I got off the plane yesterday thinking (& complaining) about how much I’d rather be in Alberta than the Texas heat. Then last night we got a cold front, dropping the temps to mid 40s!! 🎉
It’s pouring rain but we checked cams anyways, and I’m excited to see that all the does have kicked their fawns off. I’ve only got a couple weeks to fill my doe tags and I wouldn’t mind redeeming myself from the rough start of this season. If this rain will let up, I’m going to double check that my bow is on from the flight home and jump in the stand!! @vexiloutdoors @vanguardoutdoors
Also, no I don’t know what the heck I’m doing with my hand. Solid picture taking @followhisarrow 👌🏻 #IDontKnowWhatToDoWithMyHands#CheckingCams#WhatGetsYouOutdoors
Heading home today a day early 😑 🏔 it was wayyy too warm (18 degrees!) for October and the deer and moose were not moving... going to head out again later this month to see if we can fill that moose tag! #homebound#hunting#whatgetsyououtdoors . Will post photos later from the past few days!
Took Julia out for her first deer hunt the other night. We had 2 does, 3 fawns, and a spike pile in on us at 15 yards for 20 minutes. They came in slightly down wins of us and never blew but for skiddish.
It was a great first experience. I drew the bow on one of the doe but couldn't get an ethical shot. In hindsight a harvest may have spoiled a great first encounter for her.
It's awesome to share my passion for whitetail animals with my family. We will be going back out soon for another go at it.
When a saddle designed for minimalists becomes a tool belt with all of your hunting gear at your finger tips it may defeat the purpose.
This saddle is literally holding everything I need for a hunt minus a climbing method and platform, which I actually attach to the saddle when I'm walking in and out.
If I wasn't filming hunts I wouldn't even need a pack at all. I'm going to make a saddle dump out video soon of all the stuff I carry in the pouches.
And before all the weight frenzied people start busting on me, everything you see here is 5 lbs, which is bonkers once you see what's in the pouches.
Mule deer Monday. 🦌 I harvested my first buck back in 2014 in -17 degree weather. I actually got frostbite on my hands and am still recovering in that area of my hand. ❄️ Less than one month until west river rifle season!
Had a blast my first time pheasant hunting at the Minnesota Governor's Pheasant Opener in Luverne, MN this past weekend! Unfortunately we didn't come away with any birds, but it was a great learning experience with amazing people @strandoutdoors @mwoutdoor @jessbailey.243 @outdoorpris @modcarn @girlof10000lakes
From the moment I drew my New Mexico tag I knew It was going to happen this season. That optimism kept me positive for over a month as @grantharperdpt and I hiked countless miles across four different public land areas in two different states and experienced all types of weather conditions. Nothing was going to stop us. Not even the unexpected ATV access and hunting pressure we encountered in New Mexico. On the final day of the hunt we moved to the far western edge of the unit. With only fifteen minutes left of shooting light almost all hope was lost, but we came across a herd of elk. Grant let out a bugle and suddenly we hear branches breaking in the timber up the hillside from the herd. Grant whispers “it’s a bull!” I can’t see him from my angle, but I take this time to mentally prepare myself. I send up a quick prayer and try to control my breathing. Then about 120 yards through the aspen and spruce trees a bull steps into the clearing and I immediately know he is a shooter. I cock the hammer back on my gun waiting for a clear shot. After a few steps my sights settle behind his shoulder and I squeeze the trigger. Smoke goes EVERYWHERE. Elk scatter as I am squinting through the smoke trying to lay eyes on the bull. I needed to see him. I needed to lay my hands on him before I could let myself get too excited. I fumbled quickly reloading my muzzleloader like I have numerous times before. My hands shaking as adrenaline rushes though me. Through his binos Grant sees his head fall back and my bull takes his final breath. Grant is more tore up than I am hugging me and reassuring me the bull is down, and that I had done it! I am a bundle of emotions as I grab my phone with shaking fingers trying to call my dad. When I knelt down beside this massive animal I had tears in my eyes as I ran my fingers over his beautiful hide and gripped his antlers. We thanked the Lord for this amazing opportunity as we knew the real work was about to begin. We were able to FaceTime both my family and Grant’s family on the mountain to share in our pure excitement and bliss. I couldn’t have asked for a better first elk. 100% public land with only my husband. We had done It - again!!!