Friday, December 9, 2016

TRUCK BUCK

Every deer hunter dreams of taking a record whitetail buck and James Murphy, Fabius got his wish; but unfortunately it wasn’t with a gun/bow. He was headed home after a day of hunting in the Booneville area when Mr. Big Buck who James thinks was chasing a doe crossed in front of his truck that was traveling at about 40 mph and the deer died quickly. He called the police and when they arrived he chose to keep the buck and tagged it and dressed it out. He knew that this 15 pointer was big and decided to have it mounted. The taxidermist said it was the biggest buck he had seen in his 38 years in business. HOW BIG WAS HE? Using the Boone and Crockett scoring it measured nearly 200 inches. If you want to see it go to; http://noonanpics.blogspot.com/

My good friend and neighbor Dave Rooney, Saratoga, is another 70 year old deer hunter who has taken a big buck this season in the hills of Saratoga County. He spent many days scouting before he located signs of a group of deer in a swampy area of tall pines, hemlocks and spruce. Once the season started he spent sunup to sundown sitting patiently in this area. It was definitely an area where the bucks were rutting. When the snow came he was able to really focus on where the deer were traveling. It was about 3:30 p.m. looked over his shoulder and went eye to eye with a buck no more than 15 feet behind him.

Immediately the buck bolted and at about 30 yards his Remington 750  35 Whelan connected and the deer disappeared in the small beeches. Thinking he had missed he followed the tracks and 75 yards from when he had shot lay his trophy buck. “ Needless to say this this 71 year old hunter was elated with his success.” But the hunt wasn’t over yet. He was a half mile from his ATV; and was hoping he could get it up to his fallen buck. Fortunately he did and only had a 150 yard drag. Dave’s buck carried a 10 point rack with a 19 inch spread and tipped the scales at 180 pounds.



Monday, December 5, 2016

ANOTHER SENIOR DEER SLAYER
78 YEAR OLD JOHN HLADIK SHOT THIS 6 POINTER ON THE FAMILY HOMESTEAD IN FULTON COUNTRY WITH A REMINGTON MODEL 11OO 12 GAUGE. IT WAS THE BIGGEST TAKEN IN 62 YEARS.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

LADY GETS HER DEER



 Late October, I had been bowhunting an active scrape line in the Southern zone. I had been in a tree twice with my climber in an attempt to see that buck and scout the area for deer activity. It had been a few years since I last hunted here, but I knew the property well. The first morning I saw three deer out of range travelling through just after dawn heading towards bedding ground. The second morning nothing and no evening activity either. I gave it a rest.

I had a week’s vacation planned to go up north in the Adirondacks and hunt during the rifle season with family. Upon my return, my rifle tag unfilled, I went back to my bow and set up on that same southern zone scrape line which was still active. I made a plan for a morning hunt. It was a Sunday. My last day off before returning back to work. 

This time I climbed a tree closer to where I had seen the three deer cross in the weeks prior. Twenty yards off the scrape line and a hundred yards from pine bedding areas. That morning with my arrow nocked and ready, dawn was about to break. I peered down from my stand, checked for open shooting lanes, and slowly ranged my surroundings, a twenty yard circle. I only had a few hours to spare that day to hunt. I settled in and waited.

It was a quiet and frosty morning. The sky clear and sunrise came rising low on the horizon. I was facing east and I forgot to wear a billed cap under my fleece hat. I cursed myself for not thinking of it. A stand of tall hemlocks in the woods helped screen the early sun. As the temps rose above the freezing mark, I saw White breasted Nuthatches, Brown Creepers, Downy Woodpeckers and a mouse. No deer.

I had forgotten my phone, so I didn’t know the time. There was no deer activity. No coyotes or turkey. I thought it might be nearing 0930. I wanted to be done by 1000.  I was getting hungry and began thinking about that first morning cup of coffee. I was sure the deer would have been through by now to bed, so I looked around, coast was clear, no deer. I lowered my bow to the ground and started climbing down quietly. I said to myself, I’ll hunt as I walk out.

About halfway down the tree, something, whether noise or movement had me look to my left and I saw a buck 40- 50 yards out slowly trotting by coming from the pines. A nice buck! I quickly anchored my seat into the tree, hoisted up my bow, nocked an arrow, turned putting my back to the tree, and faced the buck that hadn’t broke stride and continued to trot away. I cupped my hand to my mouth and gave the best low grunts I knew how to make in order to entice this fella back! Nothing... no reaction! I had my commercial grunt call on doe estrus and I bleated twice. Nothing..! He kept moving uninterested and had even passed through downwind of me. I was only eight feet off the ground when I stopped climbing. He continued and crossed the stream. He travelled up a slope covered in honeysuckle thickets and stopped looking out ahead of him in his original direction of travel. I could only make out his silhouette...100+ yards. I grunted again! Nothing….I quickly hung my bow on my left arm, grabbed my homemade rattle bag from my cargo pocket, and gave four aggressive rattles with the bag.  I kept rattling and rattling. Finally, on the fifth or so rattle he turned his head back, listened, and did a roll away 180 degrees and started trotting back towards me on the path in
which he came. He closed that distance by half and I shoved the rattle bag back into my cargo pocket. I grasped my bow again with my left hand.  He came in about fifty yards from me slowing and looking for the fight. I tapped the rattlebag in my cargo pocket a couple of times to give him a signal to come my way. He didn’t take the scrape line trail on my left instead he travelled almost the same line in which he came, but the lasts taps worked and he angled my way. I slowly repositioned to the right as he moved closer and when his head passed by two big offset trees, I used it as a blind and drew back. I followed him bow fully drawn and gave a “baahhh” by mouth when I felt comfortable with the range. He stopped. I saw my lane,” broadside chest, release, good shot, chest!’ went through my head.  He ran about seventy 75 yards and went down. He broke off the arrow while running, double lunged with an exit wound. I had bagged a beautiful 8 point pre-rut buck. 158#

The hunt was memorable. I threw everything I knew at him in less than a minute and got him to turn back. I just kept thinking and doing. I would have been just as charged up if it was a spike. I got lucky on the mature buck it turned out to be. I thank the landowner for their generosity and the opportunity for this hunt.



Tuesday, November 29, 2016

NEVER TO OLD 

Around 10 years ago my son Kyle put a chair out in the woods for me to  sit 
 in when I went hunting. I sit in that chair to hunt to this very day.  On 
 November 21, 2016 I was sitting and spotted a doe to the right of me. I  
 heard a noise behind me and turned around to see what it was. There was this  
 huge buck. I took aim and shot at it. He went down and stayed down. I  was 
 totally amazed when I walked up to it. I could not believe how huge the  
 antlers were. This is the biggest buck I have ever shot and I am 70 years 
 old!!!  (11 POINTER WEIGHED IN AT 187)
 Took long enough, huh? 
 

Thursday, November 17, 2016

STEVE LaBARRON - AFRICAN HUNT




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At the 4-H Shooting Sports 17 th annual banquet and auction last April I sat at the table with my friend Steve LaBarron, Saratoga when he won the bidding on an African big game hunt with the Kuvhima (Run and Hunt) Outfitters. And what a hunt(s) he had. He arrived on July 1 and headed for the Free State Province. Here he took all 4 species of  Springboks to complete the Grand Slam. He took the Springboks and Blesbuck with a .223 Remington at around 300 yards and a Black Wildebeest at 275 yards with a 30-06.


 On the second day he travel 6 hours to the Limpopo Providence to the main 22,000 acre main lodge ranch. The next morning he shot a Nyala on a ledge 200 yards up a mountain with a .30-06 and watched it go down. But when they climbed up the mountain – no Nyala.  On the third day they spotted an Eland which Steve shot with a .30-06. They estimated the Eland’s weight to be 2600 pounds. On the last day just before dark they spotted the Nyala again but no luck. Then on August 20 th Steve got and email from the PH (professional Hunter) saying they finally caught up with the Nyala and put him down and that they would be shipping the head and cape to him. Steve told me that all his trophies made the Safari Club International Record Book. I am willing to bet that Steve will be bidding on this hunt at next year’s 4H Shooting Sports Banquet again. 

STEVE LaBARRON - AFRICAN HUNT




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At the 4-H Shooting Sports 17 th annual banquet and auction last April I sat at the table with my friend Steve LaBarron, Saratoga when he won the bidding on an African big game hunt with the Kuvhima (Run and Hunt) Outfitters. And what a hunt(s) he had. He arrived on July 1 and headed for the Free State Province. Here he took all 4 species of  Springboks to complete the Grand Slam. He took the Springboks and Blesbuck with a .223 Remington at around 300 yards and a Black Wildebeest at 275 yards with a 30-06.


 On the second day he travel 6 hours to the Limpopo Providence to the main 22,000 acre main lodge ranch. The next morning he shot a Nyala on a ledge 200 yards up a mountain with a .30-06 and watched it go down. But when they climbed up the mountain – no Nyala.  On the third day they spotted an Eland which Steve shot with a .30-06. They estimated the Eland’s weight to be 2600 pounds. On the last day just before dark they spotted the Nyala again but no luck. Then on August 20 th Steve got and email from the PH (professional Hunter) saying they finally caught up with the Nyala and put him down and that they would be shipping the head and cape to him. Steve told me that all his trophies made the Safari Club International Record Book. I am willing to bet that Steve will be bidding on this hunt at next year’s 4H Shooting Sports Banquet again.