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Spent a week in Montana recently. Fished on the Flathead River behind the house we stayed in and floated the Flathead in a driftboat. Epic! Caught wild cutthroat, rainbows, maybe a bull trout but possibly a lake trout, and a hybrid of some sort. One of the highlights was an 18" kokanee my buddy caught behind the house. That was the only fish we kept and ate but it was delicious. Also caught my first fish on a fly rod.

Am i the only one struggling. I have tried different themes too. Sometimes i click unread content but then i cant find stuff i clicked on before. I then switch to activity and feellike i see the same chit over and over and over. I gave it a few weeks but either im a dip-chit or this new layout is 100% terrible for a user. Sorry had to vent

Check out our latest video on youtube, my wife had a muzzle loader coues deer tag this past year and got a opportunity at a awesome buck opening day. Brittany put our family in the triple digit club. Check it out! The Mountain Project

I was putting in my best effort to stalk in on a huge muley in a group of three this morning. Ground was too loud and they blew out from only 20-30 yards away, but before I saw them. All I get is a quick view of them as they cross windows in the Junipers. This happened two times, but I got a good look at him when at a distance and I am here to say, seeing something that big messes with your mind. It seems like it can't be real. One thing that is real, these old bucks sure know how to use use those junipers and they can turn you like a corkscrew.

“Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.”

I agree. I miss where topics just gray out after you read them instead of disappear.

I kind of like the big areas that don't allow motor vehicle travel, until I have to pack my elk out. It's the closure that makes it a better hunting area but the pack out much worse. A blessing and a curse. Last time I hunted 5B South I saw some signs at specified " no motorized wheeled vehicles". I happen to own a bulldozer and thought it would be fun to bring it along. I have 5B South myself this year again maybe we'll cross paths in the field. Good luck finding a spot for your father.

I have our swaro Ats 80 non-hd up for grabs. Very very good condition, objective and eye piece flawless, comes with all the original boxes. It has been great to us so far, and the glass is amazing. $1400, you wont be disappointed. Pm with offers.

Sounds like something that would happen in New River lol

I think it is safe to say my guys and I have guided successfully in this unit for many,many years! We've taken some of the largest rams taken in this unit, and our hunters have been 100% successful. If you are looking for professional help at a very reasonable price on this hunt, give me a call. Got great spotters who, like me, know this area very well. The hunt is booked for the entire season, so there is no rush to take a ram! The ram that Tom B got in 2010 was guided by AWO guide Dan Reed that day. The rest of the team were watching the herd from across the valley. I had pneumonia but helped pack it out before I ended up in the hospital. Here are some other 15B West rams we have taken in the past. 15B West is a tough unit,! Also in 2015 and 2916 we took HUGE rams in Unit 15D! References available!

Boy the wick on this candle is fricking long....

Headed out as soon as I get out of work today just for the weekend.

Take him quail and rabbit hunting between now and February. That will really help get him used to walking around in the woods and knowing what to look for.

First off... kudos to you. that's very cool of you to help foster this kids interest with partaking in the lifestyle. I grew up not being exposed to it, but a family friend took me out for the first time and tried to help me out. and the correct approach, with the hunters safety. thats even better. Try to instill the ethics right from the start.

Nice of you to try and help the kid. In the meantime take him out glassing sometime and i bet you will find some pigs.

This is how I feel too...And this is what Amanda needs to adress. I have heard this statement from several people. If its not easy and fun to scroll around and read, then people will go elsewhere.

I agree, I don’t like it either. I’m getting on here less and less.

I was using Avenza maps app on my phone last year and it worked pretty well. Just load the travel maps you need and and u can follow right along as you go and can see if the road ur on is open and what it’s open to.

Well, I'm going to follow the rules. I'll set my dad on some water that has been productive. My daughter has a tag with us also and is pumped so bottom line is we will put the miles on our boots if need be. Hey we have an early archery bull tag and we are going to have fun regardless. My daughter has 8 days to hunt and dad and I have the whole hunt so we should be able to get it done. Good luck everyone I hope everyone that has tags has a good hunt!

I wish they would close some more roads in my unit, other than making it tuff on your dad I would say your lucky .

Mountain bike and trailer.

15bw ram from 2000. hunted 11 days

Another January has come and gone, chasing coues deer with a bow around southeastern Arizona. I'm already planning eleven months ahead and imagining how it may go. I had so many plans for this year that just didn't happen, although I can't complain considering the way it turned out. There's always seems to be too much to hunt and never nearly enough time. Unfortunately, some of those canceled plans included hitting the hills with some great friends but I was fortunate enough to spend a little time in the field with my wonderful wife. She joined me on the first day of a three day backpack hunt. I had previously stashed water on the mountain, while accompanying my dad on a lion with my daughter along as well, always a pleasure. All in search of a big buck that barely escaped me last year, on January 1st. Unable to locate him again and having a failed stalk, on a different deer, behind me. I moved down my list of places to hunt. Due to an old neck injury flare up and a broken bow sight in December, I found myself going through the motions and wandering through the woods with a general lack of confidence. Since I wasn't able to shoot as much as normal. I did see some great bucks though and was elated the day I relocated a buck from two January's ago. A buck with split g2's, split g3's and as much gnarly character as I've ever seen. Another really awesome buck I spotted during a storm a couple days before finding my buck. Some great bucks for the future. My buck when I first saw him again this year. Back in 2016 when I stalked this buck, my friend Creed watched from just above a small saddle that overlooked the bowl. The wise old deer busted me well before shooting range and beelined it for the saddle next to Creed. He saw what was happening and hustled to reach a good position. They about ran into each other and both momentarily froze. After drawing on the buck, Creed responsibly refused to rush his shot and it was nothing but a close call. The deer took off and never slowed down until he was out of sight over a huge ridge, far to the northwest. From then on, I referred to him as the buck that Creed passed, always receiving a look and comment in return. Within a few minutes of studying him, this year, I had no doubt I had turned up the same old bruiser. He had lost quite a bit of tine length and body size but his frame with downward turned main beams was unmistakable. We reviewed some pictures and videos later and became more convinced of his identity, with the same color tail as well. So, this time he was about a mile away and the stalk to get around in good position would take hours through rough, thick country. I was pleasantly surprised as I reached my landmark above the draw he shared with a few does, when I immediately spotted him. I had plenty of time and the conditions were doable with extreme care to go slow and quiet. As I was moving forward, I noticed a doe to my right, staring at me. She wasted no time vacating straight towards my target and taking everything with her. I made it to 170 yards and then rushed the final stalk, dummy! A long discouraging walk back to my truck. After turning the place upside down, I couldn't believe my eyes nearly a week later. I watched the same buck disappear over a small rise, right at daylight. Moving into the next big canyon had the result I was hoping for but I had to dog trot up a long ridge to hopefully find him, yet again. I gasped for breath almost an hour later, while admiring my new perch. I could see everywhere he should be, I patiently sat right there for about the next ten hours convinced I'd turn him up any second. Every deer I saw was a heart rush to only be let down that it wasn't him. At least I witnessed some awesome rutting activity form there. I left most of my stuff behind and began the dark climb down, knowing I needed to return before daylight the next day. I felt some hesitation leaving my bow, binos, spotter and everything else for a lone night in the wild but didn't want myself getting lazy the next morning and settling for a lesser glassing position. Also I think it's funny that I left my lunch up there to eat the next day too, focusing on looking for my buck I completely forgot to eat it. Well, it's all about ups and downs and regardless of effort, the next day was a bust. My wheels were turning, I had to figure this out and make some decisions for the next day. Some bucks I saw while trying to relocate my buck. Still not knowing what to do, racing against time as the sky lit up, I moved up the familiar ravine towards multiple glassing options. I decided to move back west where I had originally saw him. It wasn't far for a rutting buck to cruise and it had been a couple days so who knew what else may show up. Agonizing over which spot was better, I finally started out of the ravine to my left. Climbing through the scrub oak and mesquites, doing my best to navigate correctly. I chose the more ideal spot to see more country vs. the better position to stalk from, once and if I had a deer spotted. After a slow morning, I finally spotted a couple does exactly where I had stalked him the week before. My heart took the abuse as I searched for his grand presence, no luck. Getting lost in my binos, I continued to scan. Holding my breath for a break, picking apart every shape. Suddenly, I couldn't have missed him. After having looked a dozen times, there he stood! I began to shake and did my best at a quick,hand held, phone video through my spotter. He was about 600 yards away but, I carefully packed up and snuck backwards out of sight. Knowing I'd be blind for at least thirty minutes I tried to hold a steady pace. Working down the backside of my hill, I reached the ravine and circled toward the other spot I had almost started at that morning. I would have been only 300 yards away and in a better position to begin my stalk, oh well. Stepping above the privacy of the thick cut, I realized he was where I had left him with a quick glance. Showing the patience of an old buck, with his doe a short distance away. I returned to the very bottom of my chosen traveling corridor and eased my way up, closing the distance. I would be below them but the wind was good and if anything, they were slowly working their way towards me, on the thick north facing slope. I checked my position by poking into view a few times and trying to see him again. A couple of the times I got no reassurance but continued on. One last check, a sky lined doe was about 200 yards up the hill and I heard several grunts! I picked out his rack through some mountain mahogany. After careful advance, I found myself in the brush with them. Things weren't really looking good but I had no good reason to believe they had left. With each small, slow step I dissected the vegetation through my binos. I found a doe nibbling the leaves off a scrub oak and my heart started racing. Around fifty yards and she had the same distinct white spots below her ears. This was it! Pounding hooves stole my attention as a doe raced up to my right, with a buck on her tail. She looked right at me and spun around, darting away. The buck remained oblivious as I could possibly have arrowed him. I looked back and the other doe seemed unbothered. She was coming down hill, closing the distance for me. She angled to my left and I picked up movement behind her. As she moved through a slight opening I ranged the best I could and hooked up my release. The movement was him! His rack was all I could see, literally. Floating above the shrubs ten feet behind his doe. I was drawn and hoping he didn't stop and look because there was no shot yet. To my dismay, he stopped in the opening. I split my 30 and 40, my bow jumped! I was waiting for that one thing to go wrong but knew it was over as my arrow disappeared in the sweet spot. Wow!!! All the emotions, hard work, pain, discomfort and everything else suddenly piled up and I thought I might collapse, I was exhausted. He was out of sight right away but I had no doubt he was laying a short distance away. I was standing no more than fifty yards from where Creed stood the day he "passed" this buck two years ago. Haha I found him right away, he had gone about forty yards. I was in disbelief and I still am. An old mature giant of the coues country, in my opinion. This deer was as much as thirty percent bigger bodied when we saw him before. With teeth worn down flat and some missing, I have no doubt he was near the end. Possibly may have been his last January anyway, had he slipped past me. Hopefully I have many more to come. This wouldn't have been possible without the support from my wife. I've said before, the amount of patience it takes to spot and stalk coues deer with a bow pales in comparison to the patients it takes to be married to me. Thanks for reading and good luck scouting!

Persistence paid off and i tagged this Coues Buck on January 31st at 12 yards. Enjoy & shoot straight.

Well the big man was shining down on us. My son was able to harvest his first archery buck at the age of 15. This is a buck I named "45" because he has 4 on one side with eye guard and 5 on his right side including eye guard. I had been watching this buck for months and it all came together for us.