1st Day of the Archery Hunt...

Right off the bat, Clay sat at the bottom of a steep slope watching a couple bucks chase does around on the bald mountain above.  Clay was traditionally a rifle hunter, but had held out for a big buck that never gave him a shot during the general hunt, so he practiced up with his bow and started to scout for a spot to shoot his first archery buck. Now, day one of the archery hunt, the deer above him were a few of the deer he had seen during those scouting trips, the only trick now was to get within bow range.

Clay backed off and headed back to the truck, from there he drove to the backside of the mountain from the deer and began his ascent on foot.  When he left the deer, they were close to the only scattered trees located on the hillside, and he hoped they would still be there, as the rest of the country gave little cover.  Clay neared the location the deer should be in, and he slowed his pace to a crawl watching for anything, expecting at any moment to see deer watching him through the tall grass, blowing his stalk.  Finally Clay caught movement directly ahead as a buck chased a doe toward him.  The deer veered uphill and eventually turn back the way they had come, still too far for a shot.  Clay slowly worked his way toward where the deer were, occasionally a buck would chase deer back over the horizon then disappear again.  When Clay finally worked to a position where he could see the deer he was still about 90 yards away.  The two bucks wouldn’t stay still, they were taking turns chasing each other off, then pestering a doe as she tried to feed in some of the tall grass and low shrub.  At times it looked like a buck would chase a doe within range before they would zig or zag and head back to the main herd.

Finally one of the bucks chased a doe toward Clay again, this time when the doe cut and headed back toward the rest of the does, the buck stopped broadside, looking directly away from Clay toward the rest of the deer.  Clay ranged the buck at 45 yards and drew his bow.  The buck never knew Clay was there and when Clay released his arrow, the buck exploded downhill toward the location Clay had first glassed the deer up.  The buck only made it about 80 yards before he piled up behind some low scrub oak.

The remaining deer had a hunch that something had just happened as they stood surveying the area as Clay sat quietly watching the spot his buck had disappeared into.  Eventually, the remaining deer filed out one at a time not sure what was going on.  Clay sat on the hillside for about 20 minutes never seeing his buck get back to his feet.  He finally got up and began working his way to the shot buck.

Clay had his first archery buck!  Great start to an archery hunting career with his first archery buck ever showing 4 points per side.  Congratulation Clay.

Big Tom in a Cave!

It’s always a good time when you get to go hunt with friends.  The MuleyBull bunch hooked back up with the guys from Six Shooter Molly’s Guide Service to help out with John Youngker’s lion hunt.  Once again, a big tom had been caught by the bunch the day before John showed up.  A handful of pictures were taken of the big tom before he was let go.  Back in the area the next day, the tracks of the big tom were finally located and the hounds were turned out.

Now up to this point, the hounds had been on lions day after day for the past couple months.  To say they were tuned up would be an understatement!  As soon as the dogs hit the ground they were out of sight and started to get way ahead of the hunters.  The dogs caught up with the cat long before the hunters could get on scene.  P.T. being one of the stronger hikers, was the first to catch up to the dogs.  They had the big tom bayed up far in the back of a deep cave in some rim rock.

P.T. got the dogs tied up and crawled inside with his video camera to have a look.  Sure enough!  The big tom from the day before was once again bayed up by the hounds, and he was not in a friendly mood.  P.T. caught some video of the action while the rest of the hunters caught up.

Going into a cave after a lion is something most folks won’t even consider!  76 year old John didn’t bat an eye!  He got his pistol ready and said “If I end up leaving this world going after that lion in a cave, then that’s a heck of a lot better than other ways I can think of!”

Pistol in hand John got on his belly and began to inch his way in.  It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the darker environment of the cave, but when they did he readied his pistol for a shot.  Now you would have thought he was shooting a 50 caliber when that pistol went off inside the confines of that cave, but John didn’t flinch.  He slowly backed out and readjusted his eyes to the outside world.  His one shot did the lion in!

Now it was our turn.  If John was willing to go into the cave to shoot the lion, then we were willing to go back in and pull the lion out.  As P.T. pulled the lion out of the cave entrance, the size of the animal became apparent!  He looked big yesterday when they caught him and took pictures, and he somehow looked twice as big now.

Congrats John on a monster tom!

Travis's 7 East Bull

Travis Vincent left Sierra Vista on Thanksgiving Day and headed to Flagstaff to meet up with Bryant McGee and Clay Stephens for his unit 7 East late bull hunt.  Along for the ride and to watch the hunt was Travis's dad Boone, which had come down from Montana to celebrate an early Thanksgiving and go along on Travis’s elk hunt.

For Travis his hunt began when he heard his draw results over the phone.  He had finally drawn a rifle bull tag in Arizona!  Travis is employed with the U.S. Border Patrol, a job that takes up a large amount of his time.  He was still able to get in plenty of practice time with his rifle, and was ready when the time came to head north.

For Bryant and Clay, the hunt began weeks before the opening day.  At first things looked like it was going to be the usual tough unit 7 east hunt.  That is until Clay finally stumbled into an area that seemed to be overflowing with elk.  Bryant and Clay concentrated their efforts in this area with some days finding more than 200 elk.  There were days when they would see 29 bulls, the trick was finding the bull Travis had in mind.  Lots of average bulls with even more small bulls, and the occasional big bull. 

Right off the bat on the first day of the hunt Bryant glassed up a group of bulls that they had been trying to keep track of.  One small bull, two bulls that were borderline shooters for Travis, and one that was a no brainer.  From the get go, the bulls weren’t acting right, and as the four watched the bulls and brainstormed a plan of attack, two hunters appeared about 50 yards below the group.  The hunters had no idea the bulls were in the area as they hunted along the hillside, but it didn’t take long before the bulls blew out and were never found the rest of the hunt.

A short time later, another lone bull was glassed up.  This bull was in the thick cedars, but he was big enough to go after.  The stalk was a wash, but the hunters had a large group of cows and small bulls pass by single file within archery distance.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t a bull in the bunch that Travis wanted to wrap his tag on.

The next day found the hunters in the same area.  Like yesterday, a couple bulls were glassed up right off the bat but fed over a ridge before a decision was made whether or not one was a shooter.  Clay finally glassed up another small bunch of bulls that had a shooter in it.  These bulls finally fed over a ridge and a plan was made.  It took a long time for the group to make their way to where the bulls were last seen.  The small amount of snow on the ground showed the bulls were heading into some small canyons.  After around a couple of hours of tracking, the bulls stood up out of their beds looking at the hunters at 50 yards!  The largest of the three bulls was standing directly behind a cedar tree and left without ever giving Travis a shot!

Day three ended terrible.  The weather did not cooperate all day making glassing nearly impossible.  At one point the snow came down so bad the bunch decided to retreat into town for a warm meal.  Only a handful of elk were found this day, with a few small bulls, but no decent bulls were found.

Day 4 only had a little better weather. More elk were glassed up than yesterday, but they never saw a bull that got Travis excited.  Now moving to day 5, the last day Travis was going to be able to hunt.  First thing that morning a big bull was finally glassed up, but as Travis’s luck had proved so far, the bull was feeding into flat thick country.  The crew hiked in and began to track the big bull figuring they had to give it a try.  Eventually they kicked the bull out of his bed, but he was up and gone so quick that Travis never had a chance for a shot.  Frustration was trying to kick in when the bunch moved into an area that elk had bedding in the previous days.  A decision was made to have Travis and Bryant walk in and try to find a bull while Boone and Clay stayed back and glassed. 

About an hour into the walk, Bryant located a bull up feeding in a group of cedars.  The bull was a 5X5, and Travis decided he was going to take a shot.  The bull was feeding just over 100 yards away with no idea of the hunters presence when Travis readied for the shot.  There was no reaction from the bull when Travis’s rifle went off, but the dull “whomp” was enough evidence the bull was hit.  The bull began to walk forward.  Travis sent shot number two just as the bull began to tip over!  Things finally worked out, even though this wasn’t the monster Travis was hoping for, it was a great trophy that came at the end of a long hunt.