52 Inch Boone & Crocket Rocky Mountain Goat

Two Old Grey Beards met on the hill; for the wiser of the two, everything went perfectly. And for the other? Well, we had him over for dinner.

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K Man’s First Buck

One of the coolest days I have ever had was seeing my youngest boy bag his first buck. While the photo only captures the party in the moment, the memories that where made involve much more. Much like looking through a scrapbook where photo’s will stimulate thoughts and memories, as a father on this day, the photo stirs a life time of memories within my own mind; memories of days gone by where i share the beauty-and-wonder that the great outdoors had to offer for me and my father. I guess it is like a tradition…

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The Hag Buck

The chance to hunt the famed 13B in Arizona doesn’t come along every day. When good friend John McClure asked if I would go along with him on this hunt, i replied with three questions: When and where? and, will i be doing all the cooking? He laughed and said no but that he would appreciate it if i would get the groceries and send him the bill. John’s ability to piece together a hunting camp that would run like a well oil machine was nothing new. This camp would not only have the best bird dogs among mule deer fanatics, John knew they would be well fed and entertained. 10 days of exhaustive efforts produces some great memories and a dandy buck that we all know as “The Hag”.

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9 1/2 Year Old Cactus Buck, Natures Anomaly.

Every now and again, we as hunters are lucky enough to participate in a Limited Entry Hunt. My Father having acquired a good amount of points for deer in the Utah system. Having seen the quality of bucks on the famed Pauns (Paunsagaunt) unit, i put him in for the archery hunt. When the news came in the mail, the party started. As soon as the velvet had started to blister in development, My father and I began the process of long days afield starring through the optics. Traveling from point A to point B, cutting tracks and checking watering holes in search off that 200 inch buck of a lifetime. Little did we know that the buck we would ultimately end up chasing simply was not score-able.

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187 inch Archery Buck, Podunk Buck.

Having spent 30 days scouting the unit and hunting right up to the last two days, i had reached the point of exhaustion and felt i was ready to cash it in and head back to the ranch. I had set my sights on chasing a 230 inch buck that i dug up about ten days before the hunt. The buck had made a mistake leaving the hay fields late one morning, working his way up the cedars, i caught a glimpse of the monster as he worked his way to a bedding area with for other bucks that we had watched all summer. In all the excitement, little did i know that i would only see this buck two other times, both of which the odds were not in my favor. I new that a buck like that didnt get big by making mistakes, so i had given myself a reserve that i would move on any 200 inch buck that i could find after the first week, while i continued to chase the monster in the hay field. But on the morning of the second to last day, I called Ryan to bid farewell, telling him i was headed in. He said i was a fool for not taking one of the back-up bucks. He said to me, you still have that Podunk buck up there, go whack him…

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Paun’s Buck

One of my favorite phone calls ever is when a close friend calls to share a story of successfully drawing a coveted tag. This phone call would have me returning to hunt the Pauns with a good friend Troy VanBuren. Troy knew that I enjoyed long days afield wearing out the lens cups on high powered optics and consuming large amounts of junk food on this unit. So preparation began immediately to reacquaint ourselves with the unit. The rifle hunt on the Pauns presents a beast of a hurtle in that the will migrate the length of the unit in several days once they decide to move. So patterning a buck is almost out. We found a few areas that held some local bucks that would provide areas to hit when we needed a brake. Hunting the migration trails can wear on a guys patience and some times you just need to see a change of scenery. But after hitting them all, we found ourselves sunning our bodies on a rocky outcrop that offered decent visibility of many deer, some walking by within yards. Troy and I taking turns grabbing some shut-eye with the other at the switch, it was my turn to keep watch. I had just walked twenty steps around the knoll to glass the neighboring canyon, sitting down on my trusty bench made of granite when Troys rifle rang out a crossed the canyon…

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