camera crew of KNIGHT & HALE'S ULTIMATE HUNTING.
2002--ANOTHER GREAT PERSONAL
HUNTING SEASON!!
CARIBOU FOR HOLLYWOOD
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camera crew of KNIGHT & HALE'S ULTIMATE HUNTING. |
The first week of August, we had a television crew from the popular outdoor program, KNIGHT & HALE'S ULTIMATE HUNTING. Included in the crew were Walter Parrott, program co-host, Bob Robb, outdoor writer, and Butch McElwain, Harold Knight's brother, outfitter, and all-round great guy. This was a muzzleloader hunt as I wanted to help my good friend, Bob Parker, of PARKER PRODUCTIONS, in promoting his fantastic muzzleloder bullet, the HYDRA CON™. A description of Bob Parker's fantastic muzzleloading bullets can be found at PARKER PRODUCTIONS.
These guys were a great bunch to host. And it was real interesting to watch these professionals gather the necessary footage for a television production. I was able to find a real "mother lode" of caribou, consisting of approximately 40,000 caribou scattered about a 5 square mile area! I don't want to give away too many details of this great hunt, as we expect it to air on the OUTDOOR CHANNEL some time in 2003. Hopefully, it will air the first quarter of 2003. In the meantime, enjoy the pictures below showing the results, camp life and a little humor.
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ON THE PLANE TAIL....I'M CONFUSED! |
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TO TURN THE CAMERA ON....DUH! |
GUNS, SAVORING THE MOMENT |
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PLEASE STAND UP?? |
WALTER & I SHOT THE SAME BULL..... ONE WITH CAMERA, ONE WITH 580 GR BULLET! |
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TOO LATE IN THE EVENING TO GET FIELD PHOTOS. SHOULD HAVE GOOD VIDEO FOOTAGE FOR T.V. PROGRAM. |
IDAHO MUZZLELOADER MULE DEER
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WILL CONSIDER ALL OFFERS!! |
HERE WE GO AGAIN!! I couldn't have asked for better conditions for a muzzleloader mule deer hunt in Idaho. The season.......November 16-30.......The rut......in full gear (should have been anyway).......The weather......fresh snow and more falling! What more could I have asked for? How 'bout some bucks? How 'bout some mature bucks? How 'bout ANY buck!!? I was really excited about the prospects of this, my first hunt in the lower 48 in 2002. The only thing missing was the bucks! It was unbelievable. There simply wasn't a mature buck to be found. I had allowed the whole season, if necessary, in order to score on the buck of my choice. In 8 days of hunting from before daylight, until after dark, I saw a grand total of ONE mature buck!
The population of mature bucks in southeast Idaho simply doesn't exist. I was in denial as long as I could be. I know a bunch of my buddies in Idaho always complain about the lack of mature bucks these days. But, they generally hunt during the regular rifle season in October. Then, as a rule, as soon as the late muzzleloader and/or archery hunts open, the big boys show up. This was not the case this year. I knew southeast Idaho lost nearly the entire fawn crop last winter, due to the minus-30 degree temperatures that lingered for weeks. From my observations, they have also lost the older age class of bucks.
The three of us that hunted together, traded notes with all kinds of folks each evening.......residents and nonresidents. The story was the same from anyone we spoke with. Dan Montgomery, a well-known big game guide here in Alaska, hunted with me. He stayed through the entire season, and never had any luck. The mature bucks were simply not to be found.
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Pictured above is my faithful, reliable (most of the time) Suburban, GUS. I didn't name it Gus. It was named Gus when I bought it many years ago. Anyway, when I arrived into Pocatello late on the night of November 14, this camo paint job is what met me in the parking lot. I figured if I just didn't say anything about it that guilt would overcome the scoundrel that gave Gus the new paint job. Sure enough, a few days into my stay in Idaho, my farmer-buddy, Sid Cellan, called and asked how I liked my new paint job? Seems during the summer, Sid told his daughters to go to the shed, pick out any color of paint they could find, and give Gus a facelift. Oh well.......couldn't hurt the existing paint job any. And it covers some rust up as well. Of course, it's hard to be inconspicuous about my hunting, traveling up and down interstates with a Ted Nugent paint job! Amazingly, Gus reliably carried me over more than 5,200 miles during my 5-week jaunt to the lower 48! I did install a starter in Kansas, but, other than that, maintenance free. Heck, I only put 1,500 miles on my pickup in Alaska.........a YEAR!!
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The neatest part about my hunt to Idaho this year was the opportunity to share it with a long-time friend, Bob Perrenot. Bob and I have known one another longer than I care to admit! Since about the 3rd grade! We went to school together in Dallas, and used to hunt any chance we could get together. The last time I'd seen Bob was 30 YEARS AGO!! Wow! We had a great time re-living our younger days, and catching up on the past 30 years. Each night, after the days hunt, we got together in the motel room, and sounded like a couple of teenage girls! Bob brought a program guide from our 30-year class reunion. We used it to go through the list of people we'd gone to school with, and Bob updated me on what some of them were up to these days. Bob is quite a hunter himself, having traveled around the globe hunting numerous continents. Hopefully, we'll be able to meet again in the future on another hunt. With a little luck, we might be able to kill something!
WYOMING WHITETAIL DEER
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The eastern Wyoming whitetail tag I had in my pocket ended the same day the muzzleloader deer hunt in Idaho did, November 30. After 8 tough hunting days in Idaho, I chose to end that hunt, and travel to my friend's ranch in Wyoming. I felt confident that I could at least find a mature whitetail buck, if history repeated itself. HOWEVER! After several days of hunting in Wyoming, I found that the number of deer sighted, as well as the lack of mature bucks, was causing me to question this hunt as well. Of course, I saw bucks every day......just not the number of mature bucks I generally see. The entire west has been hit by severe drought conditions affecting not only the agricultural industry, but, the wildlife as well. Folks had standing corn that didn't produce enough to make it feasible to even harvest. I believe what mature bucks were hiding, were doing so in some of these uncut corn fields. Additionally, CRP fields that "normally" were knee-deep and higher, were down to mere inches in height. The deer usually seek refuge in the CRP. With the CRP grasses being so short this year, they simply weren't using these fields like "normal".
So after spending several days "assessing" my chances at a true trophy buck, I elected to recruit my rancher friend, Hoss, and his son, Wiley, to bird dog for me. So, on November 29, we traveled to another ranch 35 miles away, and spent the day "pushing brush" for deer. Hoss and Wiley did a good job of brushing for me.
They ran deer by me at every place we chose to try. However, no good bucks. I was feeling pretty dejected and felt this strategy would also be unproductive. Hoss told me to keep my spirits up, and he wanted to make our last push down along the river. Hoss is an avid coyote caller, and related that many times, after a long day of unsuccessful calling stands, the last one of the day quite frequently is the one that produces. So, it was off to the river for the last push of the day. Knowing the ranch a little better than Hoss and Wiley, I instructed them on where a good place to begin the drive would be. I positioned myself against a fence, watching upwind in the direction I expected the deer to come from. I hadn't been in position more than 2 minutes when a doe appeared about 70 yards in front of me. I placed my rifle in the crotch of my shooting sticks, expecting a buck to follow. What followed was another doe. So, I eased up, relaxing a bit. Then, the two does trotted right to left, followed by the buck above! Things happened fast! I knew he had horns, and was as good a buck as I'd seen. I threw my rifle up in time to just catch the buck disappearing behind a juniper, and snapped off a shot. Course, I missed him! Immediately, I made my way down the fenceline towards the river, hoping that the river would slow the deer and give me another chance. I came around the edge of the brush line, just in time to see the deer, and Hoss and Wiley breaking out of the brush they had been pushing. That's when it got wild and western!! The deer saw me in front of them, Hoss and Wiley behind them, and made a quick departure across the river! The river was only ankle deep (due to the drought), so it didn't slow them down much. I threw down on the buck trailing the does, and fired a shot at the speeding and splashing rascal. When the buck hit the brush on the opposite side, I fired another shot. The brush was so thick, it was hard to see clearly through my scope. I thought I'd seen the buck's feet go out from under him through the brush on the far side of the river. The river was 100 yards wide at this spot. Hoss and Wiley witnessed this deer rodeo of hooves, water and lead flying. Hoss told Wiley that he'd better go across the river with Bill and back him up, considering the trouble Bill is having with his shooting. I told Hoss that I believed the deer was dead on the other side of the river. Hoss was just taking cheap shots at me for giving him grief earlier in the day for missing an easy, broadside shot on a coyote at a mere 500 yards or so.
So Wiley and I made our way across the river to see what we could find. What we found was the dead buck pictured above. Best part of the whole ordeal was that the deer died less than 100 yards in front of my Suburban! No dragging across the river, through the woods, to grandmother's house we.........wait a minute! Upon closer inspection, not only had I hit the deer smoking across the river, but, I'd hit him again on the far side through the thick brush. I concede the fact that I missed him the first shot. It would have been too easy to have shot him just trotting across that opening, considering that it got so wild and western when he turned on the after burner! All in all, I was glad to take this buck, especially considering that this was the 14th day I'd been hunting, with nothing to show so far! He's a good buck, scoring right at 120 points, and has character.
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Pictured above are some great bucks Hoss, Wiley and Sadie shot this year on their ranch. Also, sitting on the cab of the flatbed is Gus, not to be mistaken with my Gus parked to the left. Besides being an avid hunter and trapper, Wiley is quite a rodeo hand. At 17, he represented the state of Nebraska at the High School National Finals Rodeo, held in Albequerqe, New Mexico, this past summer. Additionally, Wiley was the timed-event champion in the state of Nebraska, earning him the use of this horse trailer for a year, with the option to purchase it. Wiley competes in calf roping, steer wrestling, and team roping.
COLORADO LATE PLAINS DEER
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With the slow start I'd had in Idaho, and so-so buck in Wyoming, I began to think it was going to be a really LONG hunt in Colorado and Kansas. Since I'd never hunted deer in either state! Boy, did my luck change in Colorado. I was hunting a late plains hunt with the season running December 1-14. This was a rifle hunt for my choice of mule deer or whitetail. It took me 5 years to draw this tag under the preference point system Colorado has in place. My contact in Colorado was Roger Gordon, a great guy that has hunted caribou with us twice in the past. He is the fertilizer manager for the local co-op, raised there, and knows tons of landowners. Without permission to hunt all the private land in the area, you might as well not apply. Roger was great in that he handed me a map that was color-coded with numerous landowners he had acquired permission for me to hunt. The first day started slow. Roger was able to go with me for a couple of hours prior to attending church. Then, we met back up in the afternoon to finish the day with only 3 bucks being spotted. The second day, Roger and I sat in a harvested corn field and watched numerous bucks travel through the area on their way to bedding for the day. Roger left by 7:30 a.m. in order to attend some meeting. I hate it when work gets in the way.
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So, after Roger had to leave, I pulled out the color-coded map, and decided to go hunt the "orange" ranch. Not having a clue about any of the color-coded property Roger had highlighted, I figured it would be as good a choice as any. It was only the second day of the season. At approximately two in the afternoon, I spotted a group of 15 deer. They were making their way over a yucca cactus and sage-covered ridge towards me. After closer inspection through my spotting scope I noticed a good buck with them. There were also a couple of smaller bucks. The deer settled down and bedded on this low lying ridge. Every time the buck stood up and turned, or looked my way, he kept looking better and better. At around 4:00 p.m., I made the decision to try to shoot the buck. Then, my heart really started pounding. I propped the bipods up on my custom .338-300, snuggled into a bench-rest steady position, and waited for him to stand again. The rangefinder ranged the buck at 420 yards. While waiting for the buck to stand up for what I hoped was the last time, I began to second guess my shooting ability, remaining daylight, what I'd do in case I did miss, etc. Finally, around 4:30 p.m. the buck stood, quartering right to left. I put the first mil-dot down below the horizontal cross-hair just behind his shoulder and squeezed off a shot. At the sound of the shot, the herd of deer scattered up the hillside across the draw from where they were bedded. With the sun nearly directly in my face, I grabbed my binoculars in an effort to see if my buck was with them. He was not with them. I then looked up both finger draws that ran to the right, double checking to see if he had gone out the "back door". Still didn't see him. Due to the distance, I gathered up my Suburban and wiggled my way over to where I'd shot at the deer. Fifty yards below where the buck had been standing, was one dead deer, shot clean through the heart! I was elated!
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I always appreciate it when I'm able to make the packing job easier. Especially since most of my hunting is done alone, and don't generally have anyone to help me load a critter. Besides showing that I was able to get this close with my Suburban, there's a story with this picture. Look real closely at the rear of the front tire. You'll see my tripod. That's what I used to take these pictures with. Remember, I was by myself? Well, as daylight was fading, and me being in the middle of an unfamiliar ranch, I felt an urgency to get the deer loaded and head for where I thought there was a road to take me out. In my haste, I left my tripod right where you see it! The heck of it is......I didn't even miss it until I was in Kansas.........TEN DAYS LATER!! So, I did the only logical thing I could, and returned to the "scene of the Colorado crime" on December 15th to retrieve my tripod........still sitting in the position you see it here. I'm just glad I remembered where I had left it!
KANSAS MUZZLELOADER DEER
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It would be a HUGE understatement to say that my Kansas hunting experience was an education! WOW! I had never hunted deer in Kansas before. I only knew about the same well-deserved reputation that the rest of the country is familiar with.........huge mule deer and whitetail bucks! I purchased a landowner nonresident muzzleloader tag. This tag entitled me to shoot either mule deer or whitetail. My preference was a big mule deer.
Since I had scored on a great mule deer in Colorado on December 2, this gave me a chance to travel to Kansas on the 3rd and begin hunting right from the beginning of the season, December 4. I was very glad I had the entire season to hunt! It took me quite a while to learn the "rules of the game" in Kansas. I had made countless calls from Alaska securing permission to hunt nearly 500,000 acres of private ground. The vast majority of the landowners in Kansas were very hospitable and agreed to let me hunt. I quickly learned that their generousity also extended to ANYONE who asked permission. Therefore, I spent the first 8 days hunting unfamiliar country with hoards of other hunters. I certainly don't mind hunting where other hunters are........I just found it impossible to compete with rifle hunters blazing away at deer running 100 mph after having been chased for miles with vehicles! I've never seen anything like it before. The area I chose to hunt the first 8 days is broken up by a county road every section. In other words, every 640 acres was surrounded on all four sides by roads running north, south, east and west. The method of hunting I witnessed was find the deer, circle the wagons, trap the deer between you, and blaze away. This, more often than not, resulted in deer eventually smoking across a road in front of a hunter at warp speed, and the hunter blazing away before the deer was able to reach any cover! Try competing with that with a muzzleloader!!
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Before you think that the conditions were all for naught.........I was seeing some great bucks! The opening morning found me within 229 yards of a truly great, massive, wide and tall, mule deer. He was with a group of around 18 deer total. Because it was opening morning, and my inexperience with Kansas hunting, I elected to wait and see if the deer would make their way a little closer. Big mistake!! This group of deer made a hasty exit and were chased the rest of the morning for what I estimate was 10 miles. A resident did wind up shooting this buck the second day of the season. I never saw him after he had been shot. A couple of days later, with the help of a local Kansas resident, I took a shot at another very heavy mule deer buck. Unfortunately, I did not get this deer, and was unable to find him again. On the fifth day of the season, I decided to give the area I had been hunting a rest, and look for deer closer to the farm I was staying on. It seemed by the fifth day that the vehicular traffic had faded somewhat. As luck would have it, I happened to bump into a huge whitetail buck! However, this deer was smoking 100 mph as soon as he saw me. I attempted a running away shot at this buck. I was simply out of my league trying to connnect on a speeding deer with a muzzleloader shooting a 580-grain bullet at 1560 fps! As the frustration grew by each passing day, I came to the realization that one of two things had to happen..........Either I had to hire Jeff Gordon to drive for me, OR, I needed to move to another location that would offer a standing shot at an unmolested (read: not chased like hell with a vehicle) buck.
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THERE'S MORE COVER THAN IT LOOKS |
Enter Randy and Donella Younkin and Stacy Hoeme......I made a couple of phone calls to these landowners, explained to them my "challenge", and both landowners encouraged me to come hunt their places. Randy and Donella have 8,000 acres situated along the Smoky Hill River. Stacy has 23,000 acres situated downstream somewhat, also along the same river. WOW! No roads every mile! Best of all, a grand total of ONE deer had been taken off either place so far! Randy and Donella's hospitality went well beyond what I expected when they offered to let me stay in a fully-furnished mobile home located on the ranch. They live 14 miles from the ranch, and the nearest town was around 30 miles! I was in hunting hog haven!! The afternoon I arrived at the Younkin's ranch, Randy spent a couple of hours riding with me, showing me the fencelines, and pointing out where deer were normally seen. We saw a total of 11 BUCKS! And they weren't beating it out of there for the next county! We were able to drive up to totally unmolested deer. Now, that was a new twist to my Kansas hunting experience thus far. I wound up staying at the Younkin's ranch, only hunting it that evening and the next day until noon.
After noon, I met up with Stacy Hoeme at his ranch, located approximately 25 miles to the east. Stacy is an unbelievably successful big mule deer buck hunter! It's his passion. He was featured this past summer in EASTMAN'S BOWHUNTING JOURNAL showing numerous huge mule deer he's taken over the years. Of particular note was the NUMBER TWO Kansas typical mule deer with a bow! It scored 199 NET! This is truly a mega-monster mule deer! Minimum for Boone & Crockett is 190! I knew I would be in as good of hands as I could possibly hope for. Stacy knows big mule deer and loves to hunt them. Meeting with us at Stacy's ranch was Ron Kershner, friend and local taxidermist. Ron was the only other person to have taken a deer on Stacy's place prior to my arrival. Within 20 minutes of entering deer hunting mecca, we scared up 3 bucks. I thought one of them was a shooter, but, Ron and Stacy both said in unison that he was too thin in the horns. I figured they must know what they were talking about, so I left it up to the "experts". Well, as we bounced along watching these bucks make their way through a milo field, Stacy then decides to glass the buck, and told Ron that this wasn't the buck they thought it was. In fact, this was a buck that neither of them had seen to date. Stacy commented that he WAS a pretty good buck! Then asked if I'd like to try for him. DUH!! He was around 28-inches wide, 8 points on the left side, and 5 points on the right side, all of which grew off his main beam in "whitetail style". Add the better than average mass, and I'd be tickled to death with him! We watched the bucks disappear down a draw, surrounded by chalk bluffs. Stacy figured he knew where they'd hole up. We started our stalk afoot, and quickly learned that they did not stop in the first draw they entered. In fact, they'd picked up a fourth, bedded buck, and kept trucking. This fourth buck was the one that Ron and Stacy had mistaken "my" buck for when we first saw him.
After about an hour of peek-a-boo into many cuts and canyons, I spotted the deer at the bottom of the draw in front of us. I belly-crawled to the edge of the draw in time to see the bucks making their way out the other side. I sat down, propped my shooting sticks up, ranged the buck at 250 yards, and settled in for what "should" have been a killing shot. At the sound of the shot, the bullet struck the dirt level with his chest, and a foot out in front of him. My downfall? A 25 mph crosswind at 250 yards! I was already holding on the buck's butt, and needed to hold a foot off his butt. Of course, Stacy recorded all this on his video camera.
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Not wanting to chase this buck off the ranch, we elected to leave him and return the next day and try to relocate him. Such was not to be the next day. We found no sign of him. On Saturday, December 14, Stacy and I met at the ranch at the crack of dawn. While waiting for Stacy to arrive, I noticed a couple of "decent" whitetail bucks making their way into the river bottom. Stacy asked what I would like to do? I told him I'd like to look for a good whitetail the first couple of hours, followed by mule deer later in the day. We wound up spotting more than 30 WHITETAIL BUCKS! There was one group that had about 15 in it. Stacy had said that the buck to doe ratio on the ranch was 2:1. That's 2 BUCKS FOR EVERY DOE! I believe it after seeing what we did that morning. It wasn't long before I spotted the buck pictured here. He was making his way to his bedding area, and away from all the other bucks. We watched him bed down, and planned our stalk. He bedded in a spot that allowed us to use a bluff line to stay out of sight. And the wind was blowing from him to us. He even bedded down facing away from our approach. When I peeked my head over the spot we thought the buck could be seen from, he was still bedded, all droopy-eyed, and content. The rangefinder said he was 188 yards away. It was 10:30 a.m. Now all I needed him to do was stand up. I figured it wouldn't be too awfully long before he would stand, stretch and bed back down again. At 11:00, Stacy said he was going to return to the pickup and get his video camera, along with my grunt tube I'd left on the dash. At 11:30 the buck stood up, starting quartering to my left and paused. That was his fatal mistake. The Big-50 barked, the bullet striking him in the paunch and angling forward. The buck jumped, ran about 20 yards, and keeled over for good. I was really excited, ecstatic and RELIEVED........all at the same time! It was the 11th day of a 12-day deer season in a state I'd never hunted deer in before. WHEW! Unfortunately, Stacy was still 200 yards away with the video camera when I shot. I couldn't afford to let the buck walk out of sight, and potentially not find him again.
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Now here's the numbers on this great whitetail buck. He's 22 inches outside spread, and 19 inches inside. His gross score is 158 1/2 inches. That's including the fact that his G-3 on the right antler is 7 inches shorter than the right. Add that back into his score, and you're looking at 165 1/2 inches! ALSO, when you consider that his right main beam is an inch shorter than the left, and all the remaining points off his main beams are "broomed", there is an estimated 3-5 more inches of "what-if" points. Back when this deer was "whole", his gross B&C score was pushing 168-170 points!!!! Stacy told me he had this buck on video back when he was whole and his son was trying to shoot him with a bow! I hope to be able to see that footage.
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The above pictures show the location that my 580-grain HYDRA CON™ bullet wound up, and the subsequent retrieval of the bullet. It's VERY RARE that I have been able to recover one of these devastating bullets! This bullet entered through the left flank area and traveled forward, basically the length of the deer, and lodged just under his right shoulder. The internal damage was every bit what I expected from a bullet that I've used extensively and exclusively for many, many years. The recovered weight of my bullet was 305 grains!! That's after complete penetration, including the right shoulder blade!! If you are a muzzleloader hunter, and you are not using Bob Parker's HYDRA CON™ bullet, you simply are not getting the efficient kills you could be getting. These bullets are currently being used by some real "heavy-weights" in our industry. You can find these bullets showing up in many national outlets, including CABELA'S. Do yourself a favor, and get some of these bullets from Bob for your next muzzleloader hunt. You can view more information about their lineup by clicking here: PARKER PRODUCTIONS.
If you were to have asked me after the first eight days of hunting in Kansas, if I would return, there's no way I would have under the same circumstances, using the same weapon limitations. However, after the last three days, my answer is a resounding YES, I would like to return! It just took me eight days to learn the "rules of the game" and where to go and where not to go. I met some wonderful folks! As nice as anywhere you'll go. Including Stacy, Randy and Donella, there was John, Lisa, Delmar, Dan, Jim and many others I spoke with, but didn't get a chance to meet. And yes, Toto, there are some great bucks in the state of Kansas!!
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NEBRASKA MUZZLELOADER DEER
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You would think that after 4+ weeks of riding a hunter's emotional roller coaster in 4 different states, by this point I would have had enough!! NOT!! On my way out of Kansas the evening of December 14, I remembered that I didn't leave the Pocatello airport until the 19th, and that the Nebraska muzzleloader season was open. I ducked into the nearest public library, got on the internet, and purchased and printed out a Nebraska muzzleloading deer tag. I spent the night in Colorado the night of the 14th..........remember, I had to retrieve my tripod I'd left there 2 weeks earlier? Then, continued on to Nebraska on the 15th, in time to get an evening hunt in before dark. My "advantage" in Nebraska was I would be hunting a fellow's ranch I had hunted before, and was familiar with where to look. I didn't get a shot that first evening. Good thing since the wind was blowing 100 mph!! At least it felt like it! The next day, by 2:00 in the afternoon, I was able to sneak up on this buck. He was with a group of 18 deer, including a 3-point buck. The range was 186 yards, and the HYDRA CON bullet did everything expected of it, killing the buck in typical fashion.
I was very thankful to have been lucky enough to have hunted 5 different states, taking bucks in every state except Idaho. Ironically, taking the best two bucks in states I'd never hunted deer in before! By this time, I was ready to get home and squeeze my family, celebrate Christmas............oh, and start applying for 2003 hunts already!! I should have recharged my battery by then..........we'll see........
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OF MULE DEER KNOWN AS EBTA........ALSO REFERRED TO AS "EARS BIGGER THAN ANTLERS"! MAYBE THEY'RE NOT SO RARE AFTER ALL.... |
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