Traditional Triumph – Western Hunter

A chance on a non-resident tag results in a breakthrough for a affected person stick-bow hunter.

I used to be blessed to develop up the son of a hunter in northern California. From a younger age, I hunted blacktail deer within the steep, brushy, and closely timbered forests that blacktail name house. I began archery looking at 13 and ultimately discovered some success with my compound. By 2017, I used to be prepared for a brand new problem. Fred Bear, Larry D Jones, South Cox, and my grandfather have been my looking idols, they usually all shot stick bows; I used to be able to make the swap. I purchased an affordable recurve in January of that yr and began taking pictures. I even took some classes. I rapidly found that regardless of taking pictures a compound for over 15 years, I had quite a bit to be taught.

I relished the brand new problem and was excited to shoot on daily basis, one thing that had lengthy since pale with the compound. I dedicated to solely looking with the recurve that season, and to practising on daily basis. To up the ante, I ordered a customized bow from South Cox at Stalker Stick-Bows; the cash on the road saved me motivated to turn into deadly with the stick. I shot tens of hundreds of arrows previous to the ‘17 looking season, and when my first alternative offered itself, it paid off. One arrow from the recurve zipped by means of my greatest blacktail so far. 

Pushing Boundaries

A lot of my early looking was primarily based out of an enormous deer camp. A journey trailer, meat pole, and a full ice chest was house base. We utilized stands, drives, and even the occasional street hunt to search out bucks. As I grew older I discovered myself eager to push farther from roads, and ultimately began backpack looking. After all, there was a studying curve; blisters, a pack overloaded with issues I didn’t want, and loads of bow hikes have been endured earlier than I punched any tags within the backcountry. Regardless of many failed makes an attempt and classes realized the onerous method, I discovered that I loved these experiences a lot extra, and after I lastly discovered success, the end result of onerous work with a buck on my again was extremely rewarding. 

I maintain blacktail deer in excessive regard, however I’ve all the time been infatuated with mule deer. For so long as I can bear in mind I’ve needed to hunt velvet mule deer of their excessive nation summer time vary. Searching mule deer above treeline is the spot-and-stalk hunter’s dream, and the thought that muleys usually mattress someplace aside from the thickest cowl round (as Blacktail usually do) has all the time appeared inviting. In early 2019, I set a plan in movement to move to Colorado to do exactly that. 

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The prospect of discovering an out-of-state unit to hunt may be extraordinarily daunting, particularly with out the chance for boots-on-the-ground scouting. Throw in the price of journey and a non-resident license, and the strain is on to decide on the suitable spot to get a return in your funding. I made a decision to make use of as many sources as potential to search out the suitable spot for my first excessive nation archery muley hunt, figuring out that regardless of my effort, nothing was assured. I pored over maps, referred to as biologists and wildlife officers, and studied information of every little thing from herd dynamics to rainfall. I lastly landed on a unit and despatched in my software. When the draw outcomes have been posted and I drew the tag, I used to be each excited and nervous.

Lay of the Land

I devised plans A-E and continued to check maps and digital imagery each day. I wasn’t capable of scout the realm in individual, however by the point I loaded the truck to move to Colorado, I felt like I knew the realm fairly properly. Initially, I deliberate for this to be a solo hunt, however when my good pal Jonny supplied to tag alongside to assist, I welcomed the concept of getting firm (and somebody to assist pack meat). Within the meantime, I had work to do. I knew this hunt could be bodily demanding, and my cardio wanted work.

I upped my taking pictures routine. I spent loads of time taking pictures off of my roof, a lot to the dismay of my spouse and neighbors, in an effort to simulate the steep angles I anticipated above the treeline. I examined and tinkered with broadhead and arrow setups, ready my gear, and loaded and unloaded my pack incessantly. Lastly, the day had arrived and it was time to go. Nonetheless nervous however largely excited, we loaded the truck and began the lengthy drive to Colorado.

We arrived on the plan A trailhead late Thursday evening after driving straight by means of, and rapidly made camp and obtained to sleep. I stay roughly 600 ft above sea stage and anticipated to climb to as excessive as 13000 ft on this journey. I knew the altitude would take some getting used to, so it was essential to take a while to acclimate. I hoped that spending the primary evening at 10500’ on the trailhead would assist, and possibly it did, however not sufficient.

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We woke early Friday morning and began our ascent into the excessive nation. Plan A was to camp in a excessive saddle that offered views of two basins. We had seven miles and 2500 vertical ft to go. I felt good on the way in which in and made camp with ample time to begin glassing. We met just a few different hunters on our method in however appeared to have plan A to ourselves. I noticed just a few smaller bucks that night, however was already frightened about discovering what I hoped for, and bummed in regards to the competitors within the space. It was a tough evening of sleep. I used to be nowhere close to acclimated and awakened all through the evening feeling unwell and dehydrated regardless of ingesting loads of water.

When the alarm went off, I pressured myself out of the sleeping bag to placed on my boots and heat up breakfast and occasional. I managed solely three bites and puked. Jonny was nonetheless in his tent with a headache. I managed a few hours of glassing and even turned up just a few first rate bucks, however trying by means of the glass solely appeared to make issues worse. I crawled again in my tent by 9:00 AM and went to sleep. I awakened feeling silly; I had labored and waited all yr for this and I’m napping? I knew I used to be not going to stop, however I additionally knew we wanted to drop elevation a bit, so we packed up and backtracked to 11000 ft and made camp 2.

Escaping the Crowd

I glassed that night and the following morning and rapidly determined it was time for plan B. I noticed just a few good bucks, but it surely was apparent the opposite hunters (who have been nice guys) have been already onto them, so on Sunday we determined to hike again to the truck and drive to a different trailhead. This might sound loopy, however I’ve made the error of being married to plan A prior to now and paid for it. I set a aim to be prepared to maneuver on this journey, so it was time to go.

Once we arrived at trailhead B, I hadn’t informed Jonny how far camp was. He was already beginning to query what he had gotten into so I lied and stated “it’s not a lot additional than the final one.” After 10 miles of climbing, I informed him we have been there. He was relieved, and so was I. We had lined loads of miles within the final two days and have been spent. We set camp and I had an hour to glass earlier than darkish. I didn’t see a lot however had excessive hopes for the morning. This camp was totally different; we have been decrease in elevation, about 11500 ft. and nearer to a water supply, however farther from the basin that I needed to hunt. In actual fact, we have been straight under it.

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Within the morning, I climbed what gave the impression to be straight up out of camp to achieve the hanging basin above, and rode a ridgeline to a good vantage. Jonny’s bum knee saved him in camp for the day, however I didn’t thoughts the solitude. I settled my tripod and hooked up my binos, and inside seconds I had a very good buck noticed. A reasonably 4-point with an inline, he was precisely what I had hoped to search out, and I watched him feed for what appeared like hours. He had a smaller buck with him, however there didn’t look like loads of different deer to deal with. I sat atop a sheer cliff, surrounded by rockslides and scree; an amazing spot to glass from, however not a sound strategy for a stalk. The buck fed by means of the willows, up the drainage, and towards the cliff wall to my left. He was about 200 yards out and shortly the topography blocked my view of him.

I moved up the ridge hoping to get one other angle. I noticed him once more briefly, however the rock outcropping under me obscured my view. I waited, anticipating to see him come out additional to my left, however after half an hour he hadn’t. I knew there was nowhere he may go that I couldn’t see him, so I assumed he had bedded beneath the rocks. By now it was late morning, and the thermals have been blowing uphill in my favor, however there was nothing however steep scree slides and cliffs between us. There was no method I may get to him undetected, or safely for that matter.


I studied the map and located a method into the drainage additional up the ridge; a small saddle that might enable me to get shut, and a finger ridge that might no less than put me inside view of his suspected mattress. I dropped in and located the finger ridge, certain to remain off the bottom and out of sight, and labored my method right down to its level. Boots off, I rigorously crept on my abdomen and peered over the rise, freezing instantly after I noticed antler ideas. I used to be nonetheless above him, however now a small huge open drainage lay between us, and he was nonetheless 70 yards away. Too far for the stick bow, however maybe he would stand up and feed my method?

The smaller buck was bedded beside him. It was nonetheless early and maybe they might feed once more or change beds. Both method, I used to be caught and determined my finest play was to attend it out. Hours handed. My Nalgene was working low on water, and I used to be uncovered to the August solar, which turned to clouds, then to rain, after which again to solar once more. My merino shirt was soaked and I went from sweating to shivering, however the buck didn’t transfer.

I stayed in the identical place for over six hours. Lastly, the bucks began to stir. It was afternoon now, and I knew they might be getting up quickly. I wiggled my toes to attempt to wake them up, arrow knocked, anticipating a chance. Then my coronary heart sank because the bucks obtained up and fed straight away from me, down the basin towards the place I had seen them at first gentle. Lengthy out of water, I used to be parched and drained from publicity and started my lengthy hike again to camp. A storm was rolling in and I didn’t wish to get caught up in it on a knife ridge at 12000 ft.

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I obtained again to camp proper at darkish, and the rain was beginning to fall. I used to be frightened that the storm might damage my possibilities the following day, and I solely had two extra full days to hunt. I informed Jonny in regards to the day’s occasions and my concern in regards to the storm. I even thought-about packing up and heading house early; a cheeseburger sounded rattling good, the storm was going to screw up the deer anyway. It took loads of self discuss to place the considered quitting to relaxation, however I managed and made the hellish climb the following morning.

I used to be sore and drained however surprisingly energized by the considered getting one other alternative on the buck. I spotted that my doubt and notions of quitting have been straight associated to my insecurity. What in the event you can’t get shut sufficient? Are you able to even kill a deer with this stick? Why undergo all this once more? I informed that man to close up and simply saved climbing, and inside minutes of daylight, I noticed my buck once more, nonetheless along with his little buddy.

The bucks have been following the identical path from the day prior. It didn’t take lengthy for me to find out that they have been heading for a similar mattress. This time, I had the good thing about figuring out precisely the place they have been going. Whereas watching the day earlier than, I had hours to check the terrain and their conduct. The bucks have been bedded under an eight-foot cliff with a commanding view of every little thing under. Above was a 30-yard patch of inexperienced grass, which gave the impression to be the one inexperienced grass on the mountainside. Above that was a particularly steep scree slide. Residing on the scree have been tons of pikas.

Invaluable Intel

I watched them scurry throughout the scree, sending pebbles and rocks tumbling down under, a lot in order that the bucks appeared used to it. Quite a few instances I watched small slides of rocks trickle close to the bucks, they usually by no means confirmed a lot care. If I may maintain the noise to a minimal, they won’t suspect something. I knew that he would keep there all day as this wasn’t simply his “morning mattress.” However most significantly, I deliberate a manageable strategy that might put me above him with out elevating alarm.

I waited for the bucks to stroll out of sight under my glassing level and disappear straight beneath the patch of inexperienced grass. Once they didn’t emerge on the left aspect, I knew they’d bedded, however needed to provide them some extra time to settle. “Don’t rush it.” I made a decision to eat some meals from my pack and provides it a half-hour or in order it could doubtless be some time earlier than I obtained one other likelihood to eat. I deliberate on ditching my pack for the ultimate strategy. As soon as I made a decision the time was proper, I situated the chute the day earlier than. My plan was to drop 200 vertical ft down the scree chute, then rigorously sidehill to achieve the inexperienced grass above their mattress. I knew I’d make extra noise than a pika, and needed to do it as removed from the bucks as potential.

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I saved my boots and pack on for this half, and tried my finest to maintain my ft whereas descending the avalanche chute of tumbling rock, however stressfully discovered myself sliding fairly a bit. I managed to keep away from inflicting massive slides and hadn’t seen any deer blowing out of the basin. After reaching my landmark for the suitable elevation, I walked sidehill towards the grass, rigorously inserting every step and praying for the scree to carry. After what appeared like hours, I reached the highest of the strip of grass and sat down. I quietly took off my pack and boots and nocked an arrow. The wind was blowing steadily in my face, and I had 30 yards of steep grassy slope left to navigate.

Getting Private

As a result of the slope was so steep and my socks have been slick on the grass, I made a decision to take a seat down with my bow in my lap and inch myself downhill with each arms on the bottom. That is what Larry D would name the “4 level stalk,” with 4 factors of contact with the bottom. The solar was at my again, and I used to be cautious to not forged my shadow the place the bucks may see it. Once I neared the sting, I crawled on my arms and knees to look over the sting.

A mere eight ft straight down off the ledge, the 4-point with the inline was bedded, his head to my left. His legs have been stretched out in entrance of him and his vitals uncovered. I crept again, addressed the string, and inched ahead, maintaining a tally of my shadow. Crouched down, I may see the buck’s legs under me, my shadow near the sting, however nonetheless out of his sight. “Choose a spot,” I assumed to myself, attempting to calm my nerves. I drew and leaned ahead, exposing the remainder of the buck, settled, and let an arrow go. “Thump.” My arrow caught within the grime between the buck’s legs. I shot excessive! He was solely eight ft away and straight down, and I did not compensate sufficient for the angle! I didn’t have time to assume, solely to react.

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The buck was rapidly on his ft and shifting. I nocked a second arrow and drew. He was quartering away, nonetheless beneath 20 yards, however not stopping. I instinctively took goal and launched the second arrow. I watched in what appeared like sluggish movement because the arrow sunk behind his final rib and buried to the feathers. He ran out under me and crashed right into a sea of willows. I marked the placement and watched intently. Seeing no motion, I backtracked to my pack, and after I reached it, he was up once more.

I scrambled to get my binoculars and adopted him as he stumbled by means of the willows. I knew the hit was important and was decided to not lose him within the thick brush. He lastly stopped and tipped over. I may solely see the tip of an antler on the bottom in a small window by means of the willows and determined to attend earlier than approaching. I obtained out my tripod and recognizing scope, fixing it on his location. Anxious that I could bump him earlier than he expired, I pressured myself to attend one other half hour, intently watching that antler tip by means of the spotter. It didn’t transfer.

Success at Final

I donned my pack and boots and made the descent into the basin, conserving a detailed eye on my markers for his location, however after I obtained down there I used to be greater than confused. Lastly, I used to be capable of line up my markers from the place I noticed him final in relation to the place I used to be sitting, and there he was, lifeless in a small gap within the willows. I thanked the lord, took some images, quartered the buck, and loaded it into my pack. It was heavy, however I used to be decided to make it to camp in a single journey. It was all downhill in any case.

I arrived at camp simply earlier than darkish, a smile on my face from ear to ear, and the look on Jonny’s face when he noticed the velvet antlers on my again was priceless. The large storm I had frightened about was rolling in however we didn’t care. I sat by the fireplace with Jonny and caped out my buck in my rain gear, detailing to him the day’s occasions. I had completed a long-time dream of taking a mule deer buck with my stick bow within the excessive nation, and just a little rain solely added to the expertise.

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I deboned the meat, hung it in baggage beneath a makeshift lean-to to maintain it out of the rain, and went to sleep. Within the morning Jonny graciously carried half the meat. As soon as we reached the freeway, we have been flagged down by two hunters we met at plan A. They observed antlers within the mattress of the truck, and we pulled over to share tales. I used to be beaming with satisfaction as I informed them the way it all unfolded. Jonny and I made it to city in time for that hard-earned cheeseburger.

Searching has taught me to hunt and embrace challenges. Whether or not that problem is a extra primitive weapon, a more durable fashion of looking, or taking the chance to put money into an out-of-state hunt, I’ve realized that the hassle put forth solely makes the entire expertise extra rewarding, and I can’t watch for the following journey.

Luke Griffiths, CO 2019

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