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  1. 71 points
    As I lay here in my tent, Mr. Buddy heater on low, 6" of snow surrounding us, camp 75% packed up....well...what can I say. Taylor is a badas$. We packed up Tuesday night and headed to Kaibab Wednesday morning. Rained the first 4 hours of the drive until we hit The Gap. We were ready for a 12 day mule deer marathon. Taylor was so excited to finaly be on the road.... The rain held off just long enough for us to set up camp, then started snowing. We tried to get some scouting in, but it started snowing hard enough we couldn't see 50 yards. So we headed back to camp for some dinner and a good night's sleep. Thursday morning, snowing up top, raining down low. Scouted down low, saw a couple "end of season" bucks tending does. Went up top in the afternoon, and battled the snow. Saw 3 more "end of season" bucks, but a lot of deer. Lots of smaller bucks too. With 2 minutes of "legal light" left as we were heading out...we saw an "opening day" buck. Only about 26" wide, but really tall, good forks, good mass, and a nice 6" sticker on his left antler off the G3. He would be our goal on opening morning....or so we thought. Opening morning showed clear skies, 19°, and snow covered hills above 7000'....and fog. Made glassing more than 100-200 yards impossible. So, we left the location we had seen the big buck for later, and went to a spot that has produced for us in the past. Got there just as the sun was breaking, and glassed up one of our "end of season" bucks and passed on him. I walked out on a point to glass some canyons and started picking deer out, from 200 to 2000+ yards away. Found a decent 4x4 @ 1575 yards, but across 7 or 8 canyons....no thanks. Found a 1 antlered 3 point, and I swear I saw 2 lions hightailing it. Couldn't get a good look, but definitely not deer running like that, and light tan. So back to the truck,and fog had burned off by 8:00. Decided to drive back and look for the big buck. On the way out, I was glassing every finger and cut....at 8:40...."there are some does.....ooh. And a buck. You might want to get out for this one....and grab the rifle....yeah, grab the rifle for sure." I range him, "430...dial 1.5MIL. He is moving....454, dial 1.7MIL. He is quartering away...he stopped...put one in him." BOOM! "He is down! Great shot!" We watched him for 10 minutes without so much as an ear twitch. Got landmarks, grabbed the packs, crossed two canyons, and definitely no ground shrinkage when we got to him. 5 hours of exhausting pack out. At the check station, they measured him at 31" inside spread, 33.25" outside. Taylor made short work of the late season, getting her buck about 1.5 hours into the hunt. And topping my biggest buck I have ever taken too. I am so proud of her, for the hard work she puts in shooting, for the positive attitude, for wanting to spend time with me, and her being such a great kid. I thank my wife too, for putting up with the time and money I put into hunting. And most of all, I thank God for allowing me my health, my wonderful family, and the beauty and the creatures he put on this earth.
  2. 70 points
    Here is my 2019 Az strip mule deer. It only took me 19 years to draw the tag!! This was one of the best hunts I’ve ever had! Mostly because I was able to share it with my girlfriend who was there for the scouting trips and the Hunt. She was so excited to be there and watch me take a buck of a lifetime! I couldn’t have done it without her! After finding out I was diagnosed with cancer and had surgery a couple of months ago I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to make the hunt. She was there every step for me!! This Buck is OUR buck!!
  3. 54 points
    It was a TOUGH hunt where I was at in 6A......almost no bugling the entire hunt. The first week, I found 4 mature bulls feeding together down low and not a cow in sight! I knew it was going to be tough. After several passes on smaller bulls throughout the hunt, I finally got lucky and sneaked in on this bull while he was raking a tree. He was all alone and only bugled twice after daybreak. Pure luck I was able to come across him in the rain. One arrow at 36 yards did the trick...he was down in 25 yards after a bugle stopped him once he was hit. I feel very fortunate to have this bull on the last day!
  4. 54 points
    My season lasted a little over a half day. I got into my blind at about 7 am. Didn’t have any action until about 10 am, when a doe came in. After she left, nothing went on till just about noon when a two point came in. After that it was a steady stream of deer, couple spikes and does, till 1:30. I had about as much of the heat as I could take. I never had been so hot in a blind. I was wringing wet with sweat. At 1:45 I had enough. I got all my gear ready to go and took one last scan out of the blind to make sure I didn’t miss something. I looked up the hill and here came a big buck down the trail a long with a 1x2. I scrambled to get ready. The buck came right in front of my blind at 15 yards and was quartering away. Drew, settled my pin on the last rib, and released. The arrow it exactly were I aimed. The buck ran up the hill and stopped then walked off. I didn’t like the reaction of the deer so I gathered my stuff and went back to camp. Decided to give the buck two hours. At 4:00 I started on the blood trail. Not much blood. A few drops here and there. When I got to where I last seen him, the blood quit. Slowly I followed a few tracks and a couple broke limbs. 40 yards later there he was piled up. The arrow hit the last rib and came out on the back edge of the opposite shoulder. What an amazing day for a great buck! Brian
  5. 49 points
    we got a call Yesterday from her 1st time we talked since the initial Hostage call they make when they arrive at boot camp. she completed the Crucible sat. in 11 weeks Ive seen a chin a nose or forhead in pictures and wasnt sure it was her. today this was sent to me via txt. we go to her graduation next week and bring her home for 10 days. Final Drill picture this afternoon. went from this to this.
  6. 46 points
    My Archery bull .Unit 18A,public land. So I hired James Fleming to do this hunt with. I have been talking to him since before the draw.A few thought I was crazy burning 9pts on a marginal limited opportunity area. I went with a gut feeling and it paid off.James knows the area like no one else.Day 1 was slow with only a few elk spotted and no shooters. sat water for 8 hours in middle of day till evening with only javelinas coming in. Day 2 up at 4 and into another blind for barely an hour when I received text bull spotted. James picked him up at 4 miles away and it appeared he wasn't moving to another zip code. He then disappeared into a sea of junies . we estimated where he might be and made the trek. About noon we lucked out and he bugled. We had to assume it was him as they weren't active calling at all. we estimated him to be around 500 yards away so we moved in a couple of hundred yards where we would remain on the ground for 4 plus hours. Around 5 he bugled once and on went the sneekee feet and we closed to about a hundred yards. we hung the cow decoy in a cliff rose, I set up and James got behind me about 20 yards. 2 cow calls set him off tearing up a tree(sounded like a train breaking limbs).he did this for 15 minutes without bugling and stopped. I was shaking like a leaf. More mews and I could hear him coming in on a rope. Still having not seen him his swords appeared( knew it was him at that second )above a juniper in front of me. he turned to get around the juniper and downwind and as he was walking in to a 3 foot shooting lane I was drawn and calm. I was preparing to shoot him walking but he froze with vitals exposed to look at the decoy . I released arrow and center punched him at 30 yards. At this point I practically collapsed.It was very warm and I guess years of frustration and missed opportunity were coming into into my thoughts.The arrow was complete pass through 4 blade wacem. we waited about 20 minutes to start the recovery. quite a bit of blood at first...but it tapered off.Fortunately his tracks were easy to follow in the dirt. This beast made it 500 yards and expired. James was as excited as I was. after lots of hugs and high fives we set about the work. we carried what we could.hung the rest and got back to camp at 430 Am. we slept for a couple of hours then made the 3 mile trek to pack out the rest.
  7. 46 points
    Spent all summer scouting turning up a lot of good bucks. Went up for the hunt and was able to take this heavy buck opening morning. Big thanks to everyone who came up to scout and help out on the hunt
  8. 44 points
    My son and I scouted hard all summer, he named a buck that was coming in regular “eye guards”. After some tough misses on opening day, Saturday about 2:00 pm eye guards came strolling in and Tanner capitalized on him with one 50 yard shot, the buck ran 100 yards and piled up. He is still on cloud nine, I’m super proud of him. For those that care he rough green scored 111”.
  9. 42 points
    My Girlfriend Ashley got it done in a big way this past Friday and knocked down a monster first Coues Deer! It was our only full day to get out and hunt together so we decided to roll the dice on a special buck that i've had 3 years of history with. It all happened so fast and was/is surreal because everyone knows that 99.9% of the time the stars just don't line up for you. I still can't believe that we got him and I am very proud of the effort Ashley put into harvesting this beautiful creature. DAN
  10. 42 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
  11. 41 points
    I'll keep it short and sweet. Turns out, it was actually worth the decade long wait for a tag. I had a blast. Got to spend some quality time with my brother which is too rare these days. Almost killed a really good buck the first afternoon. Got to 45 yards from his does but he decided to run off a smaller buck and not come back for hours so I crawled back out and left the does bedded. Turned out to be a good thing because the second day I found my target buck and was able to slip an arrow in him. I was able to creep into 160 yards unnoticed and then spent the following four hours stuck laying on the ground covered in stickers and trying not to melt. They eventually gave me an opportunity to get to 70 and I made the most of the oppurtunity. I didn't get to see him fall but my brother Cole got to watch him flip just out of my sight. He was with 3 does back in a shallow canyon that isn't visible from any roads. He was 3.6 miles as a crow flies from where I first found him in July. He's beyond what I could have ever asked for. I shot him in the that unit that I'm hearing doesn't grow big bucks anymore so I got pretty lucky. I got the very last tag so it must have been meant to be. I feel like I shorted myself only hunting two days but I couldn't pass this buck. Not in a million years could I have passed this buck. Thanks for reading. Creed.
  12. 40 points
    I’ll bite! I was fortunate to take this great buck last Friday on the Bab. It was a tough year but there were some great bucks out there. This was the last night of my 14 day hunt.
  13. 40 points
    My body finally stopped hurting enough to type. Short story 27 days hunting two bull bison seen on the last day. Long story Checking my cc when I saw the spring cards getting hit. I saw the typical nothing, a week later for s&g I check my points and then I see I was drawn after a few cards were declined. I literally lose my breath for a moment. I immediately start googling everything, watch every video on youtube and post something about getting drawn and get some big time help from a couple of CWT members WHTMTNHNTR, Tom and Chewy. I spend the months talking, practicing with my bow and talking to the guys who previously had the hunt. After talking to about 20 previous hunters I discover a theme about the politics of the situation. 18 essentially said the same thing and two had glowing reviews of Jacoby. I decide not to play and go away from the group always being respectful to the group but doing my own thing. First weekend (5 days) I run into a giant wall of snow and that doesn't allow me to get much past Jakob Lake. I decide to try Saddle Mtn Wilderness. Saturday morning just before dawn I am just waking up I hear a clop of a bovine animal 30 yards from where I sleep, I grab my flashlight and see a smaller bison escaping up the hill next to my truck. Nothing interesting happened for the rest of the time except for stopping at Lee's Ferry for the first time and catching a few trout. Two weeks later I go for 3 days I get within 3 miles of the traditional area and see my first bison sign at some far off point. getting stuck and nearly getting in a fight with some californians that rented some pretty cool razors and were driving like they stole them was the highlight May 10th , nine days, My brother and step dad come and we stay at big springs cabins. Finally get to a marginal area stina point and timp point. Lots of sitting no bison. Me and my brother decide to look around a bit and meet some other hunters and discover the main guide does not like people on his trail cams. My brother took it as a personal challenge and the next camera he saw he started using his Fortnite Repertoire and did the "orange justice" than the "carlton" and finished off the day with a "Dab" We meet a couple of other hunters and they suggest the loser dance and I go retro with MC Hammers U cant touch this. Snow is still much to hunt anything but the three mile stretch that the majority of hunters are in, I do my best to stay away from them. Jacoby very likely has 80 salts with cameras so it is very hard to leave his grasp. The week ends drinking Bacanora with a couple of turkey hunters from Chihuahua and a retired game california game warden telling hunting stories and looking at successes on each others phones. It was a good evening. The final week I go solo (10 days). I head to the nameless point where we cut some fresh tracks and I left a salt and a camera. Nothing. I check the other eight cameras I left out there and nothing. I learn that the only thing I missed for the week was more snow. Total one Bison was seen for the all of the group of hunters and it was still deciding its gender. Sitting there thinking and watching the same piece of salt for a few days I decided if I am going to fail, I will fail the way I am best hunting. Thick cover stillhunting. I go to the deepest canyon I can find and find one of the super special areas that one of the paying clients is in. I leave shaking my head in frustration. Friday comes around and I hear three gunshots, for the first time its warm enough not to wear jacket. Later I learn, a gentlemen I met at Arizona Archery Club filled his tag deservedly. Saturday I hear four more shots but no reports of any more bison taken, first day without rain or snow. Last day, I am resound to the fact I will not fill my tag and tell my wife I am leaving around noon. the voices in my head are telling me to go by the park entrance which I do. (you will hear voices in your head too if when you go ten days solo) I wake early and pass the groups meeting place an hour before there scheduled meeting time. I get to dirt tank 1 about the time the remaining hunters are getting to their group session and for the first time in the morning I leave my bow in the truck (packed to go home) and take my WW2 model 70 instead. I work my way to the southeast corner of the small field and then I see a brown head pop up and ram another brown head. For a second I think I am watching a couple of bears fighting, then I realize they are not bears. The fight is going on for several seconds as I am just realizing what I am watching. All of the videos and studying is kicking in and I start figuring out if they are male or female. The vitals are out of sight but there eyes and horns have me pinned. I drop to my stomach and crawl to a flatter area. they stop fighting and it looks they are going to leave when they turn and head to the flat part of the field. The closest bull is about 60 yards and the farther one is about 80. after 27 days i no longer care about which one is bigger and am waiting to see the penis sheath to confirm sex and a broadside shot. the one at 80 obliges. I place the crosshair on his heart and squeeze. He buckles and starts jogging I place two more shots in the lungs in a few seconds. the bull stops and place my last shot and last bullet for that matter in him and he drops and is down within 45 seconds of my first shot. This is where the pain begins I get my truck 248 yards from the bison on snowy road. I take pictures and take my pack. I start about 545 and put the last piece in my truck around 300. It was the second and final bison taken out of 25 tags. This is also my eighth big game species of the big 10 all of them solo, seven with my bow.
  14. 40 points
    This past weekend was one of the best camps I have been apart of in a long time. My Dad took his best buck and my buddy Sergio hammered a buck of a lifetime. Hope you guys enjoy a few pics of these true desert studs. .
  15. 39 points
    I don't post stories/pics much. (In fact, I don't think I have ever posted anything hunting trip related, other than adventures with my kids.) Anyway, since not many folks get to hunt bison, I thought I would share. I put in on a whim when applying for deer 4 months ago. Just an afterthought, assuming that I would not get drawn, but I lucked-out and got one of 10 tags for the 9/25-10/7 12A cow hunt. Once I was drawn, I decided I would do everything I could to try to give myself the best chance at killing one. I reached-out to, and spent time on the phone with quite a few people who had previously had the permit, including Heat and Catfishkev. I also spoke with Flatlander a couple of times, since he and his son did the hunt in July. In addition, I exchanged messages with several others (couesdeerhntr, and others who are not on cw.com....). I also exchanged info with Jim Mullins, who was very generous with his information/assessment of the hunt. I owe a HUGE debt of gratitude to ALL who spent the time to give me information and perspective! In particular, Kevin spent lots of time with me on the phone/text/e-mail, and in fact sent me the key to a couple of his cameras and gave me the full go-ahead to utilize them for my hunt prep! Super, super generous!!!! Unfortunately, due to personal family commitments over the summer combined with the fact that I started a new job in mid-July, my time was very limited, and I could not spend the necessary 'boots on the ground' time I would have hoped. Finally, I also reached out to Russ Jacoby. Stating the obvious, there are many opinions of Russ and his crew (Just like there are many differing opinions of all of us! ). That being said, I found him to be helpful, professional, sincere, and SUPER passionate about the bison on the Kiabab! When I said I was going on a scouting trip in early July, he invited me to join his crew for a "ride-along" day or two to get to know the vibe and how they operate. That was very valuable time. I ultimately ended-up connecting with him for the hunt. So from here, I'll try make this quick! One of my best friends & hunting/fishing/camping partners drove down from Salt Lake to help me on the hunt. We met-up on Thursday evening and set-up camp. I connected with Russ, and made a plan to meet him early on Friday morning. My buddy decided to pass on the first day in the blind, giving me an opportunity to get the feel of the thing, and he would then join me in latter days. I met-up with Russ in the morning, and he made a suggestion regarding a tank I should sit. Well, 2 1/2 hours into opening day, after seeing several deer and lots of birds, I heard a noise and immediately saw black bodies moving through the trees making their way down the trail to the tank I was on. Within 10 seconds of initially seeing them, there were 12-14 bison of all shapes, sizes, and genders lined-up about 40 yards directly across the tank from me drinking away. I quickly focused-in on one of the cows, and as soon as she turned broad-side, I blasted her right in the boiler-room. As the other's scattered, she took a huge lunge into the tank, then took approximately 3-4 big jumps while turning to get out of the tank. I could see blood on her side as she got to dry ground and started to run/limp up the bank. I shot her again as she was running, and she fell. She started to get-up, so I shot her one last time and she slumped-down for good. From the time I saw them coming through the trees, to the time she was dead was likely no more than 30-40 seconds. DONE!! I walked around sort of dumbfounded and in disbelief for several days regarding the entire thing, specifically how quickly it happened! I went from not even really ever thinking about or considering putting-in for buffalo, to killing a 'once in a lifetime' animal just four months later. Unbelievable! Anyway, thanks again to everyone who spent time with me on text/email/phone to help with information. I'm full of gratitude!!!! S. She was big and old!! (Russ aged her at 10-12 years old.....)
  16. 39 points
    Hunter continued his quest to complete his AZ Big 10 last night. We hunted this bull for a couple days. He was a gladiator and kept injuring and running off bigger bulls. We were on him twice before without being able to complete a shot. To his credit he just wouldn’t shoot unless he was perfectly steady. When the moment came just before dark he made it count taking out the bulls front shoulder on the first shot. He went 30 yds and piled up. I have to say what an awesome experience from the great friends who made it possible when I couldn’t be there to start, and some others who came out to help late last night. You only get so many firsts and this one was awesome. Watching Hunter and his brother fist pump and high five was priceless. There are great lessons to be learned in the outdoors about persistence and strength and effort. So proud that he stuck with it and didn’t give up.
  17. 39 points
    What a hunt! We busted our tails since the opener. From finding crazy things out in the hills to a bunch of close calls, it was an amazing adventure. One to stick in the memory bank for sure!! I am so dam proud of my wife. From nearly wanting to quit archery due to shoulder issues, learning to shoot left handed, etc., your persistence is incredible!! I was able to call this bull in from a burn and pull him right in front of Lorie, where she made a perfect 17 yd double lung shot....he went 60 yds and piled!! Congratulations!!!!! I’m sooo proud of you!!!! Beautiful 6x6 bull from last Saturday.
  18. 39 points
    Tough hunt when half the unit is closed due to fires. Got it done though. 81 yard double lung.
  19. 38 points
    Tessa was able to take this gladiator of a bull on Monday morning he was in tact Thursday when we saw him . This is what a few days of fighting will get you almost every bull was broke to pieces . Tessa actually found part of this bulls rack , if you look above his shoulder you can see a broke off point . Going to have to pay the Taxidermest extra to put this one back together .
  20. 38 points
    Well, had a really tough hunt this year. Turns out I wasn't the only one that knew about my target bucks. After dealing with people shelling off artillery rounds at the bucks from over 1000 yards every morning i decided to back out of the area for a couple of days and let the pressure die down. I snuck back into my perch on Tuesday evening and was able to knock this buck down. He was about my "plan D" buck but I'm happy with him. I've always wanted a big two-point and i think this one qualifies. He's a really old troll of a deer and was the dominant buck in the area. A good one to get out of the gene pool. Sorry for the disgusting decapitation photos. He was a long ways from a road and didn't get to him until well after dark. The field photos were terrible.
  21. 38 points
    I'm not as active as I used to be on CWT. But I still linger and have always had a tremendous amount of respect for what Amanda built from the beginning. So if I can contribute to her and the rest of you Coues deer fanatics I will! I finally caught up with this buck after he eluded me last year. He's an old buck (and I'm not very smart) so I honestly couldn't be happier. It's always special when you can follow an animal this long. And for those who've done it, it can be very bitter/sweet also. I especially feel that way as I feel like I linger closer to my Coues deer hunting days being numbered. Enjoy.
  22. 37 points
    Last year, after getting frustrated with 24 BPs not getting me an AZ pronghorn tag, I bought a NM landowner pronghorn tag to get my feet wet. I had a blast, so this year, I bought two. One for my hunting buddy Taylor who would get first goat, and my second tag for me (only if Taylor killed early). What I didn't know at the time, was that NMGFD changed the way the landowner tags worked, and that the ranch owner's application to partner with NMGFD would get lost in the shuffle and not get approved, severely limiting the land access and hunting opportunities. Thank God for OnX Maps. We left on Friday morning @ 3:00am. Taylor could hardly contain her enthusiasm on the 11 hour drive out... We got to the ranch and got our written access paperwork by 2:30pm, and drove out to do some scouting to locate some good pronghorn. We covered quite a bit of ground, and glassed 10x more. Only locating 5 pronghorn by sunset, I was quite concerned. But right at sunset, I climbed a hill and glassed up a big herd to the south with a good buck, and a big herd to the north with a good buck. They were both about 2-3 miles away. But I could clearly make out decent horns on the two bucks. I stayed up.on that hill until full dark, checking back and forth for what the herds were doing. Both were active until I couldn't see anymore, and both had been moving about a mile each. We hatched a plan to go after one of the bucks first thing, and then the second if the morning didn't pan out, so as not to pressure either enough to spook them out of the state. Got to the house at 10:00pm, quick shower, and slept like the dead. Opening Day #1: Up at 3:30am, opening day excitement had me hopeful! Out to the parking spot by 5:15, leaving 30 minutes until legal shooting light. Grabbed the 15s, glassed up a bunch of does where we left them the night before. Grabbed the gear, and dropped.down in the wash that meandered through the huge valley the pronghorn were feeding through. We popped out about halfway out, right at legal shooting light, and see the buck walking to the does at 801 yards. A makable shot for Taylor, but not while he is moving. But he is moving towards the edge of the ranch property....and NM State land, which is off-limits to us. We drop back in the wash, and hurry to cut the distance, and hopefully catch the buck before he goes off ranch private property. Come out of the wash behind a low rise, and creep up to the top to see where they pronghorn are. 404 yards away....and on public land! Aargh. Feeding broadside. A chip shot....that we can't take. We stayed there, and eventually, the pronghorn started moving towards the public/private boundary. So we dropped back into the wash, and took off to close the distance again. When we peeked out again after about a half mile, we could see only a couple of the does. So we crept towards a small hill about 6' high that the pronghorn should be behind....peek over the top....there is the buck, bedded, at 390 yards! Yes! Still on public land, so safe for now, but the herd was slowly making their way to the private land. I told Taylor that we just needed to stay put as we were right on the boundary and knew exactly which direction the line was, and as soon as the buck stepped across it when he moved, she would have a decent shot. We waited for about 30 minutes, and some of the does were starting to move towards the boundary line very slowly.....then...we heard two shots at least 4 miles away....and the pronghorn were up and long gone onto a mesa and public land so fast. Well, that was fun and frustrating. Not expecting to see them again for a while, we head to check on goat #2 on our hit list. After hiking back about 2.5 miles and getting back to the truck, moving about 2 miles, we glassed him and his harem up about 3 miles away. So off we go, and lose them about a mile out. We glassed and could not relocate them again. So went and grabbed some lunch to rest and refuel. Opening afternoon, we went to a high point and glass up buck #1 and his herd about 4 miles to the west of where we left them in the morning. So we drove around to the other end of the valley and drive in a ways to try and locate them. We found them right on the top of the mesa, where private/public boundary stair-steps along the mesa. They kept staying about 1.5 miles head of us. I said if they got to a certain point, they would be on private land, and we might get a shot at him. Well, they had been hugging the edge for an hour, and went just up on top out of sight. We jumped out and closed the distance to the point on private land and waited...and waited...and waited some more. About 2 hours. Nothing of course. So hike back to the truck to check the high point and possibly locate buck #2. Drove out and around...and glass up buck #1 and herd exactly where we needed them to be! Aargh!!! Not enough time to get back, and probably wouldn't work anyway. We glassed up a bachelor herd of mule deer that rival some of the bucks on the Kaibab/Strip. We glassed up buck #2 as well. Possibly enough time to get to him. So off we go. Hiked in and was hoping to seal the deal with more cover to stay behind. Long story short, we got within 600ish yards, and his lookouts busted us. We were hugging a tree line, and those freaking pronghorns have amazing eyesight. They moved about 2 miles further in before they stopped. We tried to get close, but knew we were not going to make it after a mile, and would run out of light. Exhausted, we made it back to the truck right at sunset to head home. We put 14 miles on the boots through the day. On our way out, we saw a other bachelor herd of mule deer bucks that were jaw dropping. Back to the house by 10:30, shower, and fall into bed. Day #2: Up again at 3:30am. Out to the valley by 5:15. Glass up the herd of #1, but cannot locate the buck. He has to be there. Grab the gear, and book down the wash to close the 1.5 mile distance. Come out slowly and the herd is about 900 yards away. There was a small rise, and we kept low and crept up to within 330 yards of the nearest does, who were right on the boundary of private/public. We sat down to wait for buck #1 to show himself. An hour goes by, and the 22 does are all over. But still no buck #1. Then...I see 3 small bucks top the mesa rim and start heading down towards the does. I told Taylor, "Watch this..". We were in for an epic show. Out of literally nowhere, here comes buck #1 like a raging freight train. Ears back, flat out. The two smaller bucks were like, "We are OUT!" and booked it back up the mesa and gone. Little buck #3 must have been feeling lucky (or was trying to get lucky), and ran towards the ladies....and the chase was ON! For 30 minutes, Buck #1 chased little #3 at full speed. Mouths open, tongues out, up the ridge and down, a mile wide, in and out of the does. They even came within 330 yards onto private, but no chance for a shot. Finally, Buck #1 chased little #3 up and over they ridge and didn't return. They had riled up 6 or 7 does, and even they were running around chasing each other. Does chasing fawns, fawns chasing does, does chasing does. Itnwas amazing to watch. Eventually, 16 of the does followed them up and over. The 6 that were running went out in the valley. So we decided to get close to the base and wait for them to come back down. There was no water up top, and I was hoping Buck #1 needed a drink after the chase. We crept up to another small wash and got set up next to the only bush around...about 2' tall. We sat there for about 4 hours as the sun and temps rose. Taylor was set up for them to come back down. I set up tripods with sweatshirts for shade trying to stay cool. After 4 hours, me dozing 10 minutes at a time crawled up into the bush, mosquitos/flies/grasshoppers invading, Taylor was hot, hungry, and ready to get lunch. We stayed for another 30 minutes, hoping the goats.would come down. So we packed up, and headed back towards the truck 3 miles away. Got about 1/4 mile away, looked back....and 15 does are on the ridge watching us walk away. Are you serious? Well, we cannot go back now without spooking the pronghorn, so we wait right there until the does turn and walk away. Back to the truck and go check for buck #2 with no luck, chug some Gatorade, and head to grab some lunch. Just as we get back on the property, I got a call from Brandon who was out hunting too. He knew where we had been hunting, and had just seen our buck #2 we had been hunting and gave us the location, and a great plan for the stalk to get close. I told him to go shoot it, but he was gracious enough to decline since he knew we were chasing him, and we met to verify location. We stopped at the lookout point to glass for both herds. Buck #1 was nowhere to be found, but I glassed up buck #2's herd about 2 miles up a canyon, right where Brandon said they were. I couldn't find Buck #2, but knew he would not be far away. So we parked right off the main dirt road, grabbed our stuff, and set out to try and locate buck #2. Straight up a ridge and 1.5 miles along it, we kept an eye on the herd. We went as far as we could, and luckily the end had some trees on top. Got close to the edge and peeked over....buck #2 was bedded in the middle of his herd about 400 yards out. Brandon's suggestion had worked perfectly. So we dropped the pack, got everything ready, Shooter app up, rifle set up, and did the Army crawl the last 10 yards through the prickly pears and rocks and got set up for the shot. Buck #2 was bedded away from us, with no good shot available. We laid in the sun for 45 minutes waiting for a shot opportunity. Finally, the buck got up, turned broadside and started walking. Took about 5 steps amd bedded back down, but broadside this time. 391 yards, 2° downhill, 4mph L-R breeze. Taylor dialed, and was uncharacteristically shaking like a leaf. I told her where to hold, and take some breaths, and relax. Squeeze slowly, breath, squeeze. BOOM! That buck never even kicked. Flopped over, stone dead! The 130 Berger OTM @ 2888fps from the 6.5SLR worked like a charm. Taylor had her 1st pronghorn ever. A nice heavy buck with good prongs, and a beautiful heart shape. Got him quartered up and packed him back to the truck in an hour. I told Taylor I was pulling out all the stops for buck #1 the next day. Got back to the house by 6:00pm, grabbed a shower and some groceries so I could pull an all-day chasing buck #1. Put down another 12 miles for the day. In bed by 8:30pm. Day #3: Up at 3:30am, told Taylor she could stay at the truck if she wanted, or go with me. She opted to stay and relax at the truck...which would turn out to be a smart move and a huge help to me as well. Out in the valley by 5:15am. Glassed up 6 does, and figured buck #1 had to be around. Grabbed my gear and doubled timed it down the wash to close the 2 mile distance. At about 6:00am, I came out of the wash thinking I should be pretty close to the does, and hoping I had just not seen the rest of the herd in the dark. Buck #1 was coming out of the same wash 350 yards away! Of course I have my rifle in my pack scabbard. Took 2 steps back, grab the rifle, deploy the bipod, and creep back out of the wash....to NOTHING! No does, no buck. I really doubted they could have made a 1 mile dash in the 1 minute it took me to get my rifle out and not be seen, so I just KNEW they had to still be down in the valley somewhere. So I spent the next hour sneaking across the floor glassing over every little rise I came to...with no sightings. Now I figured they had to have either gone up top, or were hanging out in one of the fingers along the mesa edge. So I climbed to the top and started a long walk along the edge glassing and checking the fingers. Nothing. About 10:30, I texted Taylor and asked if she thought she could find the other road on the west end about 8 miles away. She said she could, so I told her to start heading over so I could cut my walk back to the truck from 6.5 miles to hopefully less than 2. 10:45am, I see two does walking out of the mirage about 400 yards ahead of me. We are right on the public/private boundary, and they are on the private side! I texted Taylor to pull over and wait. Then...more does....and more does. I am standing on a mesa, with grass about 6" tall and just a small 2' high slight rise between me and the herd of pronghorn we have been chasing for 3 days. Then.....I see him heading toward the does from my left....it was my turn to start the shakes. I figured I could get to two short yuccas about 10' away. I took 2 achingly imperceptible slow steps....and those first 2 does bust me cold. The rest of the does are heading towards them, but angling away. So I slowly dropped my pack and deployed my bipod. I kneeled down behind the rifle, but the two does started getting nervous. Well, my hat is tan on the front, with a white mesh back. So I slowly reached up and turned my hat around backwards with the white forward. Those 2 does seemed to really relax and get interested. They started towards me! The rest of the does angled my way, and so did buck #1.....I could only see the top of his back with the slight rise between us. I couldn't get a range on him! So I ranged a yucca he was behind @ 410. I figured he was at 430, so I dialed 1.2MIL on my 6 Creed. I knew it would have 19" of drop, and the bullet should clear the rise by 10-12" hopefully. When he stopped, I exhaled slowly, and touched off the shot.....I saw him spin, butt drop, and go over backwards in the scope! The does scrambled. I jumped up and glassed the pronghorn milling about....no horns anywhere. I knew he must still be down. 5 seconds later, I get a text from Taylor, "Was that you?" "Yep, he is down!" Grabbed my gear, got to the rise, and see him down. 3 days, plus 6 hours & 6.5 miles it took to get a shot at him. (Total of about 20 miles of stalking him) He must have been a bit further than I figured. Shot hit about 3" lower than I figured it should. But it broke the front leg, and liquified his heart. The 105 Hybrid stopped just under the offside hide, almost exiting. It blew the hair off, and started to rip the skin. And here he is... Taylor drove to the base of the mesa, hiked up, we took some.photos, tagged him out, cut him up and hiked own to the truck in about 90 minutes. Entrance side....who says match bullets shouldn't be used for hunting? Expansion seemed to be pretty good. Weight retention is about 49%. The trip back was pretty much like the trip out. I thank God every day I have my girl to share my love of hunting with, the beautiful and free country we live in, the magnificent game we have to opportunity to pursue, and the bounty He gives us to grace our dinner tables with. I thank my loving wife who puts up with my nonsense and childish antics, and my spending and time I put in with shooting throughout the year to make this all possible. I thank Brandon and Stan for helping out with info and sightings as well. My buck was green scored at 82 3/8" gross, 81 2/8" net. But either way, with the memories I made with Taylor this week, both pronghorn are true trophies.
  23. 36 points
    Had another frustrating, feet killing, back aching, hot, cold, rainy, dusty, fun-filled pronghorn hunt with Taylor last week. Had just about every thing that could go wrong on a hunt (as far as animals) happen. Had great times and success too. Drove out Friday AM early, on the road by 3:30AM. Got out to our hunt area by about 2:00PM. Drove around, and found a good buck that would be our #1 hit list buck for opening morning for Taylor. We watched him for a couple hours from about 1.2 miles away, making sure he stayed put. Met up with Brandon and Kyle (see Zeke's report), they got a look at the buck we were watching, and we went over game plans for each other's hunts. Hard to tell from the photos, nut he is tall, and pretty wide. Cutters are average, and so is mass, but a pretty good buck. At dusk, we headed for the hotel, and stopped on the way out, and glassed up Brandon's buck "Unicorn". I tested Brandon telling him, "You have got to kill that buck! He is cool!" Day 1: Opening morning found us back in the same spot we put the buck to bed the night before. And, the buck and his harem of 16 does were nowhere to be found. But I glassed up another harem of 18 does. Figuring there had to be a buck with them, I kept glass on them. Eventually, a very good buck (better than our #1 hit list buck by quite a bit) appeared briefly @ 1750. We got a plan together to get within about 400 yards, and were gearing up, when a truck came barreling down the road and spooked them over a couple small rolling hills. We put together a new plan to go after them, and started our first multi-mile trek of the hunt. Seemed like every time we closed to 600 or so, the does would be up and feeding over the top of the next hill. At 3/4 mile into our stalk, Taylor says to me, "I can hear mom talking." (My wife's voice carries a long way, not loud, just something in the frequency or tone). I turned around and glassed, and NMGFD was parked behind the 4Runner. I called her on the cell, and actually talked with the NMGFD officer. Super nice guy, I texted him photos our licenses, tags, and landowner written permission. He wished us luck, and back at it. After about 4 hours, we finally crept to the backside of the last hill, and glassed up does about 200 yards ahead and below us. Pulses quickened, as we started looking for the big buck. And looked. And looked. For about an hour, I glassed everything, the buck was gone. Eventually, the does spotted us, and trotted off, with one circling us and coming in behind us to 87 yards, before blowing out. A couple mile hike back to the truck. Stalk one failed. Drove over to the west side of the ranch, and glassed up a couple bucks. One at about 1300, and one a few miles out. Passed on the closer, smaller buck. Drove within a mile of the bigger buck, and got out to start stalk #2. Dropped down in a small wash, and got within 530 yards of the bedded buck. He was a good one, a shooter....but was about 100 yards onto public land, and we had private land only tags. Sat on him for a couple hours, hoping he would get thirsty and come to the water tank behind us on private, and give us a shot when he stepped onto private land at 400 yards. After a couple hours, he got up, and walked further onto public land to his does. Stalk #2 failed. Backed out down the wash so we didn't spook the herd. Spotted another smaller buck, and was within 450 for about 10 minutes, and Taylor kept asking if he was good, and since I kept saying "he is OK", she opted to pass on him too. Drove down to another spot I have seen good bucks, and spotted this guy just on public, but heading for private. Had him at 400ish, and he walked right up to the fence we had crept along for a few hundred yards trying to cut the distance. He had us pegged, and finally turned and hauled but, just 3' from being legal. Stalk #3 failed....or is that 4? Went back to about the only spot that the big buck that disappeared that morning could have gone. I stopped at a good glassing spot, and glassed miles of flat ground, and saw a bachelor herd of bucks up on the mesa. The group had 2 good, one average, and two smaller bucks. They were above where we wanted to check, so we drove around the hills to get closer to the valley they were above. As I pulled off the 2-track once we got closer to glass, literally, within 3 seconds, I see a puff of dust, and then hear a "boom" from a long ways away. The big buck is 360 yards away! And someone who did not want us to get a shot at him took a 1200ish yard shot at him in a desperate attempt at him. Needless to say, that buck took off with me being close, and some fool shooting at him from the next County. It would be the last time we saw him during the hunt. He stopped at 1455 from us, on public land, as the other guy just walked back to his truck. Probably 2500 yards from him now. Not really a stalk, but what could have been a great opportunity at the big buck failed. Found a few other bucks that evening, but nothing we wanted to go after on day #1. Heard from Brandon that Kyle had killed too. At the end of the day, we stopped by Brandon's hotel, and I got to lay hands on "Unicorn". Really unique buck. I would have shot him in a heartbeat too. Glad Brandon got the smoke his #1 buck on opening day. A bit jealous. Day #2: Started off passing quite a few bucks, nothing big. Went back to look for the #1 hit buck and glassed up 9 of his 16 does in the same valley they were in before opening day. Thinking the buck and other does might be further up the valley, we drove around and parked about 800 yards to the south. Geared up, and snuck around the back side to 233 yards of the herd. Glassed for about 2 hours looking for the buck, to no avail. Could not locate him, or the other does. Backed out very slowly, and stalk #1 for the day failed. Stopped and glassed the area the big buck was last seen, and also looking for the bachelor bucks. Saw 4 of the bachelors on the edge of the mesa, so we got in closer to within 600ish, and waited. One of the better ones was coming down to private, and we were ready to take a shot, but he would not quit moving, and eventually went back up top onto public. 3 others were working their way down, so we sat and waited. One good one, one small one, and the average buck. They literally got to the property line (according to OnX), and stopped. I willed them to take 5 more steps, but they turned back around, and eventually went back up top too. Stalk #2 failed. A storm was rolling in, and it got really windy. Windier than I figured. Driving to another part of the ranch, we saw the herd of does off the road, looking like they really wanted to cross, so we stopped to let them go across. Well, they eventually turned around and walked back into their valley. So we drove on........and there he was! 551 yards away. Jumped out of the truck, and got Taylor behind my 6.5 SS. I made a terrible wind call, and first shot "Hold .8MIL right......pew.....You are just left!" "Shoot again, hold 1.2MIL right....pew......just over him, shoot again." By now, he knew something was up and was moving out. Flat ground, no features, adrenalin, and shaky hands make ranging difficult. 770, one more shot by Taylor, "just left!". At this point, Taylor was pissed. She says, "You shoot him!" I jump behind the gun, and try and range him. 800? Pew. She says, "just under him!" 920 now? Pew. "Just left!" Over a rise he goes. Now I am pissed....and determined. Stupid wind, Taylor should have had him in the bag. I figured 10-15mph. Was probably more like 35mph. We run back to the truck, and instead of grabbing ammo, we grabbed Taylor's 6.5SLR. Drove up to the hill he went over, I jumped out with my 15s, her rifle, and hustled up the hill. As we topped out, he was standing right there at 200ish? He bolts L to R like shot from a cannon. Taylor yells, "Shoot him!!!" I threw up the rifle (thank goodness the 3-20 was set on 7X) and snapped off a quick shot that I saw kick up dust right in front of him. Spun him around, and he hit mach 2 instantly. I think my wingshooting and varmint hunting instincts kicked in. I worked the bolt while looking through the scope, led him, saw shot #2 kick up dust right behind him, worked the bolt as I followed him, said "this is stupid" as I touched of shot #3, hearing the "whop" and he never broke stride. Worked the bolt again while keeping him in the scope, touched off shot #4 hoping to anchor him, and saw the puff of dust right in front of him. Then.......huge cloud of dust as he cartwheeled. About 10 seconds, 4 shots, and one down pronghorn buck. I have never be a "shoot at a running big game animal" guy. Not sure what happened, heat of the moment I think. But, at 250 yards on a 50mph run, I had a buck down. I also felt bad about shooting a buck that was supposed to be Taylor's. But looking at Taylor, she said one of the coolest things I have heard from her. "I always knew you were an awesome hunter, but I think you may be the best hunter alive! No one is going to believe that shot." I think shot placement was spot on. You can see the entrance below. And the 6.5mm 130 AR Hyb sure do work amazingly well. The storm was rolling in, and lightning was getting CLOSE. I quartered him up and caped him out in about 15 minutes, just as the lightning got too close for comfort. Last strike as I was closing the back hatch was "Flash.....one one thousand, BOOM". We drove to the west side of the ranch hoping to get ahead of the storm and maybe get a chance at another buck, but Mother Nature chased us down and off the ranch early, about 4:00PM as the rain started to dump and lightning was closing in again. We opted to make a run for the hotel. Day #3: Taylor has stated, "I am shooting the first mature buck I see, I don't care if it is big, average, or even small." OK, should be easy, right? Right??? Wrong. First legal light, I stop at a small rise as we approach the ranch to glass. Taylor says, "There is a buck right there. I am going to shoot him right now." Get out, getting set up for a 600 yard shot, and he ducks under the fence and off property. So we watch him, and he crosses further down the fence line back onto property! Up and on top of a small hill looking to circle back around. So we drove up to the property fence, and get out and get ready. The buck picked up another buck, a bit smaller, and we try and get set up for a shot, but they crossed the road. So we get up, cross the road, and Taylor is prone, and the bucks stop at 431 yards, staring right at us. She dials, and I tell her, "the one on the right, wait fr him to turn, and put one in him" No wind. Staring contest lasts for about 3 minutes. Then, the bucks looks behind us as a truck drives down the road. Now, the 4Runner is stopped in the middle of the road, two doors are wide open, we are laying on a table top flat piece of ground off the road by 10 yards, I am standing behind my 15s on a tripod. You would think, YOU WOULD THINK, that the truck would have stopped as soon as they saw us. You would think. It kept coming. Bucks bolt and run for 27 miles or so. The truck drives up to us and stops, "Are you hunting?" As I turn around, probably with lasers shooting from my eyes as my skin peels back to reveal my bloody skull and flames billowing from my scalp........"Are you kidding me!?!" Needless to say, the truck left in a hurry without waiting for an answer..... Opportunity 1 of the day blown. So we drove up and start glassing at one of our usual spots. I glass up a herd of goats at 1500, and start to make a plan.....when another truck drives up...."Are you hunting?" As the herd runs off.......turns out, it was the ranch owner's Mother. Super nice lady. We talked for a brief moment, me seething under my smiling face. But, it is her ranch. Off she goes. We headed the same direction. Opportunity 2 blown. Drive down to the glassing spot, nothing. But some great mule deer that we had seen the day before too. 3 shooter bucks for sure, one big boy, one older buck on his way down that I have seen for 3 years in a row. All bachelored up together. One guy must like his own company... I drove out to glass the big valley with the bachelor herd of goats, but couldn't find them. But, I did find a good buck bedded all by himself. Called Taylor over, and he was 1650 yards out in the middle of a big valley. We had some cover of a small wash that would put us within about 700. No wind, doable. Well, he got up and moved 200 yards, then bedded back down. New plan, new wash. He got up again, and moved another 200 yards and bedded back down. Now, no cover within 100 yards. Try and form a now plan and come in from a different direction, above him.......and he got up again and started walking, bedded down another 500 or so yards, and totally out in the open, with no cover within 1300+ yards. Is he worth spending 3+ hours to try and get close without bumping him into the next property? Chances: Slim to none. He got a pass. Opportunity #3 kind of passed. THink about the big buck that was on the southwest side, and go look for him next. Glassed up a good buck when we got there. He was 1588 out, with two big cottonwoods between us and him, and they were 1150 yards away. Should put us under 400 yards of the bedded buck. And I mean bedded. He actually kept laying his head down as I watched him. Geared up, and started after him, keeping the trees between us to mask our approach. Halfway there, 500 yards from the trees, 900ish from the buck.........a truck is driving across the meadow he was overlooking. "Oh crap" I said.......same lady. Up goes the buck, and he trots off and beds back down, still on private, but almost off the ranch. So we continued on another 100 yards, and so did the truck........bye bye buck. Stalk #4 blown. Frustrated beyond belief, and having covered most of the ranch, I opt to try the one part of the ranch I have never hunted. It is seriously as flat as a table for MILES. Grass is 3-4" tall. But, I know there are two tanks on the corner of the property out there. OnX shows a 2-track on public land that crosses onto another ranch but runs along the fence line. So, we try it. I don't think a prairie dog can hide out there, and we actually find a small dog town. And a burrowing owl standing on a dog mound. That was cool. So anyway, we keep driving, and my wife is saying, "Do you think there will actually be any antelope up here?" Well, it is above where the bachelor herd was, and I have glassed up pronghorn up here 2 years ago, might as well check it out. I noticed a skull off the road, and got out to check it.....halfway to it, I look over, and a decent buck is staring at me from 300 yards, but on the wrong side of the fence. I say, "Taylor.....(whistle)". She looks over, and I point. She slinks out of the truck with my 25SST. Comes over to me, and I say, "He needs to cross that fence, and he is legal." No kidding, he ducks under the fence, and I see a 2nd decent buck standing looking at me, like he emerged from the dust. They walk off, and over about a 18" high swell. We follow, cross the fence and onto private ranch property. I can see the two bucks right in front of me, Taylor following me as we duck walk towards them in single file. She goes prone, but can only see the horns. I ask, "Do you think you can shoot off my shoulder? They are only 189 yards away." I get on my knees, and she rests the rifle on my shoulder. She says, "Quit breathing and I think I can get a shot." I hold my breath......and the bucks bolt. The bigger of the two never stops. Just off to the races. The other buck runs to 600ish, where a third buck stands up. Last ditch effort, I take my tan/white hat and start to flag him. Holy crap......here they come. I am checking my phone and compass, they are on private, but only by about 50'. Taylor is prone and on him. I am ranging....."Let them keep coming......500.......400......350.....331......they stopped, wait for the one on the right to turn........" 3 minutes of him just standing staring at us....."Shoot him right in the neck. You on him?" Pew (suppressed, so no more BOOM). He books, but I can see blood like pouring out a 5 gallon bucket of red paint pouring out of him. He went about 50 yards, stopped, teetered over without a kick. Blood trail that Helen Keller could have followed. I don't think the hole is actually an exit. I think that 131 Blackjack @ 3238fps MV just hit him so hard, the thin chest cavity could not contain the hydrostatic shock of the temporary wound channel. Blew out 3 separate ribs, hole right through the top of the heart, lungs were liquid, even had stomach content at the hole in his side. Devastating performance. Thank you to my wife for keeping us company, to God for allowing us the opportunity and health to pursue these amazing animals, and to Taylor, for keeping me hard at work. She kept me going, seriously. She is a tough kid (not really a kid anymore), and kept a good attitude, and worked hard for this buck. Couldn't be more proud of the young lady she has become. Thanks to Brandon too.
  24. 36 points
    I was lucky enough to draw a Wyoming bull bison tag last spring. I’ve put in for WY, AZ, and UT for a decade or so and pulled a AZ tag a few years back and was unsuccessful after sitting in a blind for 158 hours. I was really hoping for another chance as I really couldn’t bring myself to shoot a fenced one on a ranch or reservation (I’m 1hr from the Ft peck rez which has bison hunts but they are fenced). The season runs aug 15-dec31 and then they reopen it from jan1-31 if they haven’t had any buffalo migrate down from the park. They shut the hunt down as soon as they start feeding the elk in Jackson Hole which has traditionally been mid jan. I decided to go as late as I thought was comfortable without getting shut out. Turned out it was still early. These hunts used to be easy, the buffalo would show up in nov or dec and they’d be near 100% success. The last 5 years or so the buffalo just don’t come down. The snow was deep when we got there, so much so we needed horses just to get through it at all. The buffalo unfortunately still hadn’t come down. There was a rumor of one bull on the elk refuge, there were about 15 more on the park about 5 miles off and the rest were all way way off in the park and likely won’t be here before they close the season. Well my luck finally turned on wild bison. We picked up tracks in the river bottom first am and caught up to the lone old bull on horseback. I was able to get into about 125 yards. I tucked a 175 swift a frame into his heart with my 7mm STW, then another. He spun around and started heading out. Couldn’t believe it. I put the next two into his low shoulder to break him, which sort of worked. I had time to reload and put two more in the base of his skull before he finally tipped. All shots where lethal. Can’t believe how tough they are!!! We got him gutted and were able to get horses and a sled to him. They’ve got draft horses here to drag them out, I really didn’t think it was possible but they got him drug about a mile to the nearest retrieval road and loaded whole!!! He weighed 958# carcass weight! That puts him at about 1600-1700# on the hoof. Should make Boone and Crockett and we are gonna have a few years of great eating!! Super stoked to have finally ended this quest. We were able to get done early enough to get in a little skiing and are having him butchered and frozen right away so we can haul him home ready to go in the freezer (freezers!). Edit: Sorry about the sideway pics. They all looked the same on my phone.
  25. 36 points
    I was fortunate to take my ram mid day on December 2nd surrounded by friends and family. Special thanks to my dad who scouted for me and burned miles of roads and glassed for hours.......As you all know, it was the hunt of a lifetime. He wasn't the biggest ram out there, but he is perfect to me. Sheep slow motion.xspf
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