Weighing The Odds

The text message from a friend asks the anticipated question “Did you draw any tags?”

Nervously checking the Montana FWP website, I click on the tab and see what I more or less knew I would: UNSUCCESSFUL.

Reading that did let the air out of my tires a bit, especially considering their choice of words: unsuccessful. Synonymous with failed, botched or bungled. Moose, Goat, Sheep – zero, zip, nada. I am going on 13 years of striking out on drawing one of the “Big Three”, and oddly this year it didn’t disappoint me quite as much as it has in prior years. I think it has to do with two things: one, life has become exponentially busier for me with more priorities to juggle and balance at home and the pressures growing at work. My head-space for something as involved as a big hunt for a premier species is just not there. More important things are taking up the real estate needed to properly plan and execute.

Not to say that I have lost the spark for hunting; far from it. I now comfortably know that my focus will be on tags for elk, deer and antelope, all of which provide more adventure, excitement and frustration than one could ever need during a season.

Knowing that a ‘dream tag’ and the low odds of getting one are transferred to next year is fine with me. I have several months in front of me to focus, train, shoot and scour maps for hidden canyons and creeks, then head out and put boot leather on those same contour lines and three-dimensional topography, and see what they hold in real life. The satisfaction of planning will still be the same. The confidence will be there from nearly 30 years of seasons behind me chasing big game across Montana, knowing I will be tested and challenged as much as the year before, maybe more. The camaraderie from hunting partners will be a welcome reprieve. And I know my ‘challenges’ in life will not seem quite as intimidating when I return from the wilderness, where I readily trade running water and the luxury of a good bed and deliciously prepared meal for bugles at sunset, wind in the pines and living and hunting with only what I carry in my pack.

I also return to the real world eager to push through the front door and see my four year old son, his eyes widening as I rush towards him, scoop him up and hug him. I am happy beyond words, regardless of if I have punched a tag or not, as I hear him yell “DAD!”

Quotes to Ponder

It’s always further than it looks.
It’s always taller than it looks.
And it’s always harder than it looks.  – The Three Rules of Mountaineering.

But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live. Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom. Only a person who risks is free.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; and the realist adjusts the sails.”
William Arthur Ward.

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Start Early: Good Weather Gifts

Winter in Bozeman this year has not really lived up to that seasonal title, with a long stretch of February days with temps hovering around 45° and sunny. Every inch of snow in town disappeared, and most of the foothills on south facing slopes were bone dry. Nowhere in sight were the piles of snow and subzero temperatures we are used to this time of year.

With the gift of great weather present, my urge to get outside and hike the hills took over and kick off an early training session, getting ready for September, steep mountains, bugling elk and high ranging mule deer.

The first outing is always the most painful, with legs and lungs not ready to tackle the steep way up our local hiking area, the “M”. My preferred route that mixes the best of steep hills, loose gravel and finally moderate rolling trails through the timber takes about 60-70 minutes round-trip, and gains roughly 2,000 vertical feet on the way to the turning around point. Patches of ice remain in the timber, reminding one to pay attention to the trail and footing.

I was able to squeeze in about six or seven good hikes, the last two with my pack on for a bit of extra weight, and get back into the groove of covering a lot of moderate terrain with moderate output, for long stretches before the snow and single digit temperatures returned, reminding all of us that we are in fact still in winter. I have not found any gym work or treadmill time that can better that kind of activity, at least in preparation for fall and the rigors of backcountry hunts.

Don’t over-think it on those first training days. Grab your pack, lace up your boots and log some miles. Remember what it is like to move over rough terrain, pace yourself, and get your feet, legs and lungs “mountain ready”. Slow and steady. There will be plenty of time to truly push yourself, target your training and be ready for opening day.

Archery antelope buck - last day of the season before rifle opener...
Archery antelope buck – last day of the season before rifle opener…

A Question of Intent

I stopped in an outdoor equipment store this fall and ended up in a conversation with the person behind the counter about the opening weekend of rifle season. Unable to get out myself on those first few days, I asked him if he had a chance to hunt. Opening morning found him on  some mountain, looking for elk, like most of us this time of year. Quickly, the topic turned to his new rifle — fully custom from end to end, complete with long range scope, turret, etc. which was able to “put 5 shots in a pie plate at 1000 yards — I did it at the range.” He went on to describe in great detail (and as excited as a kid at Christmas) about how if he were to range an elk at 700 yards, it would be “a chip shot”. I nodded and smiled, ready to get going, as I was losing steam on the subject. We had quickly deviated from the excitement of the hunt, the opening day, how it went, etc. right into full gun geek mode.

I am definitely a gearhead, but to be honest, this conversation left me a bit put off, and confused. The rifle was the focus. The scope and his ‘ability’ to lob shots downrange farther than I could even imagine was what mattered. Not the hunt. Not the elk. Not the fresh snow, the sunrise, or how many hard miles that were hiked, hopefully to find that elusive wapiti on a steep hillside. Then the hunt would begin….not dropping down in a prone rifleman’s position to break out a litany of gear, tripods, rangefinders and wind gauges, setting up for an impossibly long shot. I just didn’t “get it”.

Before I get too far into this, let me say that I have respect for a shooter’s ability at the range to put several shots on target at 500, 700 or 1,000 yards. That is an impressive skill, and not one that everyone can pull off with reliable frequency. But where it starts to deviate quickly is when this same distance comes into play during a hunt, on a real animal, under real-world conditions. There are too many variables, questions and changing conditions, all of which, for me, is what makes hunting truly something to be experienced deeply.

Let’s take 875 yards as the distance the above hunter spots a feeding bull. That is 0.497 miles (basically, one half of one mile) from the end of the barrel to the vitals of that elk. Half of a mile.  Through a spotting scope, that bull will look pretty good, with the antlers gleaming in the early morning light, the tan hide and tracks left in the snow easily visible. Zoom in, and the bull takes up the entire frame. Time to pull the trigger? I couldn’t do it. Not because I could not practice and develop the requisite skill necessary to drop a round into the chest of that elk, but because nothing about the spotting of the bull, the set up and the shot remotely resembles hunting.

While the above is a hypothetical scenario, I have heard and read too much to know it happens. Animals get taken down from those ranges, some with one well placed shot, others requiring more, or being lost. This happens with more “normal” ranges such as 200 or 300 yards as well but I cannot get behind the “why”; why that far? Why not use the terrain, the wind and your own skill to close the gap? What is the hunter’s intention? A recent Boone & Crockett article outlines this hot button topic very well.  It states “the term ‘long-range’ shooting is more defined by a hunter’s intent, than any specific distance at which a shot is taken.  If the intent of the individual is to test equipment and determine how far one can shoot to hit a live target and if there is no motivation to risk engagement with the animal being hunted, this practice is not hunting and should not be accorded the same status as hunting.

The position continues with “…hunting, at its most fundamental level, is defined by a tenuous and unpredictable relationship between predator and prey.  This is an intrinsic, irrefutable and intimate connection that cannot be compromised if the hunter is to maintain the sanctity of this relationship and any credible claim that hunting is challenging, rewarding, respectful of wild creatures, and in service to wildlife conservation.  This connection is built upon many complex components that differentiate hunting from simply shooting or killing.”

Intent. It all seems to boil down to intent. Many times the reasons become blurry, with skill being a primary one; ‘because my rifle can shoot that far’, or ‘I practice at that range’. Hunting versus shooting. The game we seek, not to mention the tradition of hunting, deserves so much more than that.

What’s In Your Pack…Redux

About a year ago, I jotted down a post about what is in my pack, and what I consider to be essential “kit” that goes with me every time I set foot in the wilderness. Having wrapped up a tough week in the elk woods in mid-September, and a few day hunts here and there, my overall list has stayed more or less the same, with a few tweaks. One, I added in another bag to my Sawyer water filter kit, more as a back up than anything else. I doubled up my headlamps, carrying a smaller spare; getting caught without a light 3 miles in is not a fun thing to do, especially when you are racing to get back, or have a heavy load of meat weighing you down.

I polled a few of my friends and hunting partners on what they consider key pieces of gear that go with them each time they head out. It was interesting to see the lists and where we match up, and the new things they pack that I would consider very useful or may become part of my own kit. Thanks to Josh Kuntz and Reed Watson for their info and gear lists. Here are a few of the more useful gear choices they provided:

JK:

  • 1 small Polycro tarp (for laying meat on to cool down)
  • Small square of K-tape (for blisters; this stuff is much more durable than Moleskin)
  • Piece of Paper w/ Patient Assessment Notes on one side & area to write SOAP notes on the other (Josh’s wife is a doctor, so if you are not sure what SOAP notes are, check it out here. It is a good thing to be familiar with in case of a serious injury and to keep key details in one place for responders or ER staff. )
  • Wool socks for stalking.  Cut off just above the ankle.
  • Kindle – in a Ziploc bag (Some may scoff at this, but being stuck in a tent riding out a storm gets boring very fast; being able to have an entire library in your hand which weighs about the same as a small paperback is a life-saver. Well, at least sanity saver.)

RW:

  • McMurdo FastFind (this is a PLB, or Personal Locator Beacon. As Reed is a new father – and responsible family man – this is something that can help out in case of a serious emergency. Reed is a very capable and fit hunter, so it would have to be one helluva “incident” for him to hit the button. But, as a father myself, it does get me thinking about PLBs such as the SPOT, etc.)
  • Bivi sack and down quilt – even on day trips when solo. (Another solid idea, especially during the colder days of rifle season. Both Reed and Josh prefer down quilts designed for lightweight backpacking, as they are versatile and very light for their warmth factor. Toss both in your pack, and you have a solid system to ride out an unforeseen night stuck in the woods.)

Gear selections are as unique and varied as the hunters carrying them, and it is always interesting to find ways to improve, lighten or modify my own list, refining it each season, so when a buck or bull goes down, or a freak snowstorm rolls in, I am prepared to come out smiling.

Quarters and Rack

T-Minus 8 Days…

In exactly eight days from now, I will be hiking in by headlamp to an area deep in the mountains to chase elk. I will be hunting with my good friend Josh Kuntz, and after a river crossing, climbing across steep side hills, bushwhacking and ascending one more matchstick tree-covered hill for good measure, we will arrive at a nondescript spot in the timber that edges out into a small clearing. Here is where camp will be for the next four days. Up go the tents, the bear bag is hung, we clear out an area for some gear, filter water for the day and prepare for life outside, away from the trappings of work, traffic, cell phones, computers and the general incessant buzz we call modern life.

That first day is tricky for me to settle, slow down and soak in my surroundings. I am still on the harried pace of the workweek, and while I feel “switched on”, I start to realize that my senses are not as tuned as they need to be out here. Where my ability to quickly dump my pack and sort gear may be dialed, I realize a bit too late I missed the flock of geese cruising by, or that the breeze from the west is a bit cooler than it was an hour ago, and the weather is likely to be changing soon…or that I need to sit down, let the mountain air rush by, and truly “see” where I am right this moment. This settling in time is key for the rest of the hunt. Don’t focus, be more aware. Try to see and hear everything around you.

These days for me in the wilderness are very clarifying, and allow me to switch over to a different mode of existence. I thoroughly enjoy the fact that I will not be under a roof (other than my tent) or lounging on a sofa, watching TV or mowing the lawn. Every minute of every day and night, cold, warm, rain or shine, will be outside. The days are long, tiring and I go to bed whipped, yet ultimately satisfied, and ready to go again the next day. I replay the hours, the miles, the animals spotted or close calls like a movie as I lay in my tent, tucked in my sleeping bag. Before long, I am out cold and the alarm is beeping at me, seemingly minutes later. As I ease out of my warm cocoon, the bracing cold air hits me. On go the frigid clothes and boots, my breath visible in the pale shaft of light from my headlamp. I want only for the small blue flame of the camp stove to spark to life, heating water for coffee and instant oatmeal out under the stars and perfect stillness. Something so basic never tasted so good. We eat quietly, talking in hushed tones about the day ahead, where we will go, if the weather will hold, predicting that this is the day we get into rut-crazed bulls.

The light starts to change imperceptibly from inky black to dark blue, and the faint, jagged silhouettes of pines towering around us come slowly into focus. Time to get moving. We pack away the food bag, and hoist it into the trees. Packs are shouldered, we grab the bows and descend down the ridge, walking into the wind and into some very elk-rich country. Today is the day.

 

black and white mountain

Deja Vu…archery antelope

This time last year, I was eagerly checking the Montana Fish, Wildlife and Parks website to see if I had captured a bit of luck with drawing tags. Religiously, I put in every year for the coveted “Big Three” Montana game animals that are usually on all hunters bucket lists: Moose, Bighorn Sheep and Mountain Goat.
As I clicked on the drawing results with the expectant hopes of a lottery winner, I came up blank. Zero for three. Again. For the twelfth year in a row. Ouch. My odds were terrible to begin with (less than one half of one percent for the sheep) but I always think “this is the year”. 2015…now THAT will be the year…

As I sit here, watching hazy smoke drift in from forest fires in Oregon blot out the mountain ranges around me and the summer heat in full effect, I start thinking of one thing: bowhunting antelope. Last year was a stellar hunt, as I was lucky enough to take a large buck during a spot-and-stalk hunt by myself one fine August day. That hunt ranks as one of my all-time favorites, where everything came together like a well-rehearsed script. The season opens in about a month, and I will soon be piecing together long day hunts chasing one of North America’s most unique game animals.

Gear-wise, my “kit” is more or less the same as last year, my trusty Hoyt Maxxis is ready to roll, but I did upgrade my release. I switched over to a single sear style, the Scott Archery Rhino XT Release, which is quick to hook on the D-loop, and provides a very crisp trigger pull and smooth string release. After several practice sessions, it is quickly becoming a new favorite piece of gear, and has tightened up my groups nicely. As always, my Havalon Piranta Knife will be ready to go, hopefully coming out to break down another antelope buck; with an opening date of August 15th, speed is a necessity as daytime temps can climb easily into the 80’s or even 90’s and I do not want to waste any time fielding dressing and quartering an antelope. One big plus with antelope is they are relatively small, so if need be, I can quarter and pack out an entire buck by myself. I am crossing my fingers for a cloudy, relatively cool opening day.

One of the best parts about bowhunting antelope is one can hunt them all day. Frequently, a glassing session rewards the patient hunter with several antelope sightings, and allows for a game plan to be devised and a stalk executed. If one stalk fails, repeat the recipe: break out the binoculars or spotting scope, starting scanning, find a buck and get after him. Additionally, hunters should always try to take advantage of the early season attitudes of antelope, as they are typically less skittish than they will be come rifle season; they are nearly a different animal altogether.

This more relaxed early-season “antelope attitude” was put to good use last year. On a scorching hot day I hunted with a friend and we were busted sneaking in on a small buck. The buck was about 200 yards away, staring straight at us. To our left was an open, flat, rocky prairie. To our right, the field dropped away very steeply and allowed me to slowly ease away, and cut straight down and across. I told my buddy  to stay right where he was, and keep the antelope in sight. The buck initially looked from me, to my friend, and back again, trying to figure out who was more of a threat: the one standing there totally still or the one slowly disappearing from sight.
Right before I lost track of him visually, I referenced a large boulder, and started the sneak. The buck was so focused on my friend that it appeared he “forgot” about me. I side-hilled it as quickly as I could, and guessed a bit on my proximity to the buck. Starting uphill, I knocked an arrow, and prepared to either come up right on top of the antelope, or see an empty piece of prairie where he once stood. Neither happened. Instead, the buck had started to walk forward, and apparently his memory and curiosity got the best of him, and he was heading over to the edge to see where I had gone. He was heading down and towards me, and I was heading up right at him. At the crest of the hill, we met — both very surprised. I only had a split second to guess the range on the steep uphill angle, and drew back, settled my pin on his chest, and released. With the buck squarely eyeballing me, and me mis-judging the distance a bit too high, the buck jumped the string, and I watched as my arrow arced over his back, landing somewhere in Canada.

While the miss was a bit of a disappointment, I learned several valuable lessons: change plans quickly when you need to, use the early season attitude of antelope to your advantage, and practice more on steep uphill and downhill shots. In the end, it was a successful day, punched tag or not. I can’t wait for August 15th…

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[2013 archery antelope]