BABBITT_BOYZ

Hello, My father's house in Glendale, AZ was broken into on Thanksgiving last week. Many valueable items were taken from our family and any information would be helpful. Among the items that were stolen was a 1957 Corvette (picture attached, 1500 original miles), a gun safe, several guns (Remington .243, 700, 7mm, and 870 12 gauge shotgun) all old style with wood stock, jewelry, Macbook laptops, Bose speakers/amplifyers, and golf clubs. Also, there was quite a bit of baseball memorabilia stolen such as Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, Joe DiMaggio signed photographs, baseballs, cards, etc. Please tell your friends, and spread this far and wide! Any information that looks suspicious could be helpful. The car is very distiguishable. It is all original and looks like the picture. If you have seen one recently on the road or in your neighborhood, please contact me with details. Also, if anyone knows of any websites or trading sites that I could check out to see if someone is trying to sell any of our stuff, I would like to know about it. Thank you, Stephanie

Thats great my wife and I were just talking about how cool it would be to get a double and to have the picture along with the story. Congrats to you both

WOW!!!!!! that buck is awesome CONGRATS

After I found out I drew a cow tag for 2011 I called "Big John" as he is a well known Bowyer in the U.S. I knew he could give me the answers about my recurve I had. After talking back and forth a few times he asked me my height and my "real" draw length that my wife had to measure numerous times , I thought he was just trying to get all the specs for my recurve because I asked him what it took to get on the list he told me it was a 1 1/2 year wait and i only had a few months, turns out all along he was setting me up.... About 3 weeks later I got a call from his brother to come up to his moms house for dinner. I showed up and was presented with my very own McCullough Griffen long bow its 51# at 28 inches. Its my first longbow and 1 can shot a 5inch group out to 35 yards its as accurate as you could ask for in my opinion. Look him up he makes some truly beautiful bows.

Always nice to start off the year with a kill! Congrats to you. My wife is my hunting partner and she is a heck of an archer, nothing sweeter than sharing a special moment with her so i feel ya

1st arrow of the year strikes gold!! My goal of killing a Javalina old school has been achieved. Big thanks to my uncle "BIG" John McCullough for making me my long bow and fueling my traditional hunting desire.

Ben this was truly a awesome hunt!! We got to spend some much needed cousin time in the great outdoors together. What the hunt lacked in chow was made up for in humor and on top of all that we both tagged out! truth be told all 3 of us should have but.............. ha ha ha

Like I told you before Ben Im proud to be apart of this story! Awesome stalk, awesome shot, AWESOME bull... Its always great when a well executed plan ends in victory! Maybe one day I will get one that big lol

We hunted there in Dec a few years back. Woke up opening day to a fresh blanket of snow! It was a cold miserable hunt. The coffee was froze in the perkcolator within an hour and a half of turning off the stove. We did see some good bucks and should have had 2 but my cousin was having trouble shooting in the cold weather!! lol Check out the Horseshoe Canyon area on the south east side of the Chiricahua's. Thats where we saw the most deer. Take your .22 lots and lots of kudamundi running around. Good Luck

Thats sweet Tim congrats again. Glad to see the "hot spot" is still active producing whitetail. Sure did miss getting to hunt them little sneeky bastards this year. But i will se you on the ridge next october!!!!!

anybody have any pointers for this unit. I always see good looking country on the way to phx around sunset rest stop and dropping into black canyon city. My little cousin has a tag can anyone point me in a direction.

Yep thats her!!!! She has racked up some solid critters. I am very thankful that we can enjoy our experiences in the great outdoors together. Although her hunting stories are a lot more intense and exciting than mine!

On the Run By Stephanie May Babbitt For most people, the last place they want to be at 5am on a Monday morning is in the middle of 100 stampeding bison. But for this bow hunter, I was right where I needed to be… It took months for me to convince my husband Ted to forget about his beloved Coues deer for a year and put in for mule deer. I wanted to apply for the archery deer hunt in the Kaibab because if drawn, tag holders can also buy an over-the-counter bison permit. I’ve had buffalo on my mind for a few years now and I have been dreaming of taking one with my bow. Sure enough, he gave in, and we got drawn! We scouted hard and thought we had the big beasts all figured out. However, the first few days flew by without seeing hide or hair of our quarry. At sundown on the third day, we finally caught a break. The herd we were after was slowly approaching a large meadow to feed. It was too late to make a move, but we had a good feeling that they would still be around in the morning. I was so excited for the following day’s hunt that I unsuccessfully tried to persuade Ted to bust out our bedrolls in the back of the truck, so that we would be in prime position for first light. He wasn’t having any of that and we returned to our camp 10 miles away. I hardly slept that night, waking every hour or so to see if it was time to hunt. After long last it was morning, we dressed quickly, and hurried to my uncle Steve’s camp. We all caravanned to the meadow where we spotted the bison the night before, and sure enough they were everywhere! A hundred or more were spread across the vast meadow. As we crept across to the tree line, a hundred yards south of the herd, we were put on edge by the groans of the enormous rutting bulls. My uncle Steve, still half asleep, jokingly confesses to dreaming about stampeding buffalo the night before. The three of us giggle as we discuss in whispers the safest spot to be during a stampede. The consensus was hiding in the thick timber at the edge of the meadow. We settle in to a lone blue spruce tree not far from the seemingly safe timberline. As we begin to plan our strategy, a distant rumble silences us, and Steve’s dream becomes reality. Something disturbs the buffalo and the peaceful meadow turns into the hectic hunting scene from Dances with Wolves. In groups of 2-15 the bison thunder past us at speeds of about 30MPH. I periodically leave my safe haven to peak around branches to see when the next group will be upon us. Several groups pass before the first arrow flies, each time drawing my bow and attempting to line up a shot. Through my peep sight it is hard to distinguish bulls from cows in the dusty pandemonium. There is no room for error as my tag only allows me to shoot a cow or a yearling. A few minutes later, our team is in a rhythm and Ted calls out whether the buffalo dashing past us are shooters. A group of bulls is followed by a group of 4 cows. I take aim at the lead cow, double check the sex, and release my arrow. As my target continues to run full speed past me, I gleefully yell when I see my pink fletchings buried behind her shoulder. I grab Ted’s arm and tell him to watch her, as I knew the Rage would make quick work of her vitals. She staggers then disappears over a small rise. We were brought back to our surroundings with a violent crash in the timber. Yet another group of the herd stampede into the trees, destroying everything in their path. The noise is so unnerving that the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. We manage to survive the remainder of the mayhem and agree that the tree line would have been a poor choice for safety. We set out into the meadow in search of blood. Words can’t describe the condition of the ground. It appeared to have taken a beating. We found ½ my arrow 20 yards from where I shot her. Due to the newly upturned soil the blood trail was hard to follow. However, we knew the direction she was headed in. I stayed on the blood trail while Ted and Steve went for a look around. Within 30 seconds, Ted called my name and I knew he had found my buffalo. I ran to catch up and could not believe my eyes. I had made a perfect shot and she hadn’t made it 100 yards. Still in awe of the chaotic, once in a lifetime experience, we all celebrate. None of us can believe what happened to us on that morning. We snap a few pictures and set to work. It doesn’t take long before the other ½ of my arrow is discovered. The Rage put over a 2-inch hole through the football sized buffalo heart. Not too bad of a shot for a target that is moving at about 30MPH! My dream came true very early on a Monday morning with an unbelievable turn of events. I harvested a bison with my bow from one of the last remaining free-range herds in North America. I couldn’t be more thrilled.

They were not trying to give this website a bad name. If you read my second posting it says there was another camp just down the road with the CW sticker and it was not them. So its an honest post nothing against the website just saying they were in the hunting community.

My wife Stephanie wanted to put in for the archery hunt on the Kaibab so she could hunt buffalo. After days of debating and stewing over not getting to hunt Coues deer I finally gave in. Well you know her passion and drive for her buffalo paid off. I will let her tell you all the story. It was absolutely amazing is all i can say. She has truly become a incredible archer. Im proud to have her as my hunting partner (even if she makes me look bad) and more so my wife. Love you babe Our 2011 bucks