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I got it done. 1 shot and done... Awesome hunt!!!!

This is how we role when I am NOT cooking...

3,755 yft dock totals for today. includes 2-3 day trips docking up today. way better eatin' than doves. lee

Here’s a unique easy meal. poached egg in sockarooni spread over a precooked frozen breaded chicken breast.

Went out the other day solo and shot this nice bore. Shot was like 250 yards and saw him run into some thick brush. I worked my way over to try find him and after looking for a bit I wasn’t doing any good. It started to get dark so had to make a few phone calls to have some buddies to come out to help track and pack out. He only went about 40-50 yards in to some thick stuff. Looking for a bear at night by myself was a little sketchy so I’m glad I have some good friends that came out and helped.

Anymore I’ll cook like I do at home. Last deer season we had spaghetti, burgers, steak, game hens, oh and fresh tenderloin and back strap twice 😁

Great boots, have them and I love them bump for you sir

Thousands and thousands flying over the farm and mostly white wings. Can’t wait.

Or we could just realized in a country of 340 million people this is a new reality with the way our society is today and the actual percentage of people that are being afflicted by such craziness is such a small number that it is not a possibility to control. With prescription drugs and illegal drugs as prevalent as they are in the society and with social media as it is it is inevitable to have a few crazies a year. Many more people die in car accidents do we just get rid of cars? Many more people die of alcohol abuse should we get rid of that. Many more people die of domestic violence should we do away with marriage and relationships? An exponential number more die of suicide every year. How do we stop that? This is the problem when you try to regulate everything it is impossible. Let life be what it is and do the best we can without infringing on everyone else.

My body finally stopped hurting enough to type. Short story 27 days hunting two bull bison seen on the last day. Long story Checking my cc when I saw the spring cards getting hit. I saw the typical nothing, a week later for s&g I check my points and then I see I was drawn after a few cards were declined. I literally lose my breath for a moment. I immediately start googling everything, watch every video on youtube and post something about getting drawn and get some big time help from a couple of CWT members WHTMTNHNTR, Tom and Chewy. I spend the months talking, practicing with my bow and talking to the guys who previously had the hunt. After talking to about 20 previous hunters I discover a theme about the politics of the situation. 18 essentially said the same thing and two had glowing reviews of Jacoby. I decide not to play and go away from the group always being respectful to the group but doing my own thing. First weekend (5 days) I run into a giant wall of snow and that doesn't allow me to get much past Jakob Lake. I decide to try Saddle Mtn Wilderness. Saturday morning just before dawn I am just waking up I hear a clop of a bovine animal 30 yards from where I sleep, I grab my flashlight and see a smaller bison escaping up the hill next to my truck. Nothing interesting happened for the rest of the time except for stopping at Lee's Ferry for the first time and catching a few trout. Two weeks later I go for 3 days I get within 3 miles of the traditional area and see my first bison sign at some far off point. getting stuck and nearly getting in a fight with some californians that rented some pretty cool razors and were driving like they stole them was the highlight May 10th , nine days, My brother and step dad come and we stay at big springs cabins. Finally get to a marginal area stina point and timp point. Lots of sitting no bison. Me and my brother decide to look around a bit and meet some other hunters and discover the main guide does not like people on his trail cams. My brother took it as a personal challenge and the next camera he saw he started using his Fortnite Repertoire and did the "orange justice" than the "carlton" and finished off the day with a "Dab" We meet a couple of other hunters and they suggest the loser dance and I go retro with MC Hammers U cant touch this. Snow is still much to hunt anything but the three mile stretch that the majority of hunters are in, I do my best to stay away from them. Jacoby very likely has 80 salts with cameras so it is very hard to leave his grasp. The week ends drinking Bacanora with a couple of turkey hunters from Chihuahua and a retired game california game warden telling hunting stories and looking at successes on each others phones. It was a good evening. The final week I go solo (10 days). I head to the nameless point where we cut some fresh tracks and I left a salt and a camera. Nothing. I check the other eight cameras I left out there and nothing. I learn that the only thing I missed for the week was more snow. Total one Bison was seen for the all of the group of hunters and it was still deciding its gender. Sitting there thinking and watching the same piece of salt for a few days I decided if I am going to fail, I will fail the way I am best hunting. Thick cover stillhunting. I go to the deepest canyon I can find and find one of the super special areas that one of the paying clients is in. I leave shaking my head in frustration. Friday comes around and I hear three gunshots, for the first time its warm enough not to wear jacket. Later I learn, a gentlemen I met at Arizona Archery Club filled his tag deservedly. Saturday I hear four more shots but no reports of any more bison taken, first day without rain or snow. Last day, I am resound to the fact I will not fill my tag and tell my wife I am leaving around noon. the voices in my head are telling me to go by the park entrance which I do. (you will hear voices in your head too if when you go ten days solo) I wake early and pass the groups meeting place an hour before there scheduled meeting time. I get to dirt tank 1 about the time the remaining hunters are getting to their group session and for the first time in the morning I leave my bow in the truck (packed to go home) and take my WW2 model 70 instead. I work my way to the southeast corner of the small field and then I see a brown head pop up and ram another brown head. For a second I think I am watching a couple of bears fighting, then I realize they are not bears. The fight is going on for several seconds as I am just realizing what I am watching. All of the videos and studying is kicking in and I start figuring out if they are male or female. The vitals are out of sight but there eyes and horns have me pinned. I drop to my stomach and crawl to a flatter area. they stop fighting and it looks they are going to leave when they turn and head to the flat part of the field. The closest bull is about 60 yards and the farther one is about 80. after 27 days i no longer care about which one is bigger and am waiting to see the penis sheath to confirm sex and a broadside shot. the one at 80 obliges. I place the crosshair on his heart and squeeze. He buckles and starts jogging I place two more shots in the lungs in a few seconds. the bull stops and place my last shot and last bullet for that matter in him and he drops and is down within 45 seconds of my first shot. This is where the pain begins I get my truck 248 yards from the bison on snowy road. I take pictures and take my pack. I start about 545 and put the last piece in my truck around 300. It was the second and final bison taken out of 25 tags. This is also my eighth big game species of the big 10 all of them solo, seven with my bow.

This for all those times you forgot or even lost your Hunting/Fishing License or just want to have a backup license Take a picture of it on your phone !. That way if it gets lost in the field or misplaced or forgotten at home - or what ever reason - you have a copy with you I can't see where this wouldn't be accepted by any normal Warden / Game and Fish Officer in the field ! It is proof you have a license - most hunters carry a phone everywhere anyway- theses days What's your thoughts ? I've used this method to send documents before as I don't have a scanner / fax machine at home . most States specify you must carry a license with you in the field

So.... let me straight: The Fed allows states to pass laws that violate federal law, like "medical" pot. Then the Fed sues Arizona for passing a law to enforce the Federal immigration laws. I really have to wonder how the US became a world power, but I'm sure that our time is running out. Mark

2018 Model Year configuration and pricing. American made Dexter axles. Black Exterior Color (per LTF). Sand Pad for Jack. 4 Wall ties, 4 Surface mount floor ties, Upgrade to 3/8 inch walls, Upgrade to Radial Tires, Interior mount, ATP Fenders. Silver Mod Wheels in lieu of White Mod Wheels Conversation to a camper, two sliding windows, an tv door and lock. With a spare tire and tool box. $5,000 obo

It was a $279.00 rifle, but he should have meet up.

heck of a selfie stick

I keep getting pics from my buddy who is a game warden. Apparently not many locals have the tag this year so some of his friends keep sending him pics to share with me. It’s getting hard to focus at work with these coming in. Some more Teton River bulls from last year. A bull he checked in from my unit last year. He saw this bull the other day. Bonus points for being close to the road. And this one came from one of his buddies while I was brushing my teeth. Now I have to clean the bathroom mirror.

Sadly it's true. This year has shocked me. Not so much the long range guys or the spot and stalk folks, it's the houndsmen this year. Part of why we use Hounds (or what we all say) is so you can properly identify sex, make sure sows are dry, and have the option to release if it isnt big. I've seen some "big name" hound guys letting people kill bears you could throw in a fanny pack. Sad. Defeats the purpose of having Hounds and makes everyone who drives a hound truck look the same to non hound hunters. I've released giants before, I dont care to kill them. Someday I might, I have hounds to watch them work. Sadly it's become a money game for too many people.

I promised my buddy I would wait to go after a buck until he got here today. Therefore yesterday I hunted my doe unit all day. I made 6 different stalks yesterday. I was able to get within 80 yards of Bucks each time. On the several different stalks I got under within 30 yards of bucks. Unfortunately the does were always just past my effective range or would spook when I drew back. It was a really fun day. The pics are from two different stalks. The does are at 125 yards. Now day 2 begins. It's Buck time...

We’ve been blessed, but we also do a lot of research and play the numbers. I am fortunate to have a lifetime license in ID this getting me resident odds on two states. Combined with my son Hunter’s eligibility for donated tags, we usually have something to look forward to. We are grateful for every opportunity and love sharing them with everyone. I still wish I had luck like Rossislider though 😀

Probably some resident deer there. Its pretty low country. Better up top early.

10 is a tough age to start on a primo tag. Hate to say it. Taylor had a 12AE tag when she was 13, and even then, it was tough. We saw plenty of deer, and some real toads even. But getting in a good position, with a good rest, and cooperation from the bucks was very difficult. Had some opportunities, but nothing we could actually call a legitimate realistic chance. Thought we had it in the bag a few times, but one little thing would mess it up. The buck played cat and mouse, behind a tree, would not stop, turned the wrong way, doe in front or behind, never stopped walking, stopped facing away, etc. After 9 grueling days, she was spent. No buck in the truck, but lots of lessons learned. It was not the distance of the shots, but the conditions. Get her out NOW, and start practicing in all positions, off a stump, off a bag, prone, sitting, kneeling, tripod, bipod, pra rice setting up quickly, practice turning turrets, practice follow up shots, etc. Shoot a comfortable rifle. Work up a great load. And get her shooting farther than you will actually let her take a shot on real game. We practiced out to 1000 routinely. But shooting at a stationary target is only half the battle. Getting a buck to stop in a good position at a reasonable distance and getting in a stable position quickly is the other half. Then again, you might get super lucky and glass up a bedded road at 200 yards where he doesn't even see you. Play games in the field. We played a lot of "hot lava", where the ground is off limits. Rocks, logs, etc. Also helps with the noise of walking. Stop to look at sign and teach her. Look at the squirrels. Looks at the birds. Find some sheds. Take a nap on a ridge. Bring tons of junk food and snacks. Let them nap in the truck. Teach them about nature and geology and the game animals. Be patient. Most of all, let THEM choose what to shoot. I learned this the hard way. Put MY expectations on Taylor. We could have shot 100 different bucks, but I, ME, wanted a big boy. Talked he or out of 20 bucks that were 3.5 year old 4x4s or better. Talk about frustrating to both myself, my ego, my patience, and most of all, to Taylor. The following year, Taylor killed a great first buck. And I was not real thrilled with her choice at first to take him. Again, visions of grandeur. But she was thrilled, and the buck ended up being bigger than I thought. 171". This year, she is down with the quest for a biggun'. But I will let her decide when to pull the trigger without a comment.

Spent the last two days up here in God’s Country enjoying cool weather, long day’s and some beautiful scenery. Got to re-familiarize myself with the roads, talked to the game warden and a couple of landowners. Man’s of course it wouldn’t be a trip without some kind of hassle. Took a rock between the treads on the weak sauce factory tires the rental truck had. I was very disappointed to find that the jack provided by dodge was barely tall enough to raise the truck on perfectly level ground, which this wasn’t. So I spent an hour or so digging a hole with a stick to allow us to put on the spare, which was full-size, but not regular matching tire. It was marked limited-use and was about as thick as a water balloon. I was really worried we Would cut that one trying to get out. Luckily we made it back to the highway, but we did have to cut our scouting a half day short.

I know what you mean