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thanks Kidso, you answered a couple of questions I had for years. If I can pick your predator brain a little more. when do bears, ballpark speaking, become active after their winter slumber and when do they start responding to calling? I am thinking of doing a back pack hunt in 27 for the spring otc season and want to get the timing right.

Kidso, where do you set up to call? Drainages, hill sides, water holes, ETC.

This one was glassed. you can see a very long ways after a fire. It was my longest shot ever that I connected, 190 yards. I have hunted above timberline a couple of times several years ago on the peaks. i did not see much above timberline. I did see a great deal at timberline and the journey up. The aspen forest is very old on the north facing slope, with carvings in there trunks from the 20's and 30's. The uber hikers scoff at you and turn up their noses a bit when they see what you are doing. I would park at the ski resort and walk up, the north side did not have as many animals on the journey up.

I took this guy right after the fire in what was an aspen/douglas fir meadow mix above eight thousand feet. i have hunted both mt baldy and the peaks, I have always seen alot of deer in those places

I just put an edge on a skinner knife and lost my attention for one second. Lesson learned the hard way, again

the broadhead hit everything. Jugular, wind pipe, both lungs, aorta, liver and stomach. clover leaf entrance

Thanks for all the props. I have been very fortunate to have taken 3 pope and young caliber deer since 2010 and 1 very mature buck with a rifle in that time. One of these days I will buy some good beer a few steaks and have an official scorer come over for dinner. I was asked on my hunting style today and it's simple use your senses, hunt all day, move where and when you will not be seen or heard and have confidence to the end that it will work. My taxidermist told me today that this buck was eight or nine years old. I forgot to mention that the day ended at my 92 year old grandmothers house with her making Chile con carne, beans and rice for dinner. My favorite picture

saw a 160 class buck in 24a with five does Monday evening and two batches of does with no bucks.

I was in unit one the last couple of days,right next to AZ 27. The temp was 9 with a twenty mph wind, good luck.

Some friends say they have seen elk behind the hospital in Globe

little guys are going a little crazy, up high.

The Previous dealer was not very good, imo.

I am in Phoenix at least once a week. Which one is closer to 16th street and i-10

Saw this guy yesterday. No does but a swollen neck, sorry not a coues.

I'm still archery elk hunting.

I'm sure you would much rather be in a peach or lime green brides maid dress talking to people you hardly know than out hunting. Sorry couldn't resist hehe

desire. i have forgotten everything else at one point or another, including my bow.

best write up i have read. great job.

wife has 3b. first scouting trip was this morning. saw at least fifty elk and was less than twenty minutes from my house

ask yourself one question "Will you regret it if your tag goes unfilled?"

So you are complaining??? Still not sure how I managed not to get drawn for 4A/4B with 3 bonus points. That's some bad luck. yes, i know some of my expectations are not realistic but i expect to win. I am the type when i buy a lottery ticket i am surprised when i do not win. Sounds like you burnt up all your luck on goat tags. That's not true, i've had a few bull tags too Hopefully, I get some of my mojo back I have not had a goat tag since 2010.

i will be there. i will start scouting this weekend until the start of the season. if you see a jeep cj5 then you will be close to a good area.

So you are complaining??? Still not sure how I managed not to get drawn for 4A/4B with 3 bonus points. That's some bad luck. yes, i know some of my expectations are not realistic but i expect to win. I am the type when i buy a lottery ticket i am surprised when i do not win.

Due to the (un)luck of the draw of the draw my brother and I had left over tags for the first hunt in 36a while his son and my other brother had tags for the first hunt in 36c. We decided to all camp together in 36c and we would commute to are hunting areas in 36a. After the long trip from our perch on top of the mountain we get to camp at 930 the night before the season and the bravado starts immediately when we are together. We were in all likelihood the only camp with an arm wrestling table. We start the morning with coffee, directions to my nephew and brother on where to hunt and a ninety minute commute so we can get hunting. As usual we are late and have to improvise a spot. My hunting partner spots a few deer within twenty minutes of getting to our glassing spot. We go to get a closer look and on our sneak in we run into this guy and I had to stop for a few minutes to get this picture. After the stop to satisfy my nerdism we get to the deer and do not see any antlers no matter how hard I try. I can tell my brother's thoughts are with his son and honestly so were mind. Just after we get to the deer the heat and bugs begin there assault. We travel around the mountain and start glassing when a couple of Apache helicopters hone in on an area a mile or so from our location. For some reason I felt the safest I ever have this close to the border. We hunt the rest of the evening and seeing few deer and some rather extravagant road hunting setups that I will not post pictures of. We get back to camp and my brother missed a shot at a large three point and for some foggy reasons he took the shot instead of our nephew. Instantly, we gave him the nick name "Shot Hog". We eat dinner have a couple of cocktails and sleep finds us very fast even though it feels very brief. We go through our morning rituals leave earlier and get to the spots that we want at dawn. I can tell my brothers mind was across the highway. There is something special about the Baboquiveres The heat finds us faster then it did the day before and the deer are even harder to find than the day before. You Tucsonians are a tough group. I was melting thinking about hunting in my underwear when a fellow hunter walks by at a near jog wearing a jacket. Our minds were not into the hunt like they should have been so I spend midmorning taking pictures of butterflies and making coffee on the hillside when we both agree if Mikey has not killed a buck we would glass for him in the morning. We get back to camp early and can not wait to hunt the next morning our last with my nephew and the Shot Hog who took another opportunity from the kid has yet to shoot a deer. no shots were fired but still. All four of us head out to my goto spot. The walk is long and very hot in the pre-dawn light. We get to our first glassing spot at sunrise and work our way around the mountain. nothing. My nephew takes the lead when we get to the exact spot I thought we would see a buck and Mikey immediately sees a buck. He is positioning for a shot when Shot hog ask if its a buck within a few seconds I hear a shot from an area I was not expecting... MISS! My nephew takes a shot, the buck's tail drops, he takes one step and runs/rolls down the hill. Shot Hog and Mikey go to the buck while Mikey's dad and I stay on the hill to keep an eye on Mikey's prize. When you do anything these days you have to take a selfie and my nephews first buck is no exception. Dad and son Did I mention the bugs Shot Hog and my other brother go to find another buck while me and my nephew prep the buck for transport. He did the majority himself. The walk back was sweet and I enjoyed every minute, except I had the heavier pack then my young counterpart.