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Walk Softly And Throw A Big StickMy legs felt like rubber from the now 6.5-mile hike and my mind was filled with thoughts of missing the biggest bull I had scouted this season. The chance of fulfilling my dream of harvesting a 380 bull elk had just slipped through my fingers and there was nothing I could do about it. Then, with a toss of a branch in hopes of kicking out a deer to tag, I got my second chance. Dad always says, “I’d rather be lucky than good,” and today it was good to be lucky. |
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Hunting For LeftyAs usual, the night before opening day was a sleepless one for me, but this time it was for entirely different reasons. It could have been the yard sale quality mattress with questionably clean sheets, or the desk clerk at our dive motel who offered us the hourly rate when we tried to negotiate prices for the night. |
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From Out of the FogDaylight the morning before opening day of the 2009 Washington elk season found me hiking with Chad Lewis up the ridge trail that borders my hunting unit. About 150 yards below in the timber, a bull ripped a bugle in the crisp morning air, immediately bringing smiles to our faces. |
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The Blacktail LegendHe was an absolute brute! In fact, brute is an understatement. Some would say, “They just don’t make them like that anymore.” I knelt down on the grassy hillside to steady my balance and recall feeling the cold, wet grass soak through my knee, but all of that didn’t matter right now! This was it! |
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Making It HappenI’ve always thought my chances of taking a mature branchantlered bull in Utah were slim to none, having spent years putting all my eggs in the mule deer bucket. I have 13 mule deer points after this year’s draw and zero elk points. In fact, I haven’t even taken a spike before. I’ve been involved in a few good hunts for bulls, but just as a helper. |
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The Compromise BuckAs our 2008 hunt ended, my father, Joe, my brother, Krandell, and hunting buddy, George, all agreed that a change was in order. What was once a productive area where we might see as many as five bucks pushing or exceeding 30 inches had slowly changed into an area void of mature bucks and replaced with tons of elk sign. |
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Two Buddies, Two B&C Trophies, One DayMy friend, J.T. Geddes, has always admired the beauty and free spirit of antelope, so the chance to harvest a Wyoming antelope was something I knew he would treasure. I grew up in the rolling hills of central Wyoming and knew just how to make his dream come true. |
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A Buck to RememberThe summer of 2009 started out the same as the last six. My dad (Walt), brother (Marc), uncle (Rick) and I, along with friends Greek, Ron, and Mike were trying to draw 3rd season deer tags. |
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Becoming A HunterTo think that I am sitting down to write an article for Eastmans’ Hunting Journal is still quite bewildering to me, as I’m not quite sure how I ended up at this place in my life. |
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Humbled and BlessedIt was 2:45 a.m. as my dad, our family friend, Andrew, and I navigated the desert trail in the pitch black, our headlamps reflecting off of sagebrush and juniper and my heavy backpack weighing on me. It was the last weekend of the hunt and I began to think about the events of the season. It began with such excitement. |
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Moose Hunting for BearThis didn’t start out to be a bear hunt, even though I had a tag in my pocket. Our focus was moose and caribou, but with all the bears in the area, things soon changed. My friend Carl and I had planned this hunt for over a year. |
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Sierra SurpriseWhile everyone claims there are some big bucks up in the high country in the Sierra National Forest, my husband, Gene, our son, Kaymen, and I went through the 2008 season and were 39 days into the 44-day season of 2009 without seeing one. |
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