My Greatest Bowhunts: My First Crack At Elk: Part 3

On auto-pilot, I nocked an arrow and moved forward. In a moment forever frozen in time, I spotted antlers moving close on my right side — yanking my bowstring back, I scanned for an opening. Seeing my chance, I quickly focused on ribcage, instantly releasing my bowstring. A few seconds later, after the sound of crashing elk had faded in the distance, I found myself finally regaining my senses. Had I just bow-killed my first elk, and a big bull, at that?

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My Greatest Bowhunts: My First Crack At Elk: Part 1 Of 5

Little did I know, but when I loaded my old Ford 30-plus years ago, and headed for the high country of Colorado for the first time to bowhunt elk, I was planting seeds that would blossom into a lifelong passion. Follow along with me as I relate the details of my first bowhunt for elk in this five-part series.

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Weather Squashes Annual Coues Hunt: Part 2

When my alarm clock sounded, I awoke groggily. Even though it was the first morning of my January Coues hunt, I found it hard to abandon the comforts of a warm sleeping bag — however, the lure of good bowhunting action motivated me to do so. I grabbed my pack and swung the door of the trailer open … a cold, wet wind hit me, shocking me into sharp reality … a full-blown blizzard was in progress!

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Weather Squashes Annual Coues Hunt: Part 1

For 20 years now, I’ve made an annual pilgrimage to the desert southwest each January to bowhunt Coues deer. Such being the case, late-December 2012 found me, my wife Peggie, and our
dog Lulu, loading up our camping trailer in search of warmer climes. Follow along on this adventure, as the original “DIY Guy” dives in head first to another “self hunt” — one where things don’t turn out as hoped, or expected.

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Pursuing Prairie Gobblers: Part 3

The dawning of our third day in the plains of South Dakota found me eager to enjoy even more of the peace and quiet of the surrounding countryside. I jumped into my truck and headed out for a day of exploration. Heading north, there was a method to my madness — an area of high mesas, canyons and rolling foothills, lingering in the distance.

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Pursuing Prairie Gobblers: Part 2

After one day spent along the Niobrara River of north-central Nebraska, I found myself with a turkey tag already filled. Deciding that it was time for a change of scenery … the Claypool clan was rolling down the road, heading north into South Dakota.

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Pursuing Prairie Gobblers: Part 1

Springtime is a wonderful time of the year; after months of hibernation, nature finally awakens with vigor, putting on a show fit for a king. Warm winds blow, green grass grows and amorous male turkeys announce their approval of the entire show with booming gobbles. Antlers start hitting the ground in abundance, too, and every bowhunter worth his weight in venison should be afield for one reason or another.

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Whitetail Savvy For You: Part 7

In the final installment of this series, which is dedicated to “finding and
creating the perfect treestand,” please allow me to ramble
aimlessly, covering loose ends. Here we go … .

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Whitetail Savvy For You: Part 6

Picking up where I left off in the last installment of this series, please allow me to continue rambling about treestand access issues. Let’s explore some more fodder
on the topic, hopefully uncovering some useful ideas that will help us to put together some more of the pieces in the “perfect treestand” puzzle.

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