to the one she shot, but more mass). Nonetheless, the five of us were beside ourselves with excitement. Not a half bad opening morning buck for a little girl who just turned 10 years old two weeks ago. Pretty great day for this proud pappa! Can't thank our friends G.R. and Tanner enough for the huge assist!

So, I didn't post my sons success last year but figured now would be a good time. He's the only one that seems to be putting meat in the freezer these days. Last year with 2 points, he was lucky enough to draw an antelope tag in 30A. My wife who had 16 points was ready to kick him out of the house at that point. It took us til the last day of the hunt for him to be successful with that hunt at 200 yards away. Then the following month he took his first cow on opening day with about 30 minutes of hunting light left in the day. This years elk hunt I could see the change in him and how much he matured with this hunt over last year. We only had 2 hours in our hunting schedule left, but he was successful again. Him and I never hunted a day in our lives until I met my wife and father-in-law 8 years ago who hunted all the time. They are very big into giving thanks and respecting the animals when they're harvested which is awesome and has taught me and my son a lot. Last week when my son took his second elk of his hunting career we were walking up to her and I said make sure you give thanks. He says, "I already did before I took the shot". Made me proud. Any way, just thought I'd share the pics.

Predator, i gave you a map for 30A years ago, don't know if you remember i told you to keep it, you must have it somewhere.

After all that I am gonna say one thing. I would go with a rifle big enough to take down a Bull Elk! I would shoot a 30-06 as this caliber has the widest range of weights and bullet styles. A good rifle in that caliber can accurately hit out to 800 yards. My brother has one he shoots 168grn out to 1000 yards consistently! My dad has dropped everything he shoots with his Smith-Corona 03-A3 shooting a 130grn Hornady. If you can afford to run multiple rifles then you could shoot the 243 for deer and any heavier caliber for elk. 411 yard cross canyon shot with a 10 mph crosswind.

It works great at all distances. Both wound channels caused plenty of damage. The only difference is the further shot didn’t exit. Broke both shoulders and found it in the offside hide. Weighed 82 grains.

Hey hjwwy! I'm a diehard quail hunter. I go to Az a couple times a year. Do you have access to the Fort? I have always wanted to hunt that, I'm former Mil. but I think the restrictions are pretty tight. Here's a video of a trip we did a couple years ago. I'm the good looking guy with the beard! lol Hit me up if you want to put something together for Jan. 575-496-3219

Haha! We’ve been shooting the .270 for a long time. Countless deer, elk, antelope and javelina. From 50 yards to 1025 yards. It’s an awesome caliber!

Nice bucks. Double down on the Old 270. Win. In your face Creedmore.

Fly-n-hi total performance center. Ask for Jeremy and tell him Harley sent you. Jeremy is good people.

Nice story. Thanks for sharing. Have a couple of heirlooms in my safe that I wish I knew more of the backstory.

Sandy congratulations to your daughter on her first buck. Re post it for sale and just let this one die. For all the other guys on here that consistently blow up others post's do some research before you start posting something is illegal and if you think you have the need to tell someone else how to parent their child send them a PM or just take care of your own. Sandy I hope you stick around there are some great guys on here that really enjoy seeing the youth hunters stories and pics.

Geeezzzz. My daughter wants a European mount. She doesn't want to pay for a shoulder mount even though it's her first. She even talked about making a sugar skull type of thing since she likes painting. When they walked up on the deer, one of the guys mentioned that it had a really nice cape. No marks, not even a tick! Then he told her someone might want to buy it. Her eyes lit up she thought that would be cool to not waste it, but to actually make a couple bucks off it. The next day she had to go to school, so I found this forum and made a post for her. Now I can't even show the post to a little girl due to some of the comments. All I did was try to help her get the cape to someone who might use it, and brighten her day with some spending money for her teenage budget. If you aren't interested, keep scrolling. Trust me it's not about the money. I don't need it. Thankfully, Our real life experience with hunters is actually quite positive. The men in the field tend to be more polite and chivalrous to women and children than a couple on this forum. This forum might be short lived for us.

My best is my.270wsm clean cold bore. I have not tested it beyond 100 yards yet. Long range to be determined, 5 shot group...............

I can't believe the immaturity level that this website is getting to. If you don't agree with the OP's post then don't reply, meaning just STFU! I will guarantee its computer cowards like you that hide behind your computer talking crap but in the real world you are just a little b*tch. Sandy, I hope you are able to sell her cape and not let this moron get under your skin!!

Well according to ars 17-371 I is wrong. You can sell all parts of legally taken game except for meat. Sorry guys.

I have this one. Not the best photo

my lion was killed on a coues hunt. She was 5 years old and weighed 90-100 lbs. She is a nice cat but not one of the beasts my cousin has killed. She was mighty tasty and made a nice rug. Id really like to shoot a big male, however I will fill another tag with a female given the opportunity. She resides in my bedroom next to the 1950's navy spy glass I got from my granddad.