My final year of college hunting season

Kodiak

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This is a long read but it was a heck of a season for a few college kids.
I am finally writing down my hunting season from the fall and thought I would share it with you guys. I am originally from Alaska and grew up watching shows like Eastman’s where people were hunting the “normal” North American species. Ever since those days I have wanted to kill an elk with a bow. This years is my senior year at Montana State University and with Montana’s College student hunting combo in my pocket, I decided this was the year I was gona do it. I had been planning it for some time, so I loaded up with 20 credits in the spring semester so I would be able to take a light 12-credit load in the fall and still graduate on time. I worked all summer up in Alaska, but as soon as I got back to Montana in August the game was on.

I started out the season with a friend who had an archery antelope tag, we had several great stalks and he took a shot at a nice buck just under 50 yards but we were unsuccessful (until after the elk season) but it was great practice on stalking with a bow. Before we knew it September 6 had rolled around and it was the opening day of archery season. The Montana college student combo is a great deal for out of state college kids, giving them a general deer and elk license as well as upland game bird and fishing for only $80, but its starts a week after the general season starts, so the first weekend I was the designated caller.

Opening morning I was with three friends and right off the bat we had several bulls bulging all around us. We called one bull , A small 5x5, into about 20 yards of one of my friends twice but he never had the chance to draw. Seeing 5 more bulls that day followed that experience but we could never make it happen.

At this point I should tell you, we are not trophy hunting. We are 4 college-aged kids looking to have some fun and fill the freezer.

The next morning we split in to two groups and headed out. The buddy I was will set up next to a wallow and I went back a ways and started raking with a few bugles and before we knew it we have a nice 6x6 on a string headed right for us. He made it to 20 yards of my friends who was at full draw, but before he could get a clear shot, the bull cut out tracks that we came in on and whirled around. He was gone as quickly as he appeared. We were bummed but could hear another bull raking off in the distance so I continued to call. The bull came in and turned out to be two rag horn bulls together. They came in backwards so they were about 30 yard from me and 50 from my buddy. I laid behind a log for about 15 minutes until they walked out of sight of me. We quickly adjusted and called one of the rag-horns to about 30 yards, where my buddy made a great shot. The bull pilled up less than 100 yards from us. We were ecstatic. We called our other friends and the helped us quarter and pack out the bull.

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Kodiak

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The next weekend it I had my bow in hand and I decided that the first bull that was in shooting range was going to get shot. The four of us headed out and had a somewhat uneventful morning. We split into two groups mid day. Me and the friend that had tagged out the morning before moved into a dark patch of north facing timber that was so thick, the largest opening we could find was 20 yards wide. We set up and started cow calling. A few minutes later I heard the cracking of sticks just on the other side if the clearing. I drew and a spike bull walked right in front of me. He was at 12 yards when I let the arrow go. Thwack! He took off breaking down a few small trees on his way out of the clearing. We waited an hour to track him but he didn’t even make it 70 yards before bedding down and expiring. There was snow on the ground and we got all the quarters cooled down in no time. Again the four of us quartered and packed the bull out in on load. That spike is possibly the best game animal I have ever eaten.

The next day with two of us tagged out, we split up into two groups. This time my friend’s wife decided to come along for the day. We decided to stay low and take it easy as we were all a little sore from the day before. We made three setups without a sound from anything in the woods. My friends wife had been staying back with me and calling, but on the 4th set up, she sat in a pile of logs where she could see her husband. The first cow call I made, a bull bulged back from about 200 yards out. I looked at my friends wife and her eyes were about the size of pie plates. I adjusted and stated cow calling and bulging while walking way from the bull. A few minutes later I heard a crash in the drainage below me. I looked down to see a nice 5x6 bull running with an arrow sticking out of him. The it was my friends fist elk ever and his wife got to watch the hole thing from about 30 yards away. The shot was a far back so we waited three hours. The bull made it about 300 yards before falling over. We are all amazed. This made three bulls in 8 days.

The next weekend the last of the 4 of us stuck the heaviest 4x4 I have ever seen. And just like that. The 4 of us had tagged out in the first three weeks of the season. We will probably never get that lucky again.

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Kodiak

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With the start of rifle season I had big mulies on the mind. I made the long drive to eastern MT three weeks in a row and met up with a friend who also had the mulie fever. We say a ton of bucks. My friend ended up taking a really nice mulie the second week we were out after making a great spot through the scope. Can you find the Buck? He is right in the middle of the scope.

The last weekend of the season came and I still had my buck tag. It had been unusually warm but on the second to last ay of the season we woke up and it had changed from 40 and raining to -15 with light snow over night. We headed out and 10 minutes into the hunt we saw a nice buck. Upon further inspection we found it was a whitetail, a really nice white tail. Without hesitation I took the 200 yard shot and was lucky enough to find my mark. We gutting the buck and were back in the warm cabin by 9 o’clock. All in all it was a fantastic season. I filled the freezer and even managed to pass all my classes that semester. It was a year to remember that is for sure.
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A few more photos from the season
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The blood trail from my spike, Not to hard to track.
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