I couldn’t believe my eyes. When I checked the results in May of 2017 and realized that I had drawn a once-in-a-lifetime mountain goat tag, it felt too good to be true. I had always dreamed of drawing the coveted tag, but never expected it to happen at the young age of twenty-six.
How does a bowhunter respond when his dream animal has pinned him down, and is staring through his soul from twenty-two yards away? Slowly, the animal — uncertain of what he saw move — circles around the hunter’s crouched position.
Many people scoff at the idea of hunting anything but velvet antlered deer in the early season or love-sick bucks in the rut, but there are plenty of good hunting and scouting opportunities to be had in the later seasons and, as importantly, the post-season periods.
A quandary for many would be Alaska and Canada bound sheep, goat, and caribou hunters is what to do about stopping grizzly and brown bear attacks. Can a light, flat-shooting mountain game rifle also be an effective bear stopping rifle?
Growing up in the Appalachian Range of Pennsylvania, I’ve chased whitetails, turkeys, and coyotes my entire life. I never realized how lucky I was to live in the largest National Forest in Pennsylvania, and hunt public land “mountain” whitetails every year.
I never thought the day would come. I told myself I would never be one of them. But before I knew what had happened it was too late. The trap had sprung.
In today’s world of social media, on demand video and podcasts, there is no shortage of content catered to the hunter. Due to the sheer volume of information and entertainment being produced these days, it can be easy to get stuck in information overload.
As 2017 was winding down, the host of a network TV hunting show posted pictures of himself with a cougar he hunted and shot in Alberta. Hang on, here we go again. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…kaboom. Another social media hunting fiasco erupts.
I doubt there is any serious sheep hunter that does not know what a Marco Polo Argali is, even if he or she never intends or dreams of hunting one of these impressive rams. It is the longest horned sheep in the world and arguably the most famous of all the Asian sheep species.
To classify all hunters with one broad stroke of a brush would be akin to using the term “mammal” as a descriptor for every ungulate in British Columbia. Certainly this term is not incorrect; it simply lacks the appropriate nuance. Unsurprisingly, the majority of my friends are hunters, though some of them couldn’t be further apart in their views.