As we go from shrub-to-shrub I feel my heart-rate quicken, reaching the final arctic willow, I get into a better shooting
position. The bull stands, and proceeds to shake off, still unaware of our presence. The moment of truth was suddenly at hand. This caribou bow hunt in the Northwest Territories was a dream come true!
Our guide suddenly drops to the ground; a group of bulls are on a collision course straight for us! I quickly set-up for a possible shot. The guide ranges one of the bulls at 43 yards and I quickly draw and focus my pin, release, and my arrow hits true!
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My eyes continually scan the woods for any movement, then all of
sudden I see this buck coming towards me, working the scrape line, in a slow trot! He stops behind a tree, and he needs to move two steps ahead to my shot window. But he’s got me pegged now, and is only 20 yards away!
My dad Tim and I are at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport and waiting for our 11:40 a.m. flight to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. We are headed about 950 miles northwest to the town of Carrot River, and my long-awaited, first black bear hunt. I am 12 and can’t wait to get a crack at a bear with my bow!
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I waited for the buck to enter my shooting lane. I drew back slowly, picked a hair on his vitals, and released the arrow. He had just taken a step forward when I shot so the arrow may have deflected off a small branch; however, the shot was dead center back in the vitals!
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It was Thanksgiving Day, and as usual for this time of the year, I had a cold so I didn’t plan on going hunting. I noticed it started to snow, and feeling energized by a hot breakfast, thought it might be a great day to spend in a new treestand location. I’m 12, have bowhunted quite a bit, and was looking forward to hunting that day. Not long after I sat down, two young does came by my stand, and then I saw an 8-point buck come up the trail!
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The temperature warmed to 42 degrees that late November day in 2005. I was just getting over a major two-week-old cold, and couldn’t wait to get in my treestand. The mother doe saw me, stepped back, and then ran away, but one yearling walked slowly away. The other stopped and smelled the wick at 14 yards. As I went to full draw, I grunted and she stopped and looked left and right. I let the arrow go!
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