MULEPACKHUNTER

Sweet guys and girls great trip.

Just wanted to close this up and say thanks to all who I talked to. Pm's are answered. Thanks for all the offers. I made a decision and We will be leaving this weekend to hit the hills for late rifle bull in a great unit. Mules are going so I am sure We will have another great adventure and meet some new hunting friends. Good luck this weekend guys and girls.

So I have yet to draw a tag for elk but I have been on several cow hunts and one bull archery hunt. My plan has been to wait out an early archery tag and then switch over to archery cow or late rifle/archery bull. I have a unit in mind and I have been scouting late season elk a few times. Anyway I am wondering if anyone would like to do some mentoring and get some camp/hunt help in return for one of the late hunts for elk? Unless I am injured or sick I always work hard and follow directions. I can cook, I can haul loads and hike miles on end. I can film and motivate as well. If anyone needs help or would just like an extra hand around let me know? I am off work for 2 weeks around turkey day and I am off most weekdays. Pack animals are not out of the question given trailer access and conditions of trails or lack there of.

Awsome man. Bummer you had to let it go for the night, I'm sure if you stick around on this site you will have more options next time.

It was real good until DiCaprio blamed global warming when they couldn't find snow fo shoot the movie after he accepted his Oscar. After waiting for an oscar for all those years and global warming is fhe speech you come up with? You know my buddy says stuff like that all the time. I really could care less what the actors opinions are in life, I just like the show, after that if they are retards it doesn't matter to me. I'm not watching a movie because of who is in it. The good thing is I don't have television so I don't have to see or listen to most of the garbage and retards in the world.

Beauty

Beauty

Anyone know what percent discount is? Anyone going? Thinking dinner at yard house with some craft beer then hit sale.

Tonight only

1890 era 6.35 caliber Wild West revolver over under.

I can't seem to find the story that I originally read about Lilly. He was on a grizzly with his dogs and he was so focused he went 3 days without eating and passed out for a day or so. He loved his dogs and treated them better than himself.

That tooker story is garbage, no way a grizzly with Cubs would anywhere near a male. Total fabrication.

Estimated between 5 and 8 grand

Arizona, 1913 The grizzly was a big one-maybe the biggest he'd ever tracked. And it was most certainly well fed. It had been feasting on the local cattle for going on four years, despite the best efforts of the local ranchers to kill it or drive it off. But you're dealing with Ben Lilly, now, he thought to himself. So don't get to feeling too comfortable out there, you old varmint. The bruin was wounded. He'd managed to hit it three times in three days, but the shots were all long-distance and hadn't seemed to slow it down much. And now, the man thought, the pain had made it one angry bear. His dog, tethered to his waist by a thick rope, growled deep in its throat. Suddenly, the bear charged out from the dense undergrowth just 15 feet in front of him. The man quickly swung his rifle to his shoulder, getting off two shots, one to the upper body and one to the head, before the bear was upon him. With the action now up close and personal, the man reached for his knife and plunged it deep into the bear's heart-and the fight was over. Breathing heavily, the man reached out to quiet his excited dog. Phew, he managed. That was close, wasn't it, partner? ************************* Ben Lilly was born in Alabama in 1856 and spent most of his childhood in Mississippi. When he was 12, his parents sent him to a military academy. But the regimented life of a military school was not for the free-spirited Lilly, and it wasn't long before he ran away. In fact, for much of Lilly's teenage years, his family had no idea where he was. Lilly's uncle Vernon, a wealthy landowner, eventually discovered young Ben's whereabouts while on a business trip to Memphis, Tenn. There, he found Lilly running a blacksmith shop and talked him into returning to Mississippi to work on his farm. A few years later, upon his uncle's death, Lilly inherited the property. Although Lilly worked hard at farming, he took to the life of a landowner no more than he had taken to military school-or to married life, for that matter. Lilly actually married twice and had several kids, but he preferred life in the wild, sleeping on the ground (or in trees, if need be), hunting daily and being in close contact with nature rather than people. Lilly was known for his strength and general fitness. Just 5 feet, 9 inches tall and 180 pounds, he could, nevertheless, lift and carry a 500-pound cotton bale on his back. His running skills left nothing to be desired, either. He once challenged a local athlete to a race around a baseball diamond, betting he was quicker on all fours than the other man was on two feet. Sure enough, Lilly crossed home plate a half-base ahead of his competitor. He was an honest, well-spoken man who didn't drink alcohol or coffee, didn't smoke or curse and never worked on Sundays. Whether the cows got out or he was hot on the trail of an animal, Sunday was for Bible reading-so corralling those escaped cows or bringing in the animal he treed on Saturday had to wait for Monday. Lilly was also known for having some strange ideas. Take his long beard, for instance. He claimed that as a boy, the first time he saw a clean-shaven man he was frightened and believed he was looking at a dead man walking. As a result, he vowed he'd always wear a beard so he wouldn't scare anyone into thinking he was a corpse. Then there was his need for solitude. Lilly was fond of putting an ear of corn in his pocket, grabbing his blanket and his rifle, and heading into the woods for days on end, hunting to his heart's content and leaving his family to guess when he'd return. One day, his wife pointed to a hawk perched in a nearby tree and complained that it had been getting after the chickens. Lilly picked up his rifle and headed outside, but as he raised the gun to his shoulder, the hawk took off. So did Lilly, who did not return home for more than a year. That hawk just kept flying, he said by way of explanation. Eventually, one story goes, Lilly's put-upon wife had enough of his lengthy and often unexpected absences and issued an ultimatum-something along the lines of next time you leave on a hunt, don't come back. So Lilly transferred all his property into his wife's name and left the solid walls of a home behind forever. He did, however, continue providing for his children, writing and sending money to them over the course of the next 30 years. Lilly moved on to the southwestern United States and Mexico. For a time, he tried the pig trade and logging, but he eventually settled into doing what he did best-hunting. Lilly guided Theodore Roosevelt on a hunting trip in Louisiana. As his superior hunting skills became known, he was hired to collect and send in specimens to the U.S. Biological Survey, which would later become the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. These specimens helped scientists identify species that were unique to the American Southwest. Several of Lilly's contributions, including a male grizzly he killed in Arizona, remain in the collection of the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. Hunting was Lilly's passion. Between the ages of 50 and 70, he hunted every day of the week except Sunday. By 55, his passion had made him a well-paid professional hunter, thanks to the large predators that had become a problem for cattle ranches. In fact, a single grizzly might kill several hundred dollars' worth of cattle a year. So the Federal government began offering bounties for bears that were proven cattle killers, and wealthy ranchers often hired their own trackers. Lilly became a very busy man, indeed. Although the ranchers who hired him usually provided bed and board, Lilly preferred to set up camp nearby. His needs were few: a couple of hunting rifles, ammunition, a tin can for cooking, matches, an ax, a blanket and tarp, a couple of self-made knives (one for killing, one for skinning), a blowing horn to call his dogs and dog tethers. For food, he carried along only some dried corn or cornmeal and a little sugar, preferring not to eat while tracking. Once he made the kill, he feasted on the newly harvested animal. By the time he reached his late 70s, Lilly was forced to give up the outdoor life he loved. His final days were spent on a ranch near Silver City, N.M., where he passed away in bed at age 80. Epilogue No one really knows how many predators Ben Lilly brought down over the course of his life. Perhaps the best estimate comes from Lilly expert and author M.L. Dutch Salmon, who suggests the extraordinary hunter killed some 600 mountain lions and over 500 bears. By any standards, that's a remarkable feat!

The new revenent movie was real good too. I hope they go backward in time and show more of the lives of those early trappers. Would make a great series.

Submit to a magazine and you'll get it published

Very nice and what a beautiful place to hunt

Great story and hunt. Congrats

Awsome congrats.

175.00 and I'll ick them up? I'm in wickenburg but travel to Tempe soon

Took my healer and a 75 lb pack up the white tanks tonight and realized there was a lot of traffic in the park for a Monday. I figured out why on my way down, duh.

I need to get a digits cope set up for my spotter asap, that's bad butt.

Show off!

Hey Andrew , man I wish this would have come up 1 day sooner it would be a slam dunk. Let me know your thoughts?

Awsome, we have family there and 900 plus acres to hunt. It's amazing how many deer are there , deer hunting here is a sad comparison as far as numbers. Style on the other hand az wins hands down.