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I recently drew a San Carlos Coues deer tag for Unit B in November of this coming year, my old man has the same timeframe in unit C. I know its a long shot, but does anyone have any recommendations? Portions of the units to focus on? Areas to stay away from? Deer populations? are the deer real pockety or are they a little more widespread like the souther AZ units? I plan on scouting in the early velvet and getting up into the mountains 3 days before the hunts start. Thanks for any help.

I drew a January hunt on the San Carlos for Unit D. I am not one to E Scout, but considering this is my first time hunting the Rez, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. I am looking for any information anyone can provide. Good or Bad. If you prefer, PM's are a great way to not advertise your information. I have an idea of where I want to start, but considering I am unable to scout until 3 days prior I am hoping someone can help ease the learning curve. Someone who had done this before.... Thank you for anything anyone can provide!

Hey y'all, me and my cousin both drew December unit 31 tags for this upcoming season. We have never hunted that area before, and I heard this forum was an awesome resource for hunters trying to kill deer in new areas. We are out of Kearny, and plan on doing several scouting trips ahead of the hunt. I'm a little daunted by the unit as I have no reference point for where to start. If anyone can help me out and recommend some roads we could start out on and go from there! Thank you!

This rifle is ready to hunt. It’s dialed and shoots great groups! Comes with Leupold burnt bronze CDS scope. It’s the clearest scope I’ve owned. I have a custom dial for Hornady Precision 143 grain bullets, and you can customize any ammo you want to dial 1 for 100, 2 for 200 etc. Really easy to use! I have 3 boxes of Hornady match 140 grain with it as well.

Grandson Ryan had a 34a youth tag this year. We missed opening morning because of his job. Got to the Gardner canyon area around noon, set up camp and got out for the evening. Saw one doe. Sat morning I glassed up 2 bucks and 3 does. The bigger buck bedded down at 300 yards at 7:30 , while the others went over a ridge. A few minutes later a doe walked by the tree where we saw the buck was bedded. She stared into the tree where he was, and as luck would have it, he got up and followed her up the ridge. When the buck stopped at 350, I told him to hold 2 in. over his back. At the shot, he staggered a few steps, and went down. He was super excited to say the least, but the pack out took most of that away. 4 hours after boning the deer out and packing back to camp, all was good. That deer lived in the steepest , nastiest canyon possible…or so it seemed to this 72 year old, while huffing and puffing him out. Beautiful country though. The grasshoppers down there are HUGE, and they eat meat!

This is my Son, Aaron Altaha Jr., 11 years old, this past weekend was the last weekend of his rifle hunt for deer and he tagged out his 1st deer the day before the last day on 10/30/21. And he was blessed to harvest a Awesome 7x8 Coues buck from the San Carlos Apache Reservation in AZ.

$3000 OBO. Comes with Free Carbon Fiber tripod legs. They are not Slik, Gitzo, Sirui but paired with a VA-5 Head(keeping head) work awesome! Mint Condition Never Used in field. All original Items from factory included. (Covers). No scratches anywhere. ATX (angled) w/ 65mm Objective. 25-60 magnification. Swarovision Just like EL/ NL. More Pictures Provided if necessary.

First Time poster, long time reader.... This is my first AZ rifle tag, and I'm still learning how to hunt deer in AZ. Just looking for a little advice, trolling is welcomed as long as its funny. Thanks! Looking for some help in 36b Late October hunt, or maybe looking for a little hope. I am not looking for anyone's honey holes, just looking for advice from experienced individuals. I've been teaching myself to hunt and I am in my 3rd season. I usually hike my butt of with my bow. Been pounding the ground hard in the unit over multiple scouting trips. Been able to glass does throughout the whole day. Have not been able to glass any bucks. No bucks during early morning glassing or at evening prime time. I have identified great tanks that are remote, closer to the border that seem unlikely to get any pressure. still nothing. I've spent a lot of time in the Atscosa's, the Pajarito's, and near Ruby. Maybe I'm just completely blind, but haven't been able to catch a glimpse of these mythical males yet. I know archery OTC season just season just ended so I figured they might still feel pressured to only move at night. Water is abundant and every where, feed is good and green, and cover and concealment is in their favors. Over a course of 4 days total, I have seen countless does, encountered 4 diamondsback rattlers, and 1 green Mohave. The snakes are out in full force! I am thinking due to the rain, they haven't been able to hunt as much, and they're getting ready to hibernate. But man those suckers are out! any advice on what these bucks might be doing or feeling? any advice on the unit itself? any advice on how to stop running into and pissing off rattlers? current plan.... 3rd scouting trip planned. Summit Motor highway offers easy access, great glassing, and a lot of tanks. But after talking with CBP, I've been told it gets crazy. I hear there are a lot of road hunters as well. I prefer to put the miles on and go to places that are difficult to get to. After my last trip I encountered 3 rattlers, and got close enough (unknowingly) that they felt threatened enough to rattle and show their fangs. So these Snakes are unfortunately deterring me from getting in deep. Maybe sit in coozy country over looking a tank and glass all day, and not move? thanks to all, I really appreciate this page and all that its taught me so far. This is my first rifle tag, so I have been trying to put in as much work as possible. Thank you to all for the advice and your time.

$2500 OBO . Mint Condition EL 12x50 EL Binoculars never taken in the field or used. No scratches on the lens or metal. These are HD and have Swarovision. All Accessories and components in box. More pictures provided if necessary.

Here's a few coues bucks harvested with Ward's Outfitters last season. We're really looking forward to 2021

SOLD!!!! Kimber 84M Subalpine .308 Like New with only 50-75 rounds through it. SCOPE, Rings & mounts NOT INCLUDED! (box & Manual included) Ultralight hunting rifle for those long Coues hunts in the back country Camo patern Ultra light stock, muzzle break, nice trigger pull, great feel Great deal at $1,000 Text or email Brian @ 602-904-2132 bfaust25@gmail.com Gilbert, AZ

I am very new to hunting. i put in for the 24b coues hunt December 13-31st 2019. this will be my first deer hunt if i get drawn. If anyone can give me some advice on locations to hunt, guns and optics that would be great!

I am selling my Carl Zeiss Jena Nobilem 15x60's. They are in great shape for their age, no cracks or scratches on the lenses. They are perfectly clear and focus perfect. There is nothing wrong with them. I also have the adapters for them with a case. I am asking $400 for them.

If so check out my new video. Just in time for all you archery hunters out there to feed the need until opening day in 2 weeks. Anyone else getting pump to see what goes down this archery season?

IMHO this is The perfect Coues rifle for those little critters ! Seriously I'm selling my Alaska set up to make room for my dark continent set up. This rifle is in near new condition and is topped with a Leupold VX-2 , 2-7x33. on Leupold bases and rings. Including Leupold neoprene scope cover Keep it the way it is or use the action for almost any magnum caliber long range build. Details: 54 degree bolt lift Magnum 9 lug action Fluted Bolt Body for smooth action Just thought I'd try here on CWT , Priced $100 less than unscoped rifles on gun broker to pass on savings to CWT members. I have Plenty of brass and bullets to add to the package. $900.00 OBO, Trades, etc James 928-606-6101

It's a Ruger Predator 6.5 Creedmoor, with a Vortex Viper 6-24x50 PST illumated scope, with quick adjust, bubble level, 4" shade, Harris bi-pod, cerakoted, seated the barrel, head spaced the barrel, trimmed and polished the feed ramp and shimmed the action to seat tighter $1500. If your interested give me call or text at 928-651-4776

Video of Long Range coues hunt in southern AZ see link below to youtube - hope you guys enjoy Instagram = @b.a._hunting @the_ayers_brand

Keep it short and sweet...It was warm and very dry .. So I decided to cheat , but not really ... Sat at one of my favorite water holes,, hour or so in , I seen a few doe's and a OK buck coming down the mountain and then I seen a very good Buck with a palmation coming down very Quickly from a slightly different angle .. So I had to change and get ready with a good shooting angle on him and when I did his nose was already in the water and then "BOOOOM".. Face Went in water, then he went up the high side of tank and down .My brother called and said was that you who shot. "YUP and he's down and a beauty" .. So he showed with the Quad and few cold ones , put him on. The easiest pack out ever .. The cool thing about it all its all on somebody's Trail cam front and center.. If its yours I love to see it... He was heavy with a lot of fat on him .. We cooked the tenderloins up that night and tasteee !!! Look at those back straps.. Good times..

Sunday morning. Thank you James Dudley( James Dudley Guide Service),Trevor ,Brandon & Scott. Good Times!

If you just want the quick story, skip down to Day 6. Let me start by thanking everyone on this forum for all the great posts and information that helped me prepare for this hunt. Also, I have to give huge thanks to my hunting buddies, Randy and Bob. They taught me a lot during this hunt. This was my first big game hunt and I don’t think I could have been any greener when it comes to this type of hunting, especially Coues. We put in for Unit 34A since it was closer to home and were planning on day hunting. While it was nice to sleep in my own bed each night, I think next time we will camp out. With that being said, on to the story. Day 1: Friday. We planned to hunt near a small pond in hopes that we would catch some bucks coming in for drink. We were out to our area that we had previously scouted by 5:30am. We picked our spots and split up with big hopes. I set up with a great panoramic view and plenty of area to glass. We sat all morning and we didn’t see anything at all. We met up for lunch and planned our afternoon. I picked a new spot a little closer to the water but again, nothing to be found by me. The other guys were able to spot some does but no bucks. Come nighttime, we pack out and plan our return in the morning. Day 2: Saturday. Pretty much a repeat of the Friday. Again, I spent the whole day glassing and searching and couldn’t even find a doe. I did spot a nice pack of javalinas in the morning, but that was about it. The other guys spotted some does, but again no bucks. This was a bit discouraging but I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Day 3: Sunday. We planned to skip the morning hunt since we hadn’t seen any activity in the early am and the holiday weekend had a lot of people tooling around and making all kinds of noise. We decided to just head out for an late morning/afternoon hunt. We get out and setup by noon and spend the rest of the day glassing, glassing, glassing. Randy was finally able to spot a young spike and little 2x2 with his binoculars but never got chance to ever get his scope on them before they turned tail and ran. Again, I spend a day without seeing even a doe. Now it’s getting frustrating. Day 4: Monday. Bob’s sister-in-law suffers a heart attack the night before and he has to run to Prescott. Randy had appointments already planned and wasn’t able to go out. I sit at home stewing about not seeing anything in 2 ½ days and the fact that I was stuck at home and not hunting. I thought about going it alone but I decided to play it safe and stay home. I stayed busy by watching hunting shows and reading this forum. Day 5: Tuesday. Bob was still out of town so Randy and I head out for a late morning hunt. I setup with a good view of the ridge line and the pond and hope and pray I get a chance to see something, anything, it didn’t matter what I saw, I just needed to see some wildlife. I was starting to think I had some curse on me and I was never going to see a deer. Finally, I was able to spot a doe and her 2 fawns around 1:30pm. They were bedded down and I think the winds swirled around because they got up quick and headed out in a hurry with their tails up. Later in the afternoon, they came back for a quick drink but moved on and no bucks were to be found. Day 6: Wednesday. Family obligations made it so we could go out before sunrise so we head out around 8:00am. We get to our spot and plan twere we are going to set up. Randy splits off to the north in hopes that even if he spooked something it would head our way. Bob and I continue on towards our spots. Sure enough, Randy spooks some deer, it was just the doe and her 2 fawns but at least that was some early activity. Things were looking up. As Bob and I are about to split up, Bob spots 2 deer drinking at the pond, 150 yards out. We both quickly grab our binoculars and try to identify them. They are standing side by side and in the shadows, it was difficult to identify at best. Finally, the one in back lifts his head and sure enough, it’s a buck! The front one lifts his head and sure enough he’s a buck but smaller. Now, adrenaline is running at full speed and I’m having a hard time keeping my binos steady. Bob keeps an eye on them as I quietly lower some gear and get set for a shot. I setup my shooting sticks and chamber a Remington Core-Lokt 150gr round in my .308. I get my scope on them and line up a shot. Since they were standing side by side, I really wanted the front buck to get out of the way and give me a shot at the bigger guy. Just them, the smaller buck steps back a little and I have a clean shot at the bigger one. I squeeze off the round and the big guy just drops right where he stood. My excitement level went through the roof. Randy calls right away asking if that was my .308 he just heard. I was happy to confirm his suspicions and we all headed down to gather my prize. Since, he dropped right where he was standing, he was face down in the mud with his antlers buried. We got him out of the mud and cleaned up for a picture. He’s a nice 3x3 (not counting eye guards). Here he is with me and Randy. I'm on the left.

Peaking past the rock I had snuck towards for the last couple hours I knew it was a matter of time before an opportunity presented itself. Knowing the buck was truly of the maturity I go into primitive country for and a rare find, my nerves were frazzled with anticipation. Held up in a shallow pocket hiding from the intense wind he was being harassed by a little buck constantly pestering his wishes for seclusion with the prize doe. Little did he know that young buck was the lesser of nearby problems. Another ripple in his plans was patiently waiting at the edge of shooting range amongst the boulders down wind. With an arrow knocked and range finder being gripped with cold white knuckles I watched this impressive show of nature at its finest. The Coues whitetail rut in the desert sky island mountains where the best deer on earth fight to pass on their genes and survive a rough world covered with adverse habitat and predators. That's my place in this equation, a predator. Doing everything I can within law and ethics to tilt success in my direction. All I needed was a break in the wind or for the deer to close the gap between us. Rain was coming down sideways directly into my freezing face. An especially violent burst of wind ripped the hat off my head and launched it straight up into the air while the buck was facing me. The movement caught his eyes that were now drilling holes in me with suspicion. Suddenly action was necessary and I was drawn trying to settle my pin on the target as my accuracy was being tugged at by a fierce wind. I squeezed off the shot and immediately knew it was over. I had mixed emotions watching as an arrow I'd worked so hard to deliver zinged past the trophy leaving what I'd been dreaming of unscathed. At the last instant a gust of side wind altered my form just enough to send the arrow a few inches from driving my broadhead into the kill zone. On one hand I felt utterly hopeless and letdown that I could drop the ball in such a critical moment. Although, on the other hand this defeat was countered by relief of knowing it was a clean miss. There's nothing worse than wasting an animal with a bad hit that may kill it but not quickly enough to recover it for the dinner table or the wall of memories and accomplishments. This episode would replay in my head many times and haunt me for the rest of he season or longer. It's a far and difficult walk in the dark back to the truck after such a thing. It's funny somehow, with an extra 80 pounds or so the walk is no big deal, if it goes differently in that moment of truth. Archery spot and stalk hunting coues deer on public land wouldn't be what it is without much disappointment to elevate the rare success. This was only January 1st and I knew it couldn't be that easy. At least one close call was out of the way in order to get to my buck! Unable to relocate that deer I moved on to other plans I had for the one month long season. Giving myself a chance to walk, and see, over new ridge lines is part of this addiction so I did my best to put that missed opportunity behind me to pursue another. A week later with several spots checked off the list my hunting partner Creed and I decided to execute a three day backpack hunt we've been discussing for quite some time. Creed had already tagged out, harvesting an impressive mule deer but was generous enough to lend me a hand as a spotter for this trip. Many miles, two and half days and about 180 coues deer later we were running out of coues country near the flats at our pickup location. We saw only one buck we thought was over four years old and wouldn't you know it was one of the only deer that saw us before we saw him. All I had to show for another weekend was a wrecked bow. Walking to our next designated camp spot on the last night I lost my footing, like so many times before, but this time my reflex to protect my bow wasn't fast enough causing it to crash into rocks. The next day surprisingly it was still functional and accurate, I thought. Then something I never expected occurred, I decided to stalk a mule deer. Creed had spotted a nice one over a mile away out in the flats. Once I had crawled within 45 yards I drew back and grunted to stand him up. I took careful aim and felt great, with basically no wind or obstacles to worry about. He stood broadside as I watched my arrow sail past him. As it turned out my bow and site were more damaged than I thought and it was shooting all over the place. This discovery ended our trip a half day early. A big thanks to Creed's wife for taking the time to come pick us up and give us a ride back to our vehicles. That next week she harvested her first deer with a bow! A really cool coues buck at close range, spot and stalk, with Creed at her side, so awesome! As soon as I got home I started getting things tightened and tuned back up on my bow. After several shots, I reached full draw and it exploded as a limb went flying and the string smacked my arm. I couldn't believe my eyes, looking at what was left in my hands. Even more, I could imagine January slipping away before it was repaired. I had apparently damaged the string when I fell, is my best guess, and it finally snapped. I started the process with Bull Basin Archery Shop in Tucson and they did everything they could for a prompt solution, as always. In the meantime I pulled out my old bow I had kept as my backup and wiped the dust off of it. I've done just fine with this bow in the past and felt a little spark of excitement to give it another chance to shine! My dad and his hounds are a mountain lions worst enemy wreaking havoc on their population with unforgiving pursuit which benefits us both. Occasionally receiving a tip from the other as to the location of sign, or in this case "Cody I found your buck"! With careful reference and explanation we were confident I could get into where he saw "the kind of buck your after". Earlier in the month I had spent two days looking for this buck but couldn't seem to turn him up. Now a few weeks later I returned with a new plan to glass it all again. Coming in from a different angle and to look at a lot of new country further in too. This turned out to be one of the least eventful mornings I've ever had so I just kept moving, dissecting pocket after canyon after hillside of beautiful coues paradise. Unfortunately I came to the conclusion I either forgot how to spot deer or they all died. As I looked around while hiking I glanced over at a distant ridge that brought back a welcomed memory of my daughter finding her first shed, from the back of a trustworthy mule. It was a couple years prior while we were lion hunting with the old man. She about fell off her mule with excitement and I was ecstatic from her reaction. The same day I narrowly escaped the strike of a rattler as I was on foot and to this day she asks me if I remember when it happened , saying that I "screamed like a girl"! Words she conveniently got from her Papa, thanks a lot Dad. Then I was brought back to the present with burning muscles and sore feet wondering what was going on today with the lack of deer. Times like these always confuse me but after some encouragement through text from my brother Caleb and friend Creed, I continued my search for what had to be somewhere in front of me. Caleb also advised me not to fall and break my bow so that was helpful. I used to hike insane distances while hunting but over the years I've learned the trick is in glassing. For me anyways what has done me well is to hike quite a bit still but usually mostly before daylight to get where I wanna hunt and then glass most of the day, just changing vantage points periodically. Regardless, nothing seamed to be panning out deer and before I knew it I was near the top of those gigantic mountains. It was about noon so I decided to glass real quick one more time before eating lunch. The wind had come in hard so I put my nose straight at it and started picking apart the amazing real estate. Everything out to about 1000 yards. Within a short time my count for the day rapidly hit nearly 20 deer and I spotted a bedded buck on the furthest hill! I watched him a bit and took some video through my brothers spotter that he was nice enough to lend me. I looked around a while longer partially due to initially under judging him. Nothing else surfaced so I decided to cut the distance by moving through the first canyon between the buck and I, getting on the low ridge between us. After hustling to the new lookout, it had been about 30 minutes. I found the buck still bedded, now at 350 yards. Two deer I spooked during my approach were running right towards him. He got up and some semi serious rutting action started up with him lip curling after a doe, a spike was in the mix increasing commotion as well. I watched them long enough to decide they weren't going anywhere while coming up with a new plan. Initially coming from below him would have worked but once he started chasing the doe, all three deer ended up near the top of the ridge. Between the several options I had now the best one was of course, the most difficult and the most time consuming. I needed to circle way around the high point to my right and down along the backside of the ridge the deer were on. This would put everything needed for a successful stalk in my favor. Having the wind from that angle I wouldn't have to worry about his nose at all. His ears wound be a minimal threat and his eyes wouldn't be a problem until I was about 60 yards away. Noting a handful of landmarks I would need during my advance on the ridge line and the group of trees where he had now re bedded, I took off. This half loop was steep and rough but needed to be knocked out quick considering I wouldn't be able to see the deer for about 45 minutes. By the time I got to the high point I crept to the edge of a cliff with burning legs and lungs, for an update on his location. He was bedded a little different now but in the same thicket indicating he had probably jumped up to chase the spike away from the bedded doe. The spike was standing about 20 yards away staring at his own predicament. I eased out of sight and carefully continued my circle to a specific rock that still looked like a good place to wait for a shot. Angling across the ridge now I peaked over every 30 yards or so to make sure they weren't coming towards me. The wind was coming from my right more than I had hoped, if they started my way without me knowing all would be lost. Finally I eased up to my final land mark. My view was different now into the thicket and I thought he was gone at first. I ranged where he should be, 60 yards. I slowly focused through the branches with my binos trying to pick him out. There it was, the tip of an antler, unmoving. I looked closer and realized I could see patches of fur through the vegetation. He hadn't moved and was clueless at 60 yards. The wind was whipping past me and almost took my hat off! I quickly grabbed it and flipped it around backwards shaking my head, thinking "you shouldn't have to learn that one twice"! I lowered to a crawl and inched around the boulder and started forward. I made it to the next low rock and ranged again, 46 yards. I prepared an arrow and did a quick scan over my gear; release, broadhead, sights, peep site, etc. I waited a few minutes and was having deja vu. A big buck with a doe and a tormenting youngster hiding from the weather. With me on the sidelines behind a rock shaking in my boots. I realized my mouth felt like I had just munched on chalk, regretting not taking a drink before leaving my pack. I tried to figure out what might cost me this deer and recalled three weeks earlier when I rushed a shot in high winds. The rock I was behind was more like a shelf overlooking the inhabited pocket below. The rock shelf ran down hill and away from the deer to my left. I would have to move further away back out to 50 yards but I could stay undetected by sliding along behind it to get below this deafening wind. In examination of this idea I believe I lifted my head too high. I heard rustling and hooves pounding. Darting my eyes toward the noise I saw the spike only 15 feet away sprinting away from me. Oh no, flagging his tail he ran right past the bigger buck. I saw grey bodies race away in multiple directions. As deer disappeared over the crest of the hill I didn't notice a mass of antlers on any of them. I glanced all around and my eyes locked on the big buck staring in my direction, he had stood up and takin a few steps. Standing slightly quartered away, his vitals were at the ends of branches but there was a shot. I drew back in a low position out of sight. As I raised above the rock just enough to clear a shot his head jolted in recognition. I hadn't had time to move out of the wind and now it was costing me once again. My pin was wobbling in no less than a four foot pattern in and out of the grey shape in the background. I held it for I think about 15 seconds when the occasional break in the wind came just in time. I felt a relaxing moment replace rigidness throughout my body and time stood still. Pressure had started beneath my trigger finger. The bow sprang with energy sending the arrow on course. The buck became unglued with a desperate jump and was gone an instant later. I saw a flash of fletchings somewhere in the confusion and was unsure. I jumped up on the rock and held my breath in study of the bowl below me. A glimpse of movement caught my eye around 150 yards away. I noticed immediately it was the buck crashing to the ground, out of sight into tall yellow grass! My body was in pain from stress and I about fell off the rock face! Yardage updates had gone into a group text all along and now I sent "I just shot him", "saw him drop". This is sort of foolish to do during a stalk but I've learned it helps keep me calm. I called my wife to share the news who also told some excited kids. While talking to Creed and Caleb and my Dad I returned along my path to retrieve my pack a short ways. Twenty minutes went by and I decided that was long enough considering what I witnessed moments after the shot. I went to the bucks bed and right away noticed blood everywhere on the off side of where he had been standing when shot. Within ten feet on the blood trail was a deer shed sprayed with blood, that's a first and maybe last for me. I was giggling like a child with satisfaction of the evidence before me. I worked my way along, straight down hill in disbelief of the sheer drop off leaps this deer made. Fairly soon I could see a main beam sticking up a short ways off. I could hardly contain myself as I finally laid my hands on this elusive critter I can't get enough of. Examining my shot I couldn't have been more pleased, the entrance was in the rib cage and the exit was directly behind the opposite shoulder, double lung! Soaking in these moments is what it's all about. Unfortunately I was in a hurry to take decent pictures with my phone, using the timer, because it was dying fast. Time for the real work. I hung him from an oak branch and removed the meat into my pack and loaded everything else. It was just getting dark once I finished. I struggling for a minute to get my pack on and get stood up. The trip down would be on a ridge I'd never been on and now I know why. Negotiating myself with this load down through dozens of cliffs in the dark for the next few hours was quite a chore. By the time I reached my truck I thought I would collapse. Then it started raining and snowing, just in time, headed for home. I'd like to thank Caleb and Creed for all the support that goes back and forth, it's nice to share such a passion with great friends and family. Big thanks to my dad who gave me the tip to look for a different deer that led me to finding my latest trophy. Hopefully I find the deer he saw, next year, according to his description it's one worth dedicated time to locate. Also, growing up in the outdoors and working hard under his watch made my success at harvesting wildlife more possible. Above all I'd like to recognize my wife for being awesome mostly but also for her support in life. I couldn't imagine blundering through it without her and our amazing kids. Well, at least I only have to wait another 342 days for the next January 1st..!

Hey y'all, my name is Devon and I'm from Va. I've been hunting east coast whitetail since I could walk and have had a bow in my hand since about the age of 9 or 10. I'm 23 now and have been stationed in California for about three years. I shot my first mule deer last year out here in Cali and have became obsessed with spot and stalk hunting. I've always dreamed of hunting coues deer and the more I read into it the more I learned of the OTC archery tag and realized I could make it a reality. That being said, I know nothing about Az. Any and all help or advice to point me in the right direction would be greatly appreciated. I've made two scouting trips so far this year and have found some small deer herds here and there but I was mainly just admiring the landscape to see what was out there! I'm not necessarily worried about harvesting a giant or even harvesting a deer in general, I'm honestly not expecting to my first year out but I'd like to at least see some animals and get some filming done! I just want to learn as much as I can. I've been looking into units 32 and 33 but am up for anything, I don't mind hiking at all and prefer to hike way in and get away from crowds! Again, any insight is huge for this Az newbie!

I've had this pack for one hunting season and absolutely love it! It's in perfect condition, the only reason I'm selling it is because I got a new pack. Perfect pack for anyone new into hunting, young kids wanting a pack or really any hunter. 2800 cubic inches, 3.2 lbs. Fit my entire coues buck in this pack no problem. It does have the big padded belt and internal frame and spot for hydration pouch as well. They Sell brand new for $80 at Sportsmans. $60 OBO. Located in Show Low. If pictures don't load or you're interested my number is 520-224-4060 Thanks Tye