Reevaluating My Priorities
September 29, 2012
I live, breathe, and dream archery.
I live, breathe, and dream archery. Opening weekend for elk found me with three days off work, looking through optics at several nice bulls, focusing on a huge 6×8. So why was my bow still in the garage…and why was I eight hours from my hunting haunts wearing jeans and a t-shirt? Continue reading
August 31, 2012
I wrote this in 2012 and it was published in Eastmans’ Bowhunting Journal!
Whoever coined the phrase, “Third time’s the charm,” never spot and stalked public land pronghorn with a bow! 2011 was my first year hunting speed-goats, and they very quickly humbled me as an archer. Luck more than skill led to my arrow connecting with a buck that fall. Continue reading
It was my deer year. At least that’s what I told people. I’d spent several years reading, researching, absorbing advice from my mulie-savvy friend, and hunting a lot of country. With a good tag in my pocket for 2016, I made it my goal to shoot my first mature public land mule deer (4.5+ years old), or eat my tag trying. To help make it happen, I intended to shoot the first branch antler bull I got a shot at with my bow. Eight or nine miles into a 14 mile day on my first bowhunt of the year resulted in a 40 yard double lung pass through on a raghorn; it was only September 2nd, and my bull tag was notched.
All in One
September 2, 2016
2016 Archery Bull
So much anticipation precedes the first hunt of the year. In fact, a person usually has such a hard time sleeping that they are up well before their alarm. This was the case for me…until I fell back asleep and woke up 40 minutes late because my alarm wasn’t loud enough. It’s a good thing I had packed everything the night before because I went into near panic mode getting ready and out the door. When I’m hunting, I loathe tardiness.
September 24, 2016
I said I wasn’t going to worry about shooting my pronghorn until after deer season. I’ve learned I don’t multitask too well and wanted to dedicate my hunting time to deer. To force the idea, my gun was still stowed and it’s zero unchecked when opening day for pronghorn arrived. A couple days into that season, we were taking a family drive with the old Land Cruiser on some new trails when I spotted two nice bucks. The first one was real nice with the second being runner up. I immediately kicked myself for being unarmed.