I waited until he turned his head and looked over his other shoulder, drew and let my arrow fly.
Gemsbok, African game in New Mexico. Big animals with a bad attitude and a small kill zone.
Tink Jackson takes to the desert after the elusive Coues deer and isn’t disappointed with the challenge.
As winter loosens its chilling grip and gives way to spring, I become filled with excitement for the upcoming turkey season. Each spring I am blessed with the opportunity to take youth hunters out on their first turkey hunts.
Javelina numbers in New Mexico have exploded in the last ten to fifteen years and they range all over the southwest corner of the state. Travel any direction on any road and you have a really good chance of running into a herd of them.
I slowly walked around the knob and there the basket horned buck stood! Not in with the group, but positioned where he could see them, and I was close.
I always find it interesting to talk to other hunters and observe how their measure of a “trophy” animal changes throughout their hunting career.
Each New Year brings the start of public license application process across the west.
Fall is a very special time to be out in the mountains. The cool mornings and warm afternoons bring with them a change in color within the trees and a smell in the air that is unforgettable. I love this time of year.
After a few miles and tons of bugles, it was back to camp to prepare for the evening in the ‘honey hole’.
My 2011 elk hunt started in late September, right at the conclusion of 15 days of rain in an area that had been dry all summer.
Let’s face it; the youth of today ARE the hunters and sportsman of tomorrow. I have the distinct pleasure of taking several youth hunters out on their first hunt each year. What a great time it is to see the expressions of these boys and girls out in the field soaking in all the sights, sounds and smells. Not every hunt is successful with a harvest, but every single one of them is successful in the memories created.
We often hear that there are support groups for almost anything out there so I have decided to come clean. Hello, my name is Michael, and I’m an elkaholic. I live all year long for elk season. I am so addicted that I even start counting down the days till the following years elk season as soon as the current season closes. Hunting for elk with a bow on public land can be one of the most challenging hunts I can think of, but also one of the most rewarding. It is both physically and mentally draining. It takes a lot of dedication and hard work to be successful at hunting elk on public land with preparations being an ongoing process.
Most of my fondest memories from my childhood can all be tracked back to days in the field hunting with my father. Every hunt I can recall includes great memories of time shared with the man that taught me all I know about the outdoors and wildlife. My father recently passed away after a battle with cancer.
I was taught early on in my hunting career the meaning of ethics and respect for fellow sportsman and the game I was pursuing. The teachings and guidance of my Grandfather and Step Dad in those early years still hold true to me today as if I was just learning them.