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Published by Benchleg01 on 21 Aug 2008

“Murphy’s” first Archery Elk


It was still dark when I softly closed the door on my old beater nissan pick-up truck and started up towards the ridge above me, the fog was so thick that I had only about twenty yards visibility. I had bedded down a monster bull (7×7) on the back side of the ridge the previous night, and was hoping to find him this morning. I was “still hunting” my way up through the middle of a two year old clear cut, and as luck would have it, my Ol’ pal “Murphy” was hunting with me.

I had not gone more than one hundred yards up the clear cut when I heard a noise off to my right, I slowly hunkered down and looked over my right shoulder, I could just barely make out through the fog, two Cow Elk at twenty yards and they were looking right at me. I slowly faced forward again and as the fog rose I could see another Elk directly in front of me, I pulled up my range finder and ranged him at seventy yards,  (25 yards beyond my comfort zone) it was a 5×5 bull, Not the monarch of the forest I had bedded down the night before, none the less he was a respectable “Freezer Pet” for a meat hunter like myself.

The fog was lifting fast now and I could see that there were Cow Elk all around me, I had sneaked right into the middle of his harem and he was not sure what to do about it. The “Lead Cow” was not sure what was going on either but she did not want any part of it, she turned an trotted directly past the Bull, headed for the timber line gathering the rest of his Cows as she went. I had not moved a muscle after rangeing the Bull, and I watched them as they hit the edge of the timber, and instead of dissapearing into the thick reprod, they turned, went up the ridge line, and bedded down on a small knoll just below the top. Three of the bedded Cows were positioned such, that they could cover every approach from below.

I very slowly backed out the way I had come in, this satellite bull and his harem were now bedded between me and the Ol’ Monarch bull; it was time for a new game plan. After about ten seconds of extensive and extremely agonizing soul searching, I decided that a “Rag Horn” in the freezer is better than a “Monarch” in the bush, and on the bright side….I can always horn hunt next year.

With Murphy hunting the same bunch of elk that I was, I did not feel comfortable attempting to stalk them up the middle of the clear cut; too many eyes to observe me. By the same token, the reprod was only about 25′ tall and thicker than the fleas on a dogs back, also not a good choice. After studying the approach very carefully through my binoculars, I finally decided to sneak up the edge of the timber line on the South side of the clear cut, using the stumps and root wads as cover.

Two of the Cows were looking my direction initially, I had to wait untill both were looking elsewhere before I could cross the open ground of the fire break to the saftey of the first stump. After that it was just a matter of moving quietly from stump to root wad to snag when they were not looking. After two hours and approximately 800 yards I was pinned down in a position directly below the the knoll the Elk were bedded down on, I was a little nervous as there was a 40 yard stretch of ground with no cover in front of me and I could only see two of the Cows.

I was trying to decide how to proceed when the Cow directly above me stood up, I ducked back down behind the root wad thinking that I had been busted. The fog was still moving in and out sporadically and what slight breeze there was was in my favor, as it was still fairly cool and the thermals were moving downhill. I peeked around the root wad in time to see that the Cow above me was gone and the other was just vanishing around the back of the snag that she had been bedded down at.

It was now or never; I crossed the stretch of open ground to an old snag that had been pushed over and left lying at the edge of what I took to be a small bench. I dropped my pack, removed the quiver from my bow, took out two arrows, knocked a muzzy 100 grain 3 blade broadhead, set my Parker Hunter Mag beside me at the ready and began to scan everything in front of me with my range finder.

I heard noise from above me and to me left, I set my range finder down on my pack, and peeked out around the left side of the root wad. It truly does not get any better than this; the Elk had dropped down around the timber side of the knoll, The Bull was leading the way and he would pass directly in front of and about 30 feet above me at approximately 40 yards.

I quietly slithered back over and picked up my bow; I came to full draw while still on my knees and hunkered down behind the log. When I heard the Elk passing directly in front of me, I slowly raised up bringing my bow to shooting position in the same fluidly smooth motion, I was in perfect form, my sight pin tucked in low and tight behind the front shoulder with a perfect, slightly quartering away broadside shot. Enter “Uncle Murphy”. It was a cow Elk filling my sight picture and not the Bull. They had traded places after I had ducked down.

The 5×5 Bull was about two paces behind the Cow and quartering to me, not a shot that I would take. I had a decision to make and not a lot of time to make it. I could wait, and hope that the Bull would take a couple of steps and give me a broadside shot before the Cow came to her senses and bolted, or I could flex my shoulder muscles and put this freezer pet where it belongs, in the freezer!

Just before I heard the Cow give her alarm “bark”, I recalled the words of my late father. “Horn soup don’t stick to your ribs the way Backstrap does”. So I flexed my shoulder muscles and sent out a dinner invitation, in the form of a Beman 340 ICS Hunter, and she graciously accepted my invitation with no reservations.

They would not leave after the shot ! they would not leave after the shot.

Its almost like he can not believe that he is still alive.

She dropped where she stood, and rolled down to me.

She dropped where she stood, and rolled down to me.

The Moral of this story is, If you are going to hunt with “Murphy”, you have to be prepared to change plans in mid stream without losing your game.

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Published by Benchleg01 on 17 Aug 2008

My first Archery Elk


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Published by NTYMADATER on 16 Aug 2008

Non-typical hunting story

Non-Typical Hunting Story


It was November 17, 2007 the first day of Virginia’s firearms deer season; however, instead of carrying a rifle I had my bow.  This would be the first year I decided to hunt with a bow exclusively.   I was in my favorite tree stand situated in a perfect funnel.  It’s a small strip of timber about 60 yards wide bordered by a river to the south and a large open field to the north.  It connects a bedding area to the east and a stand of white oaks to the west.  Since my stand is in the middle of the funnel every deer that comes through will pass within bow range of my stand.   Thanks to my Mossy Oak camouflage a deer has never seen me in this stand.  At least not until it was too late.

This particular morning I had a north wind so I used my hip boots to wade the river coming in from the south thus keeping the wind in my face.  I was situated in my stand one hour before sunrise in order to let the woods settle down from any disturbance I made coming in.  Several deer passed by in the darkness unaware of my presence.  The way this stand is situated it is practically windproof.  Especially with the upward pull of the morning thermals.  I have hunted this stand for several years and I have never been winded.  I can thank ScentBlocker to some extent but knowing how to use wind direction and thermals is also an important role in staying undetected by a whitetails keen sense of smell.  Thermals can best be defined as the movement of air as it is heated or cooled.  In the morning air is being heated and it rises.  The opposite happens at sundown.  The air is cooled and it is pushed down.

When it finally got light enough to see several doe groups started to file past my stand.  There was also a young fork horn and a six pointer that ambled by.  I almost picked up my bow when a nice 8 pointer came by but I was waiting on one particular buck that I had been hunting for 3 years.  The first time I saw him was as a 3 year old 10 pointer.  Over the next couple of years he added more mass and several sticker points.  I had only seen him with my own eyes 2 times in 3 years.  Every spring I would question all the local farmers to see if they had seen “my deer”.  Everyone knew him because he was the biggest deer around. 

Around eleven o’clock the action started to slow down.  I relaxed a little and started to think about what I had packed for lunch.  Then I caught movement coming from the east.  I immediately got my binoculars up and tried to find the source.  It was a deer a big deer by itself coming my way with its head down.  I never actually saw his rack but I knew it had to be “my buck”.  So I stood up and prepared to make the shot.  If he continued on his present course he would come by my stand at 20 yards.  He was on a trail that had given me several shot opportunities over the years.  As he disappeared into a cutout I knew the next time I saw him he would be within bow range.  It seemed like it took forever for him to close the last 50 yards but the woods were quiet and the leaves were dry so I could hear him coming.  I actually thought why is he making so much noise.  He was moving slow very slow for some reason. 

When his head finally popped up over the bank my heart sank.  It was a doe.  Then I saw why she had been making so much noise and moving so slowly.  She was dragging her left back leg.  She had apparently been wounded.  Of course when I saw this it was obvious that I was going to take a shot.  My heart started to race again. When her head disappeared behind a bush I drew my bow.  She cleared the bush and paused for a second to rest.  Looking through my Red Hawk peep I settled my 20 yard pin behind the front shoulder and squeezed the trigger.  I watched as the Slick Trick tipped Easton disappeared right where I was aiming.  You would be surprised how fast a mature deer with a wounded leg can move especially after a double lung hit.  I watched as she ran down the hill and expired. 

I sat back down and waited thirty minutes expecting someone to come by trailing a wounded deer.  I was hoping it was a young kid looking for his or her first deer.  It wasn’t exactly how I had imagined the day would end but it was still rewarding especially if I had allowed a youngster to find their first deer.  After climbing down and finding my arrow I followed the blood trail even though I had seen the deer fall.  As I rolled the deer over and prepared to field dress her I realized why no one had showed up.  The wound wasn’t from a bullet.  She had clearly been hit by a car.  I could still take solace knowing I had ended what was sure to be a long painful death.

I never did see “my buck” but there is always next year.

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Published by Sr_Egor on 15 Aug 2008

…One Good Buck…

…One Good Buck…


…click was all I heard as the buck slipped behind a cedar and vanished into the hillside.   My heart sank to my gut as the realization set in:  I had just missed my last opportunity of the season to harvest a deer, a really nice deer, a personal best.  Not a monster, but a, heavy mature 7 point, and some meat on the table none the less… 


My Grandpa Rogers had hunted the majority of his life.  His passion for hunting was passed down to his sons, and my father passed his love for the outdoors down to me.  Grandpa had harvested many deer in his lifetime, probably only bucks; he was an “old school” hunter.  We lost our lease in the late 80’s.  We did not hunt whitetail for almost a decade, until my uncle purchased some land on the southwest edge of the Texas Hill Country in 1999.  Grandpa was getting up in years so the first order of business was to find a spot close to camp for him to hunt.  We picked a site at the bottom of a gently sloping hill that had a trail back to camp and more importantly a short walk.  We appropriately named the spot Grandpa’s Blind, although the blind was still lacking.

The first two years we slept in a tent and sleeping bags.  He was always cold so he did not go out much, if at all.  The next season we upgraded to a trailer.  Grandpa was able to stay warm at night, maybe a little too warm.  It seemed he would rather stay warm and cozy in bed than get up for the morning hunt.  One bitter December morning I asked, “Grandpa, you goin’ out?”  As I glanced over at him, all I could see was his blaze orange knit hat sticking out from the covers.  A few minutes had passed when he poked his head out and said, “Son, I don’t think I have many hunts left in me”.  “Surely you have one good buck left in you Grandpa,” I replied.  He let out a disagreeing, “Yeah,” and sank beneath the covers leaving only that blaze orange hat exposed.  I headed out to Grandpa’s Blind that morning without putting too much thought into our brief conversation.  We had a little ground blind set up overlooking a feeder about 90 yards away.  Grandpa’s Blind was pretty active that morning.  The frigid air had the deer up early moving around.  I watched several doe travel down the hillside to the feeder.  They seemed to dawdle around graze in and out of the cedars.  Due to the cold and lack of a gun rest, I would watch them through the scope for a few seconds at a time then put the gun back down to warm up my hands.  As I was peering through the scope, I unexpectedly spotted another set of legs beneath the cedars.  Minute after minute after minute went by, finally a hearty old buck hastily made his way from behind the cedar.  I knew I would have only a few seconds to react.  I steadied the gun, with an unsteady hand, against a trembling shoulder, with a shaky elbow on a wobbly knee.  Finally I zeroed in on that little spot just behind the front leg …inhale…exhale…squeeze…click…

By the time I realized what happened and my thumb reached the safety, all that was exposed were the hind quarters.  I briefly contemplated shooting through the cedar, but that idea was quickly expelled.  The wise buck was able to slink off just as craftily as he came in.

                A few weeks later Grandpa made it to his blind and harvested a mature, main frame 8 point, with the G2 broke off near the main beam.  I was not at the ranch that weekend, but when the mount came back from the taxidermist I recognized that distinguished old buck immediately.  It was the same buck I encountered that chilly December morning at Grandpa’s Blind.  Grandpa passed a few years later, without harvesting another animal.  Sitting on the front pew of Grandpa’s memorial service, our conversation hit me like a load of 00 buck shot.  What I once perceived as a missed opportunity, in retrospect, became one of my most memorable hunts:

I had the pleasure of missing Grandpa’s last buck.

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Published by atm7819 on 15 Aug 2008


“Wow!”  As the sun begins to light up the early morning sky I scan the field in front of me for the big buck that I am expecting.  I know where he feeds, where he sleeps, when he travels, and every inch of his massive rack.  Unfortunately, this has not helped me so far this season.  I have passed on several nice bucks waiting for him.  Today, on the last morning of archery season will probably be my last chance.  All the hours of work and preparation have lead me here, to this spot, to this moment, to him.  Suddenly, I catch some movement at the edge of the field to the left of my stand.  The wind is perfect and somehow I know it is him.  I reach for my bow without even seeing him.  No need for a rangefinder.  I have played this moment out in my mind a thousand times.  I know where he will head, I know where he will stop, and the yardage is ingrained in my mind.  Turning my attention back to the field, I panic.  He is moving too fast.  At this rate he will pass through my shooting lane within 10 seconds.  I attach my release and raise my bow.  Suddenly he stops.  I have seen this image in my mind every night for the last year.  Every scouting trip, every seed planted, every morning or evening in the stand has been for this shot.  Miraculously he is standing in the exact spot I had envisioned, twenty-five yards, quartering away.  He seems to be waiting for me to take the shot.  Thwaak!  The arrow flies true and he goes down before he crosses the field.  “Wow!”  At this moment, everything slows down and I am able to feel His presence.  I begin to realize that this as close to Heaven on earth for me as I can imagine.  God touches people in different ways.  He is able to “personalize” our blessings.  He knows me and He knows you.  Every time in my life that I have had one of those “wow” moments, He was there.  It could be something as simple as catching a bass, hearing a turkey gobble, or making a perfect shot on a monster whitetail.  It could be something incredible like making that first eye contact with the woman you will someday marry or the first time you hold your newborn baby in your arms.  Our God blesses us everyday of our lives.  Sometimes we just have to slow down enough to realize it.  “Wow!”

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Published by kbrando on 15 Aug 2008


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