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I take the pics of myself for my Tinder Profile, it helps for 1 date only.

For all those still looking I've got more shells in route and will be able to donate 2 boxes 50 rounds total to 5 more kids .thanks to those who have donated to helping me get kids hunting. If your kid is in need the shells are free all the rules above will still apply .there for kids and they must be there to receive .all for a smile and a thank you!!

This happened to me a couple year ago, except I was the guy driving behind the other. It was prelight on a long skinny road to get to the tank I planned to hunt but got stuck behind a duelly of all things at 4:30 in the morning. Well eventually he pulled over and he was planning to go to the exact same spot. I got his number and told him he could sit my blind. I went to plan B and saw 14 bucks before noon and shot a 6x6 muley. He saw one doe. Sometimes it pays to play nice boys and girls

I’ll donate a couple boxes of 20ga to your cause. Shawn

Forgive me, but I am going to play devils advocate. Are you sure he knew you were pulling over to talk, and didn't assume you were pulling over to let him pass. I've been on both ends of this many times, letting people pass who were clearly in a bigger hurry than I, and passed people who pulled to the side to let me get by. It seems to be a pretty common courtesy most do. Maybe he incorrectly assumed this is why you pulled over? Since you asked, If I were in your situation as describe, there is no chance I would have slowed (I actually would have sped up) or done anything to let someone get past me until I was safely at the spot. At that point you can correctly make the claim that you were the first there, and not just a guy driving down the road.

My plan is to post pics of every trip.

So the moral of the ethics story is to make sure you always pack your hunters safety cap for those situations where things are questionable We were elk hunting out at the tree farms in 3A many years ago! We pulled over to go put a stalk on a group of bulls that were buggered up on a slope that had a couple of cedar trees! right after we got out a truck pulled up behind us to ask what our plans were and we explained hoping to avoid interference. They proceeded to off road exactly in the direction we told them we were going to be working! About half an hour later we watch G$F come off the hill and give those dirtbags a citation, karma is real!!!

I would not have let them pass. If they want to tailgate you, they can eat the dust.

I'm first time Pronghorn hunter and have a General 19A tag Sept 2021. I've been scouting and road familiarity over the last two months when able to drive up the hill. Access is definitely challenging with this GMU! Would some experienced hunters be willing to share or confirm my newbie findings on finding success? I'm not concerned about P&Y score, as much as getting a respectable buck size and memories to last a lifetime. I'm excited and nervous over the potentially 36 less bucks to hunt (killed by archery and muzz) before my Sept hunt starts. While I've spoken to some land owners and AZGFD Warden about access to private land, it appears I'm either short on cash or late to the game for property privileges. So my hunt will be entirely on State Trust land and Prescott NF. I'm physically capable to hike in where most people won't.Yesterday I was glassing north Fain Ranch. Last week driving/observing Perkinsville Road from Chino to APS substation. Any help would be sincerely appreciated. Feel free to PM me. Thank you in advance!

I FL size with the die set up correctly everytime.

Wide angle never helps the dinks I kill

IF I were going to stop to talk to him, I'd stop in the middle of the road, hop out out of the truck onto the road, and wave my arms while walking out in front off his SxS to make my intentions very clear that I wanted to talk and temporarily not give him a passing lane.

A few years back some young kid burned past me on a forest road in a side by side with what I later found out was drunk dad in the passenger seat. Thousands of dollars in hunting gear were bouncing out of a now broken harbor freight trailer. My son and I picked up what items we could find and I chased them down honking my horn a foot from the rear bumper. They could not hear or see me so I backed off and a few miles down the road here they come putt putting along back the other direction. I stopped them and gave his dad his bowcase full of gear. He said they lost a pack full of optics and other expensive gear somewhere along the 35 mile loop they were on that I hope he located. The tailgate from the trailer is still out there off the side of the road.

Too bad Lark ain't around to line us out on ethics

I don't have anything but a coyote tag this year but still, fall is right around the corner! Good luck to all you lucky tag holders!!!

That is pretty disrespectful!

Which rack are you looking at? 🤨

Yep, never would have let him around me. You gave him permission.

I wouldn’t of pulled over in the first place.

Looks like one of the extinct "Irish Elk".

Okay, Who's ready? Under two weeks until go time! I've been shooting almost every morning for two months, and shooting good groups out to 65 yds. (please baby Jesus help me not take a shot further than 65 yds.) Also, the "will I get a shot opportunity" nerves are setting in. I haven't had a chance to scout this year but I know the unit very good and have my plan A, B , C well at hand. I image its a swamp up there and I pray the rut is in full swing next cpl of weeks with young dumb bulls running around, cuz the first legal one inside 60 yards is a dead Elk . Good luck to you all!

Bump for great dogs .look at the one giving you the sad dog look you know you want to take him/her home .

Its a special thing to get to hunt with your dad or your kids.I didn't get that opportunity till about 10 yrs ago with my dad parents split up when I was real little and for over 20 yrs hadn't seen my dad.so it means a lot to me to get kids and there dads out hunting together.I have been able to help guide my dad to his first elk a 6x9 and his friend on his dream hunt for elk A few years ago .my dad is the one on the right .his buddy from Texas wanted to shoot a small one.now we get together and hunt somewhere every year!!

2021 NM pronghorn hunt is one for the books. We were 7 strong heading to NM on the ranch we hunt. Brandon and his buddy (who you have already seen their goats), a buddy of mine's son, Taylor and I, and two other members here. It would turn out to be an epic opening day. I didn't get as many photos as usual, because we were run-and-gun all day long. Drove out on Friday, with excitement high..... and got to the ranch about 4:00PM. Driving and glassing the ranch for bucks, we saw at least 25 different bucks. With several shooters. We watched a bachelor herd of 10 bucks up until last light. Opening morning had us split into three groups. Brandon and buddy, Taylor/myself/my buddy's son, and the other member and his daughter/son-in-law. We knew where we wanted to be at first light, and got there 20 minutes before legal shooting light, and started glassing. We picked up 4 separate groups of pronghorn. But the bachelor herd was the one group we were after. And we found them.....about 3 miles from the trucks. My buddy's son and Taylor had first opportunities, so I left my rifle in the truck and we headed out at 5:30AM. We stalked out and closed the distance to about 1400 yards, and told my buddy and his son to cross the small valley and come up the other side to get a closer shot opportunity. Most of the bachelor herd commenced to walk off, but left 4 of the bucks either bedded or feeding across the valley. We watched as the guys got close to the top, and spotted two of the bucks up and feeding. It was cool to watch the buck drop through the binos, THEN hear the boom and whop! 8:00AM, 1st pronghorn down! Taylor and I took off after the other 7 bucks that had disappeared over a small rise. We found two of them bedded about 10:00AM, and 2 miles away. We put a stalk on them, and got to within 808 yards, and the other 5 bucks stood up from their hidden beds too. The big one we were targeting lit out back into the huge no-mans land, and the other 6 circled us. Tried to get set up for a shot, but the tall grass and moving buck made a shot attempt impossible. At 1200 yards, the big buck just turned on the afterburners and was gone. I got a text that Brandon had killed his buck at 10:00AM, 2nd buck down! So we walked the 2+ miles back to the truck, my buddy and his son showed up with their pronghorn in packs, and we left the area to let the bucks calm down. About 11:00AM now. We drove and glassed, and I glassed up some does about 1.5 miles away down at the end of a valley against some foothills. While discussing the goats, my buddy's son says, "I only see the one on the hillside." Umm....OK.....ooh! That is a decent buck moving in on the 6 does! A quick discussion and looking through the mirage, we can tell he is a decent buck. So Taylor and I grab our gear, and take off after him to get a better look. We dropped down in the valley and crossed to the other side to keep a small rise between us and the pronghorn. We get 80% of the way there, and a truck drives up the road to recover a downed goat they had shot earlier (3rd buck down! The other member's son-in-law killed his first pronghorn ever!). Well, that actually worked to our advantage. We got to the rise and kept the only bush between us and the goats, and peeked out. They were watching the truck drive 1000+ yards away, and did not notice us, 400 yards away. Taylor tried to get down for a shot at the buck, but with the unusually tall grass, and the rest of the slight rise blocking her view, had no sight/shot of the buck. So we had to get closer. With a single patch of 3 yuccas to try and hide behind as we made our approach doing the Army crawl, we closed the distance to 260 yards, and Taylor could finally see the pronghorn....and they spotted us too! A slow and steady (with me telling Taylor to hurry up, but move slow) setup with Taylor sitting, bipod front, pack cradled in her lap, the pronghorn started moving off. At 380 yards, Taylor was set, I ranged, she dialed, and pop....whop! Her 6.5SLR pushing the 130 OTM had claimed another victim. The buck ran 30 yards, stopped, stood splayed-legged shaking his head blowing blood, and dropped! 12:30pm, 4th goat down!!! Good mass, good cutters, curls way back on itself too. So we got him cut up and in the cooler on ice, ate some lunch, then got back at it. We were going to go back to the morning spot, but I glassed up another truck over there, so we went and looked at several other goats that ended up either being way out on public land, off the ranch, or just WAY too far off to make a reasonable attempt (plus, I was already getting tired). At about 4:30PM, the truck at our morning spot had disappeared, so we drove over to start glassing for the bucks again. Well....I glassed up the other group stalking out after a group of 5 bucks. So we sat and watched them from 2+ miles away. They got close, but something didn't work out, so they backed out and headed back for the truck. While they were heading out, the bachelor herd of 7 bucks showed up below them but apparently out of sight. When the group got back to their truck and started heading out, my buddy and I decided to make a move on the bachelor herd....who were about 2 miles out. After about 3/4 mile, my buddy and I formulated a quick "I hope this works" (notice I did not say a "plan"), and I left my 15s and took off solo while he stayed back to watch the "rodeo" as Brandon calls these situations. I walked straight at the bucks, stopping every few hundred yards to try and range them. After what seemed like another half mile, I finally got a range at 1200+ yards. I knew I had to cut that distance. My 25SST was shooting really well, but I knew I could get closer. At 875 yards, the bucks started to move. So I got down, sitting with front bi-pod and my pack tucked up on my lap, ranged, dialed for 875, and waited for the bucks to sort themselves out. The biggest in the group was not having it, and so the 2nd biggest got the attention. Pop. I didn't hear the whop, but saw the impact through my scope. A bit low, but a decent shot. Broke the front shoulder, and the bucks all ran into the valley separating me and them. I grabbed my rifle and ran towards where I figured they might be....and here comes the group on my side of the valley. Saw my limping but miraculously still moving buck, and put another round in him at 550. 5:30PM, 5th buck down! Incredible. We took just a couple photos because I was in a seriously bad mood for my buck suffering those few minutes. (I would apologize later for my mood) Quartered him up, and packed him back to the truck. as we got back, I got another text, Brandon's buddy has HIS buck down! #6 of the day. Absolutely unreal opening day. We put 13.28 miles on the boots according to my pedometer app. We were wiped out. The next day, my buddy and his son left for Phoenix, we stayed, slept in, went to Pueblo for a nice lunch and a movie. Packed up and drove home on Monday. Have to thank God for the absolute bounty He blessed us with, the great time, the great weather, the great friends, and the great memories we will share. 2021 was definitely a whirlwind of a day.