Here’s the way we looked about 11 years ago at the Youth Day event.
Hunted again with Rocky and Lorell Heckman of Montana Safaris. Modified the hunt this season. Spent most of the time camped in a spike camp on the continental divide, guided by Rocky and Lorell’s son Coulter.
The change put us in the middle of our hunting territory at the start of each day. We used our horses to get around for the most part, but hunted out of camp on day two.
Here’s the gist of the story.
Day one, Rich misses a cow elk at 200 yards. With a herd of 30 elk, no bulls, passing through a burn at 200 yards, I got prone and shot at one of the herd. Looks like I never touched any of them leading my guide, Coulter, to theorize that I must have hit a tree. In any event, it was a clean miss.
On day two we hunted out of camp and saw no legal game animals, but we did find two grizzly bears about 160 yards from the trail and 200 yards from camp. Got a couple pretty good pics.
Day three produced one of the most exciting days of deer hunting ever. After I missed three times, we followed a buck estimated by Coulter to be about 27 inches wide. We caught up with him twice during the day. The first time we caught up with him I buried a bullet in a tree on my fourth shot and plain missed him running on my fifth.
When we caught up him and his doe companion, the 320 yard shot was nearly impossible in fifty mile an hour winds, so we tried to get closer, but failed. By then it was getting dark. We rode to camp in twilight.
On day four we found the herd of cow elk again, but couldn’t find a way to get close enough for a shot.
Day five and six produced some opportunities at deer, but nothing that we were looking for. That’s hunting.
In all, the group had sightings of wolf, grizzly, black bear, elk, moose and mule deer. We observed many tracks of these species and also the track of a wolverine. This wilderness area is about as wild as it gets in the lower 48.
As a large winter storm approached at the end of the hunt, large flocks of migrating geese and swans could be heard above us. Winter came in as we departed.
When I climbed into my cab to head to the airport on my last morning in Montana, the temperature was nine below zero, Fahrenheit.
Giants fans have been blessed with great baseball the last few years. And, once again this year, baseball graced the duck hunting. On Saturday my son-in-law Brett Kelly joined me for a duck hunt at the Kerry Club in the grasslands.
Because he had to work late and also because it appeared that the weather might make a late day hunt work out, we left home late and had breakfast along the way. It was about 11 AM by the time we reached the blind. Most of the hunters had already killed their ducks and headed out, but three blinds were still active.
The hunting was terrific. And, when the game started we tuned in for a great Giant victory. We came home with our sprig, a few teal and a couple spoonies. In addition we stopped for a steak dinner and watched most of the remainder of the game, which featured a great comeback victory.
Brett snapped this photo of me and Lola on the way back from retrieving a sprig that sailed a ways in the wind.
Earlier I took a shot of Brett with some of his ducks.
Large flocks of pintail circled us all afternoon. The stiff wind made shooting a challenge, but we got our birds.
Tomorrow will be the last day of baseball in 2014 and Giant fans have been blessed with maximum baseball. What good fortune. Win or lose tomorrow it has been a great ride.
In the 1851 census William and Sarah were recorded living in Newton Street, with 2 daughters, Julia & Elizabeth. In the 1861 census they lived in Steelhouse Lane, and had added 4 sons, William (b.1853), Thomas James (b.1857), Albert (b.1859) and Frank (b.1860). William described himself as a gun and pistol maker. The 1871 census records William living at Holte House, Aston Village, (now under the Aston Villa football ground) with Sarah, Julia, William, Thomas, Albert and Frank. On 9 December 1887 F (Frank ?) Cashmore and T Bland patented a rotating block striker mechanism for four barrelled guns (No. 16969).
How does a deer get trapped on the wrong side of a vineyards fence? And, what happens to that deer when it can’t get out.
A large gate along Arroyo Road in Livermore, at Wente Vineyards near the VA hospital is usually shut when I drive by, but apparently this buck managed to sneak through and become trapped inside the fence which is supposed to keep deer away from the grapes and the Golf Course.
Might be nice if they would install a one-way escape gate. There is such a thing.
There are many versions. Here’s one.
We had the mountains to ourselves and they were great. The mules produced the best trail riding of my pack-in career. The company was superb. My new EL10X42 Swarovski Optik field glasses were all they were supposed to be.
However, the mule deer bucks did not cooperate. I saw three legal bucks in six days of hunting. After the first three days produced poor results by the traditional spot and stalk method, we switched to still hunting, which is my favorite way to hunt.
However, the results were the same. Came within 20 yards of one buck and we suspected he was there, but he busted loose and disappeared in a flash. He was gone so fast that I couldn’t have touched him with bird shot in my Beretta O/U 12 guage.
Got some nice photos, but no venison.
I sincerely could not have had a better time, even if I’d killed a big buck. Next time I draw a Nevada muzzleloader tag, I won’t hunt until after the 20th of September. The weather and moon phase are better later in the month and I’m convinced that it had a lot to do with our inability to locate bucks, which didn’t show themselves during the day.
On a recent road trip to Oregon and Idaho, I came upon white-tailed deer in both states.
In Oregon, west of Portland, Columbia white-tailed deer were present on a duck club I was viewing. Managed to photograph several, but the conditions were not great for photography. Here is a picture of a whitetail doe.
The Columbia white-tailed deer is a threatened species and is protected in northern Oregon. No hunting is allowed, but in southern Oregon, there is limited opportunity to hunt them.
On Monday, Linda and I arrived at a friend’s home near Riggins, Idaho. While leaving on Tuesday, a few whitetails were caught out in the open. This whitetail buck stopped and posed.
Two species of Western white-tailed deer, a long-weekend double.