Spanish Adventure Continues

Nice ram

Mouflon ram from central Spain

After completing my ibex hunt, I traveled back to Barcelona with the rest of my hunt group then hopped the high-velocity train to Madrid. I did some sight-seeing around the city as well as went on a tour of the town of Toledo to the southwest of Madrid. This is a ‘must see’ for any tourists in this part of Spain as it has an amazing cathedral and sites dating back to time of Arab occupation of the Iberian peninsula. I also met up with a couple of clients that had hunted cats with me two winters ago and connected for a fabulous, traditional Spanish supper. My one client Rafael is also a forester and I was very interested to see what he did in his job duties and how it compared to what I do as a forester in British Columbia. He graciously invited me to accompany him the next day on a road trip to visit a couple of the estates he manages. I was to learn that most of his job entails intensive management of the wildlife resources on the properties he oversees in addition to management of agricultural crops and timber species such as Monterey pine and various types of oaks.

At the first estate we went to they were in the process of ’rounding up’ their yearling red stags (termed ‘spikers’), inoculating them and selecting a small group of the stags with the best genetics for antler growth to use as their future breeding stock. These superior stags were kept in paddocks for the breeding program and all the other stags were released into the main part of the estate to live the rest of their lives in a ‘wild’ state. Even those these estates are mostly high-fenced, they are generally very large with thick brush, so the animals live in a relatively natural state. The mouflon breeding stock are generally kept in paddocks their entire lives, with the yearling males released to the main part of the estate to also live the rest of their lives in a natural state. This was a very interesting visit for me.

We then drove about 1 hour for Rafael to have a quick meeting with a client and then off another 2 hours to a different estate he manages. On the way he asked me if I would be interested in possibly hunting mouflon at this next estate. I thought about it for maybe 1 second, said ‘yes’ and we came to terms for a possible hunt. Upon arriving at this estate we met the manager and quickly got changed into hunting clothes and jumped in the 4X4 to look for mouflon. The manager dropped Rafael and I off in a strategic location and we started hiking and glassing for mouflon. Within about 20 to 30 minutes we located a herd of about 15 rams approximately 1200 yards to our south. We hiked towards them to get a better look, but when we topped a ridge about 500 yards from where they had been, we could not locate them. We kept glassing then found the herd moving quite quickly to the west. I asked Rafa if he thought we had spooked them, but he said probably not, they just move around a lot for no apparent reason. We tried to keep track of the herd, but they quickly made it over a distant ridge and we had to radio the manager to come and pick us and relocate us closer to where the rams had disappeared. We got to where we thought they had gone and started a hike to try and locate them. We located them alright; at about 40 yards in the thick brush and all we saw were horns and various body parts as the rams took off. We kept hiking to relocate them, and probably went close to a mile before we were able to spot them again. It appeared they had hooked up with a few more rams as the herd was even larger. We made another attempt to get into shooting range of this big herd, but spooked them one more time. We did a big circle around where we thought they had gone and got the wind in our favour and started working slowly through the brush. We were able to make out a few animals only about 100 yards ahead of us, but again one of them made us and the whole herd took off. This was getting a bit frustrating… We made another quick loop to try and get ahead of the herd, and as we came over one small ridge, could see a whole bunch of rams heading up a fairly open slope across a gully from us. Rafa quickly assessed the rams he could see and said the top ram in one small opening was good one and to take the shot if I could. I got a quick rest on a small tree branch and lined up on the ram with the Mannlicher 7X64 the estate had lent me. I had a pretty steady hold and let the shot off. The ram immediately jumped and ran uphill. Rafa said ‘You hit him’, but couldn’t tell how well. I quickly moved to the side to try and see where the ram went and could see him do a bit of a summersault and roll down the hill, obviously dead. High-fives and back-slaps ensued and we radioed the manager our location to come and pick us up. We located the ram in the thick brush with the aid of Rafa’s Jack Russell terrier, Gus. We went back to the historic hacienda on the estate for a great dinner and a few cocktails by the fireplace then off to a deep sleep.

Rafael dropped me the next day at a train terminal and I went back to Madrid while he continued his business trip. I spent that day in Madrid touring a museum and their version of ‘Central Park’ and then Rafa picked me up the next day to accompany him on a roe deer hunt. We went to a large concession he leased for his own personal hunting trips in north-central Spain. He was after one specific trophy buck he knew lived in the area and we tried to located him the first evening. The wind was swirling and made it difficult of Rafa to figure out which way we should approach the known hang-out of this buck. We did our best to sneak into the area carefully, but within about 15 minutes of leaving the truck, jumped a small buck and doe out of their beds. They ran off and then we saw the big buck get up and run off with another doe. Not good. We tried to circle ahead of the big buck and set up a stand overlooking a couple of small fields he liked to feed in, but never saw him again. We moved to a different, remote field just before dark and glassed a couple of small bucks and then saw a pretty good buck come out of the brush just at dark only about 100 yards from us. Rafa looked him over as closely as possible in the low-light, but opted to pass as he was fairly sure it was only 3-year old buck.

We stayed in the local town that night, had another fabulous meal that included traditional, cold partridge salad and red wine that Spain is famous for. We were up very early the next morning to try a different part of the concession. We climbed onto a small hill at first light and could glass several different roe deer as well as one wild boar. Rafa asked me if I wanted to try and shoot the boar and I said, ‘no’ we should concentrate on a roe buck for him while the deer were still out in the open feeding. He insisted we try for the boar and I didn’t want to compromise his hunt, so I was a bit apprehensive. While we were debating, though, we saw the boar suddenly take off running for the thick bush. I asked Rafa what was up. He said the wind had shifted and the boar had smelled us from over a half-mile away. I now have a new respect for these animals!

We hunted the remainder of the morning but saw no shooter bucks then we headed back to Madrid where Rafael dropped me off at the train station so I could make my way back to Barcelona and catch a flight back to Canada the next day. That completed an excellent adventure in Spain. I am already looking forward to going back and next time trying for red stag, fallow deer, roe deer and boar.

Ancient castle

Ancient ruins of a castle overlooking roe deer country

Adventure in Spain

Good ibex - 2013

Beicite Ibex

Like most hunters, I have always had a desire to go on a hunting adventure overseas. I have the good fortune of being born and raised in British Columbia and I have been on many trips for a diverse number of species that most hunters in the world dream of. Even so, I still yearn for adventures in foreign lands for exotic species.

I knew I would have a bit of a break in my normally busy schedule this late winter, so I really put my mind to where I would like to go on an international hunting trip in March or April. There are many places to potentially go, even though this time of year is outside of the core hunting period in much of the northern hemisphere. I started some research and come up with options of New Zealand, Africa, South America as well as parts of Asia and Europe. I have always desired a trip to Spain and did some inquiries with some contacts in Europe and found an opening for Beicite ibex in east-central Spain with a group of hunters from Slovakia and Czech Republic. I jumped at the opportunity, and soon found myself booked for ibex in early April.

I flew to Barcelona where I met my fellow hunters. We were shuttled to our ‘camp’ in Morella and arrived very late at night. Morella is an ancient walled city and we were booked into a beautiful, 5-star hotel. The next morning all the hunters were paired with their local guides and we all went in separate directions in search of ibex. We toured a number of rough four-wheel drive trails that cut through the local mountains. The terrain was very rocky and broken and covered with scrub oak  and some Sylvester pine in the moister hollows and north-facing slopes. Many old, abandoned homesteads are scattered across the region and a few active farms still remain in the areas with the most productive soils. The ibex could be found anywhere, but they seemed to concentrate near small, cleared fields that had new spring grass emerging.

At about 10:00 AM we spotted a group of three rams leaving a small field and heading up into the thick brush. We quickly got out of the 4X4 and scrambled to get ahead of the rams and into shooting position. We cut the distance to about 200 yards and the guide determined which of the rams was the best trophy and got his pack set up on a rock for me to shoot off of. I readied myself with the borrowed Blaser in 7 mm. Remington Mag and let a shot go. The shot went just over his back and the rams headed for safer cover. I couldn’t believe I had missed such a good opportunity! Only three hours sleep, severe jet lag, borrowed rifle I had never shot… List of excuses, but bottom-line is I pulled the shot and plain missed. I uttered ‘so liento’ to my guide several times to apologize for my brutal shooting, but he indicated minor concern and assured me there would be other chances.

The search continued and a couple hours later we glassed what appeared to be a pretty good ram high on a rocky ridge. We tried to get within shooting range unnoticed, but we never saw him again. We kept covering ground and did lots of glassing from good vantages, but it wasn’t until late in the afternoon that we spotted more rams. We glassed three rams in a lush pasture that a herd of goats and sheep had been grazing in the morning. It was obvious that one of the rams was a very good trophy and we quickly determined wind direction and started a stalk. We hiked in about half a mile and came over a small ridge where we could look down on the field where the rams had been feeding. They were nowhere to be seen so we kept creeping forward and glassing. After a tense 15 minutes or so, my guide Lucas motioned me down and pointed earnestly to a rocky slope north of the fields where they had been. Sure enough, we could see the 3 rams on a rock outcrop and determined the top one top be the big ram. I quickly got a bit of a rest on the branch of a juniper tree and this time squeezed off the shot at the ram 150 yards distant. Perfect hit on the point of the shoulder and the ram folded instantly and rolled down the hill. We were very excited and I felt a bit of redemption in my shooting ability.

We did a bit of sight seeing in the area for the next couple of days as the other hunters harvested their ibex and I toured an amazing ancient castle and cathedral in Morella. I then travelled to meet a couple of friends in Madrid and hunted for mouflon and roe deer, but that will be covered in another story.

 

Cattle Killer Down

Grant with his cougar

Grant with the cattle-killing cat

I received a phone call this last Tuesday from a local farmer whom had a calf killed and partially eaten by a cougar. He asked if we could perhaps hunt down this cat to avoid any further losses. With calving season just starting, there was the potential for serious losses if this cat had became accustomed to eating beef.

My friend Grant Mcdonald purchased a cougar tag and cat guide Russ Bouveur volunteered to help hunt down the cat. I received another phone call from the farmer on Wednesday night that one of his neighbours had just seen the cat on the road while driving home that evening. We definitely knew where to start the search on Thursday morning with this new bit of information. On Thursday morning we went directly to where the cat had been seen on the main road and started to track it on foot from there. It had walked up the main, public road for about 1 km., then up another neighbour’s driveway and right through the horse paddock behind his house. We talked to these people and they were very supportive of hunting the cat down. This farmer’s wife felt she had seen cougar tracks on her daily walks recently and was quite nervous and was anxious to see the cat removed.

We released Russ’ hounds in the horse paddock where we last saw the tracks and the hounds moved out quickly. They circled up around the house and headed south only about 300 metres before barking ‘treed.’ We all started to converge on the site, and Russ was the first one there and spotted the cat up a small cedar tree. It didn’t stay there long before bailing out and resuming its run. The hounds were quick to tree it again, and this time it stayed treed up a good-size Douglas-fir. Grant and I made it to the new tree quite quickly and Grant got set up for the shot with his .308. Couple of shots later, and the cat was down for good. Cattle killer eliminated.

We then started to drag the cougar back to our trucks and on the way, Russ looks down and sees more cougar tracks in his boot tracks from about 20 minutes before! Appears there was more than one cat on the little ridge where Grant shot his cougar. Russ then made the decision to put his dogs onto this new cat to try and get rid of a couple of cougars while we were in the area. His dogs set off quickly on the new track, but due to heavy melting and deep snow, had to slow down considerably after a few hundered metres into the chase. Russ kept following his hounds on foot and the chase led into some seriously-nasty country and deeper snow as they gained elevation. It was eveident that the hounds were simply not going to be able to pressure this cat into treeing with such poor snow conditions. Russ caught up to his dogs in a canyon and was able to pull them off and start the long hike back to the trucks. Grant and I were able to get permission from another neighbour to allow Russ and the hounds to at least take a somewhat easier route back to a driveable road. I walked up towards Russ to help break a trail for him to walk out on, and just above this neighbour’s house, I spotted another very fresh cougar track. That made 3 different cougar in about a 1 square km. area.

Russ was one very tired houndsman when he got back, but got some satisfaction from removing at least 1 problem cat from the neighbourhood and helping out some local landowners. Hopefully the other cats don’t take up an appetite for veal, or I fear we may be getting another call in the near future.

Father and Son Team Up For Cats

Nice tom for Dusan

Dusan with his tom cougar

Father and son Dusan and Matus Ondreicka of Slovakia teamed up last week for a combo cat hunt. The original plan was for Dusan to come with one of his hunting buddies from back home, but when his friend got sick at the last minute, Matus was invited to join his father. Matus is finalizing his PHD in computer sciences and fortunately had enough flexibility in his schedule to make the trip with his dad on very short notice. Matus desired a bobcat on this trip and Dusan cougar and lynx if possible.

The first 3 days of the trip were spent covering a lot of territory on snowmobile and in the 4X4 looking for cougar tracks. Several female cougar tracks were located, but we didn’t cut the tracks of a large tom that we had been trying to relocate. We cut his tracks at the end of our last hunt in a remote area and were trying to find where he had moved to. We didn’t find this cat, but on day 4 guide Russ Bouveur spotted a bobcat on a logging road and got in contact with us to move to his locale to try for this cat. I brought the hunters to the last spot Russ had seen the bobcat and Russ got the hounds organized for the chase. Since Russ had seen him, the cat had done a few circles in this one area and went back up onto the logging road and cut to the uphill side. This took us and the hounds about 1 hour to straighten out what was going on, but we eventually determined where the last ‘exit’ track was, got the hounds on it and race on! The race lasted about half-hour and the hounds bayed the cat up a large Douglas-fir. I went back and got the Ondreicka’s and got Matus set up for the shot. Matus made a good shot given the difficult angle and branches covering most of the bobcat’s body, but he got it done and had his cat.

Day 5 started with fairly warm temperatures and about 2 cm. of fresh snow – perfect tracking conditions. On our way to our first area to scout, we spotted very fresh tom cougar tracks crossing the main road. I quickly phoned Russ and he made his way to us. Russ and I unloaded the snowmobiles and did a ‘box’ around the last place we saw the tom’s tracks. This ‘box’ was completed in short order, and we could tell this was going to be a quick chase for the hounds. The hounds were released on the last cougar tracks we had located and they had the cat up a tree in less than 15 minutes. Dusan, Matus and I were able to get the snowmobiles to within about 300 metres of where the dogs were treed and we did a quick hike in. We looked the cat over carefully and noted it to be a nice, young tom and Dusan indicated he wanted to take this cat back to slovakia. He made a one-shot kill and the high-fiving and back-slapping was on. Even though Dusan couldn’t speak English, he made it very clear he was a happy hunter!

We tried for the rest of the hunt to try and locate a lynx in an area where the snow might possibly be shallow enough to successfully run with the hounds, but all the tracks we located were in typical, high-elevation areas with close to 1 metre of snow. Dusan had to go home without his lynx, but has vowed to come back one day to complete the ‘cat trick.’ Dusan also invited myself to Slovakia for a hunt this fall, and I am going to take him up on the offer. I am very excited about this future adventure, with the possibility to hunt red stag, mouflon, boar, fallow deer and roe deer.

Matus and his trophy.

Matus with a very pretty bobcat.

Christmas Cat Hunt for the Doctor

Nice tom for the doctor

Ralf with his tom cougar

Dr. Ralf Fronicke of Berlin, Germany had a Christmas break from his surgery clinic and booked a long-awaited cat hunt to Bearcat Outfitters. He and his girlfriend Annette arrived in Kamloops on Boxing Day.

Days 1 and 2 were spent combing the country for fresh cat tracks. We located bobcat and female cougar tracks, but no fresh tom cougar tracks in the first 2 days. On day 3 we cut a fresh set of bobcat tracks and guide Russ Bouveur and I got off the snowmobiles to investigate. We followed the tracks a short ways and Russ almost stepped on a dead moose. He was a bit startled by the discovery, but we were happy to see that the bobcat had been feeding on the dead moose when we pulled up and had just ran off. We decided to run this cat and went back to the trucks to pick up Ralf, Annette and the hounds. The hounds were released on the fresh track and the race was on. The bobcat pulled its usual tricks of going through nasty blowdown and circling back on itself, but the hounds kept on the trail. Ralf and I were posted in a large opening listening to the chase and following it on the GPS receiver. We were watching the area and then saw the bobcat trotting across the opening about 800 m. to our right. We radioed Russ what was going on and started calling the hounds to where we last saw the bobcat to help them out a bit. They quickly arrived on scene, and were then able to tree the bobcat about 300 m. from where we had last seen it. It took Russ and I about 15 minutes with the binocluars to find the cat in the tree, but we eventually spotted it staring down at us. We then went back and got Ralf where we had left him on the side of the road and got him set for the shot. Cat #1 in the bag!

On day 4 we located a fresh cougar track that we figured may be a tom, but it was too late in the day to chase it that day. We were back in the area on day 5 to try and cut it’s tracks from the previous night and we located it heading north. In doing this search, though, we were lucky to cut another fresh track that was definitely that of a nice tom. The hunt now shifted to this new track and we returned to the truck for Ralf, Annette and the anxious hounds. We went back to the last place we had seen the tom’s tracks and cut the hounds loose. They followed the track a very short ways and we heard them ‘blow up.’ About 1 minute later, they were baying ‘treed.’ The tom was up a big Douglas-fir about 10 minutes after the dogs had been released. The big cat had been sleeping under a blowdown only about 300 metres from where we had last cut his tracks. Cat #2 in the bag!

Ralf really wanted a lynx to complete the ‘cat trick’ and we tried the next two days, but had to admit defeat as the snow was simply too deep to effectively chase lynx. We were all frustrated as there were lots of lynx around, but as with many hunting trips, the weather can often throw you a curve ball and there is nothing you can do about it. We have all been there before. Nonetheless, Ralf and Annette had a great trip and a good start to the New Year.

Game on!

Getting ready to chase a cougar!

Ralf's bobcat

Ralf and Annette with bobcat.

 

Classic Mule Deer Hunt

Big mulie

Neil with very large 4X5 mule deer

I finished up with my ‘fall’ clients last week and had a chance to get out and do some deer hunting for myself. I set up a trip with friend Pat Minamide and we headed out on Friday. I saw a few whitetails on Friday, but only 1 small buck. Pat and I split up on Saturday morning, and I watched a creek bottom where a whitie had made a few aggressive rubs and Pat cruised some logging roads and walked into a few cutblocks. He spotted about a half-dozen whitetail does, but no bucks. We then figured a good plan for middle of the day would be to glass a large hillside that usually harboured some decent mule deer. We set up for glassing about 11:00 and after about 20 minutes Pat picked up a small group of mulies. We put the spotting scope on them, but turned out to be a small buck and 3 does. We kept glassing the hillside and about 20 minutes of hard glassing later, I spotted what appeared to ‘may’ be the white face and large rack of a mule deer in a micro-clearing in the forest at about 1.5 km. away. I quickly grabbed the spotting scope and zoomed in on the object. Sure enough, it was a very large buck bedded in the opening. We both looked him over carefully and were in awe. We then started to formulate a plan on how to get an opportunity on this buck. He was bedded is a very good spot for him and not so good for us. The mico-clearing he was in was surrounded by thick forest and rocky ridges and we knew it would be extremely hard to get a look at him from shooting distance. We kept analyzing the situation, but knew at some point we were just going to have to make a play on him and hope for the best. I found myself starting to shake with anticipation and I was still 1.5 km. away from him! I can’t say as I have ever had that happen with a mule deer.

Our plan was to drive closer to the deer, have Pat drop me off, then we would separate and I would stalk closer to the deer to try and gain a vantage and Pat would return to the glassing location and act as spotter. Fortunately, we had hand-held radios and this was ultimately the tool that made the difference. I hiked in to a spot on a rocky ridge down wind of the deer and worked up and down the ridge a bit to see if I could see the opening he was bedded in. Pat was able to locate me on the ridge and did his best to describe where the buck was, but as we suspected, the timber around the opening was just too tall and too thick to see into. I figured the only real option we had at that point was to just be patient and wait for the buck to get up on his own and make the first move. Now the waiting began. I was on pins and needles and every 15 minutes or so I would ask Pat what was going on. Pat continued to glass the buck and soon was able to see another smaller buck and a doe near the bedded buck. The doe moved around a bit once and the big buck just followed her around, and we thought maybe this was going to be the chance to possibly make a move on the deer. Unfortunately, they all bedded back down again. I was absolutely on edge, knowing I was within about 150 metres of the deer but couldn’t see anything that was going on. Pat kept watching the deer and I waited impatiently. After almost 3 hours of waiting, Pat radioed me and said the doe was moving uphill towards an open ridge I could see well, and suggested I move around that way a bit. I snuck about 50 metres to my left and then saw the doe come up onto the open ridge. I quickly dropped to my knees and shuffled over to a large Douglas-fir blowdown that would make a great shooting rest, knowing the big buck would be on her tail. As soon as I looked over the blowdown, there he was at about 100 metres out in the open! The shot was anticlimatic after all the tense waiting and the old monarch was cleanly dispatched with a heart shot. I made my way to the buck and could not believe the size of his body and the mass of his rack. Pat was then on his way over to help me with pictures, get the buck off the mountain and into the truck.

This was truly a joint effort and I highly doubt I would have got this deer without Pat’s help. We both discussed the hunt over and over again the rest of the day and into the early morning hours over cocktails and both agreed this was a classic mule deer hunt if there ever was one.

The ‘You have got to be kidding me’ buck

Nice mulie with Bearcat

James with his nice 4X3 mule deer

James Chavez of Kent, Washington made the trip to Bearcat for a deer hunt this past week.

We started on day 1 hiking some ridges and Douglas-fir slopes on one of the ranches we have been seeing a large number of mule deer on this fall. We saw a few does right off then jumped a couple we couldn’t really tell what they were. We slowly made our way up onto a small ridge about mid-morning and could see a couple of does and two small bucks glued to one doe’s tail. I started on my grunt tube as they seemed a bit nervous and James slowly made his way up towards this group of deer. He made out a third buck with a high rack, but couldn’t see if it was a 4-point before it took off. We kept working the area, but never saw the larger buck again. We probably saw about 20 deer in the morning, then in the afternoon, I decided to change things up and head to some high elevation country where I had been seeing a bunch of deer sign. We sat watching a remote clearcut in the afternoon and about an hour before dark we saw does emerge from the timber edge one after the other. We both thought ‘this is it’ and a big buck would soon follow. None ever showed and we were both very surprised. Oh well, the buck might very well have been chasing a hot doe back in the timber.

On day 2, we were out early to a Douglas-fir ridge system with a small patchwork of cutblocks where I had been seeing a pile of deer this fall. It is a pretty remote area with very little pressure, so I figured it must hold at least some decent bucks. We had to wait a bit for shooting light, then we slowly made our way along the edge of the first small cutblock. We only got about half-way around the block, when I made out a deer moving parallel to us in the timber to our left. I whispered to James that I saw a deer and he started scanning intently in that direction. We both quickly saw a tall-racked buck glued to the doe. I could see it was only 3 points on the one side, but had 4 nice points on his right side. We had a hushed discussion about what to do, and James commented he would pass on the buck. I was a bit flustered and said ‘You have got to be kidding me!’ It had good tine length and nice mass, and certanly looked like a shooter to me. James just kind of grinned and got himself in position for a shot. The doe led the buck on a bit of a chase through the thick timber just off to our side, and at one point, thought she was going to get our scent and our cover would be blown. Fortunately she doubled back and brought the buck straight towards us. James was steady on the side of a pine tree and shot the buck under the chin with his 7 Mag at about 35 yards. I breathed a sigh of relief and congratulated James. I asked ‘What is up with passing the deer?’ He said he was just trying to gauge my reaction to see if I felt confident in passing the deer and shooting a bigger one. I guess he caught my reaction pretty fast! He is a good buck and one to be proud of.

We were then onto hunting whitetails. We saw a decent buck chasing a doe on the next day of our hunt, but passed him hoping for a good one. We saw another small buck the next day, but no good bucks showed themselves. The afternoon of day 4 did reveal a large coyote feeding in a grassy valley while we were glassing for whitetails. James is a big coyote hunter, and he asked if I had a call with me. I did, and we then quickly got set up for a calling session. I let out one sequence and the big coyote we had glassesd locked onto us and came right away at a trot. James indicated once they were locked onto you, you should quit calling and let them locate you. That is what I did and I quickly saw the large, dark coyote crest a ridge about 80 yards in front of us. I was waiting for the shot then heard James whisper something about a light-colored coyote to our left. About that time, his 7 Mag. went off and I caught a glimpse of a coyote flip in the air. He got onto the big, dark coyote quickly but shot a bit over him as he made his hasty retreat. He shot a beautiful, light-colored female and we were both pleased with our bit of unexpected excitement.

James had to get back to the grind, so we parted with the hope that next year we can shoot a big mulie. He was at the cabin when Dan and Jolene Fremlin brought her buck by, so I think he has aspirations to try for a buck like that one next year.

Nice, light-colored coyote

James with a nice, light-colored coyote

Double for Dave

Good Whitie

Dave with a very nice whitetail

Dave Crozier ventured out from Ontario to BC on a combo mule deer/whitetail deer hunt in mid-November. He had hunted whitetails a lot back home but had never hunted mule deer, so he was intent on bringing one home with him.

Day 1 of the hunt started with a very vigorous hike through some of the grasslands and forests on one of the big ranches in our territory. We didn’t catch up to any bucks on this hike, but about mid-morning, I glassed a couple of bucks across the valley in some nice grassland. The deer were 2 – 3 km. away, so I couldn’t tell how big the bucks were. After our morning hike was completed, we decided to head across the valley for the afternoon hunt and have a closer look at the bucks we glassed. We hiked in above the area we had last seen the deer, and sure enough, as we crested one ridge, we could see bucks below us. It turned out to be a pretty decent 4X4, a 4X3 and a small spike buck. We looked the 4X4 over closely and after a discussion, we elected to pass on the buck and moved on to glass some more country. We saw a bunch of other deer in the next glassing location, but no decent bucks. We then elected to move back to where we saw the group of bucks and glass from there for the rest of the evening. The 4X4 had bedded on a nice ridge just below our new glassing location and looked regal laying there in the afternoon sun. Dave kept looking the buck over and commenting on how nice he looked. After about a half-hour of this, he commented that he would be happy to harvest this buck. I said it was his call, and he could take the buck or hope for a better one, as we were only on day 1. Bird in hand scenario took over, and Dave lined up for the shot. The buck eventually got up out of his bed and Dave made a perfect quartering-away shot with his .338 at 130 yards. Buck down on day 1!

We were then onto whitetails. We travelled to another large ranch in the area and started the search for a good whitie for Dave. We saw a couple deer from the road, tried rattling in one spot and did one push on a brushy draw where I had caught a glimpse of one deer in the afternoon. Two does came out but no bucks with them. We then looked at a new area that was heavily beaten-down with tracks, and hiked in and set up for a rattling sequence. I hadn’t even finished my first sequence when I caught a movement to my left. I turned and saw a very good buck literally running straight at me! I turned to confirm that Dave was on the buck, and when I saw him bringing his rifle up, I dropped the rattling antlers and plugged my ears. I was a bit ahead of Dave, but he had a safe shooting opportunity on the buck and he made the shot. He hit the buck in the throat patch at about 25 yards and he was down. We were both in disbelief at what had just happened. We were both jumping up and down, hugging each other and the adrenalin was flowing. No ground shrinkage on this buck. His G2s and G3s are both over 9 inches. Nothing like shooting a big buck in self defence!

Dave had a good trip out West and was a great hunting partner. I look forward to another adventure with Dave in the future.

Nice 4-point mulie

Dave with his 4-point mule deer.

New Jersey Hunters Get Good Mulie Action

Charlie Pennell with his mulie.

Charlie With His Nice Mulie

Assistant Guide Jack Pennell had his brother Charlie come up from New Jersey along with Charlie’s friend, Warren Fabrizio, on a mule deer hunt. Charlie and Warren drove all the way from New Jersey to Kamloops, BC. 3000 mile drive – these guys are dedicated hunters!

Jack had a nice buck scouted before Charlie and Warren even arrived. He was able to glass it from his house – talk about a comfortable scouting venue. Once the boys had their licence and tags in hand, they were quickly moving on the 4-point Jack had scouted. A successful stalk ensued and Warren had a first-day deer in the bag! It was a nice, heavy 4- point that wighed-in at 195 pounds on the hook at the butcher. That is about as heavy as they get in this part of the world.

They then worked on a deer for Charlie. They hunted a few days and also enlisted the help of another assistant guide, Dan Fremlin. The boys were able to get some action for Charlie one week after Warren got his deer. The guides located a herd of mulies and were able to push the good 4-point to Charlie, whom made a great one-shot kill. This buck has nice, long, even tines and is a very pretty buck. It will make a good mount on Charlie’s wall.

Charlie and Warren have a long drive home, but I am sure they had a good trip. Way to go guys!

Nice mulie for Warren.

Warren With His Heavy Mulie.

Trophy Meat Moose

Bull for Russ

Russ with his bull

Russ Carson came up with friend Noel Wolfe to try his hand at moose hunting. He is a very accomplished hunter for many of the species in the USA, but had never hunted for moose.

Some time back Russ tried some moose meat that Noel had brought to a party from a moose Noel had taken at Bearcat in 2010. Russ was very impressed with the meat and wanted to bag one for his freezer. The stage was set then for Russ to accompany Noel on his moose trip in 2012.

Russ was guided by Mike Olde on this trip and the discussion was had that Russ was more interested in a bull that would be good eating versus a bull with trophy antlers.

They got into a small bull the evening of their first full day of hunting, but the bull dodged just as Russ shot and ran away unscathed. Day 2 had the boys into a bunch of moose but no bulls to be had. On day 3 Russ and Mike were to go back to the same meadow where they had seen a few cows on day 2, but on their way to the site, they spotted a lone cow down in a different meadow, not far from where the bull was missed on day 1. They stopped and sneaked down to the meadow and Mike began a sequence of cow calling. There was no immediate response so Mike tried to photograph the cow out in the beautiful meadow. As he was doing this, he heard Russ exclaim ‘Hand me my shooting sticks!’ Mike turned to see that a bull had broke into the meadow and was out in the open at under 100 yards! Russ had spotted the bull first and figured this small bull would be perfect for his freezer. Shooting sticks were quickly erected, shot fired and Russ had his first moose on the ground.

After downing the bull, Mike and Russ were adamant that they were going to get this bull into the truck in one piece. This is a matter of pride among us moose hunters and Mike is about as good at it as there is. Sure enough, with a bit of work and finessing, they had it in the truck in one piece. Mike was able to do this with both of the bulls he guided for this fall. I can’t say the same for the ones I guided for, and Mike definitely won this contest this fall!

Russ’ bull appears to be 2 years old and in great shape. This is truly going to be a trophy eating bull and he will be rewarded many times over this winter on shooting a young bull versus one with large antlers! Way to go Russ.

That makes 4 bulls for 4 hunters this fall and a wrap for this season. We had a great time and took away some great memories.

Russ' Moose Behind the Quad

Russ’ moose on the way back to the truck.