White Knuckle Road Mule Deer – Oregon

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 257 Weatherby 120 gr. Gameking – 50 foot shot!

This was a great hunt with some fond memories, one coming from my taxidermist.  His comment came as surprise to me “bubba, couldn’t you guys find the big buck!”

I remember my first kill with my 257 Weatherby MK V Left-Handed custom rifle and what happened to the rifle after the first kill.   I had been up at Wild Bill Campbell’s place on East Birch Creek Rd, outside of Pilot Rock, OR. I had just killed a big Black Bear down in California Gulch up off of Pearson Creek.   We had gotten the bear back to the cabin and Bill had asked to see my new fancy Weatherby.   He took out a pocket knife and turned the rifle upside down and said to me “bubba, this rifle will have a lot of kills and I need to mark it for you.”   About that time Wild Bill notched the butt stock pad of the rifle.   I know sometime later that I had more than 30 notches in the butt stock pad of that rifle. So with fond memories and trying follow Wild Bill’s first notch, I took this nice buck with the 257 Weatherby.   I shot the buck so close, that I took off a dead run and did not notice the half down barbwire fence of yester year about 50 feet in front of me.   I and the Weatherby ran into the fence and had a nice landing; I also ruined a great pair of worn Levis.

Kona Goat Hunt – Last Minute Billie

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Spanish Goats can come in many color variations.

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They don’t always spend their time down in the canyons!   

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                     Spanish Goat – Kona, Hawaii

Taken at 600 yards – 257 Weatherby -120gr. Gameking

“Guys, I am going to miss the plane”  “No worry bro, we will take care of it”  My guide was now driving in excess of 80 miles per hour on a twisting road back to Hilo, Hawaii.
One can only imagine what was going through my mind at that time.
I had been hunting with a couple of local Hawaiian Fireman that worked at the airport in Hilo.  They had arranged a goat hunt on thelarge ranch above Kona.  I was on my two days off while on my 21 days of active duty with the Naval Security Group Command at Wahiawa.  If I had missed movement (back on duty), I surely would have been up for Captain’s Mast, the U.S. Navy as no mercy for missing movement.
It had been one heck of a hunt looking for Goats.  During the daytime the goats spend their time in deep narrow rugged canyons.  One wonders how they can find a way out and I know that none of us wanted to venture down into them.
It had been really late into the afternoon when goats started to emerge from the canyons.
I had a 6:30PM flight back to Oahu and it was now 3:30PM as the two goats appeared in the direction that we would have to travel back to the truck, which was about 3 miles away.  Plus the fact that it was more than 60 miles back to the Hilo Airport!

I quickly lay down in the prone position and took rest on the black Billie and made the shot.  “Bubba shoot the other billie too!”  I missed the brown Billie that was on the move with the black Billie going down.  The distance was right at about 600 yards and the wind was blowing as it always does in the ridges above Kona.  The boys could not believe that I had made the first shot and dropped the Billie in his tracks.  Good thing that I did not get both of them.  It would have been a tough pack out with two Goats.

Oregon Texas Dall Ram – Ashwood, OR

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Taken at 200 yards – Post Hollow – 257 Weatherby 

I remember Dynamo’s comment to me “Bubba, I think you could have shot a bigger ram, like the one I got”  Little did Dynamo realize that the Texas Dall (Corsican) Ram that I shot at 200 yards cross canyon would have a net score 105 (Gold Medal) would be the largest free ranging Texas Dall Ram ever shot in Oregon.  Al and I had glass a herd of rams and eves for about an hour as they maneuvered their way to us.  I had lots of time to decide on the type and size or ram that I wanted to shoot.

It had a been a virgin trip into Little Trout Creek, near Ashwood, OR.  We had gotten permission to hunt the Darrel Friend Ranch.  The sheep had a range of about 20 miles that they would move within from ranch to ranch and BLM.   During a spring run-off I watch sheep jump and swim across a river.  We had been the first persons other than family that got the opportunity to hunt this ranch.

Again this ban of sheep and other exotics had been turned loose some twenty years before this hunt by “Old Harry”.  He had found ranchers that would be willing to let him turn them loose for future use of paid hunting.  “Old Harry” just got to old to see where his dream went.

Oregon Aoudad Hunt in Devil’s Canyon “Bwana Bubba”

“John, this Frank from Portland and I am in the sporting goods business , I understand that you have free ranging Aoudads running around on your place?”  “Yes I do”!  “What can I do for you, I don’t let anyone except family hunt my ranch?”  “Just wondering if you are into horse trading?”  “What do you have to offer?”  “Well I would probably like to know what you would really like to have for the opportunity for me hunt your place for an Aoudad Billie.”  “How about a mastercase of 22LR.” “John, consider it done, anything else you might want!”

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LCDR AL Murray with my Billy shot at 650 yards with 257 Weatherby.

About two weeks later Al an old Navy buddy and myself showed up with a master case of 22 Long Rifle ammo and a Kershaw Knife. “I doubt that you boys are going to find any goats this late in the afternoon, but go ahead and try up in Devil’s Canyon, just follow the dirt road and take left before the creek and it will get you up there.”

Junior’s Grizzly Unit Elk Hunt – Antelope, OR

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Brian Henninger – PGA Tour Player – W/JR

“Dad, your crazy”   were the words that came from my son’s mouth on an elk hunt in the Grizzly Hunt Unit, in Oregon.  This all came about because I was pushing him too hard to get on a big bull that we had spotted earlier around 1300 from about a mile out.  Plus the fact that I had just passed up shooting one of three branch bulls that we come upon while making the stalk.  Jr. could not understand why dad would not shoot a bull broadside at 150 yards and just standing there for the longest time. (Real reason I was breathing so hard from walk up out of a draw, and being at a bad angle I could not get a clear shot)  We had caught this group of elk at surprise and they were bewildered for the most part.  I just let them walk off; we had a bigger fish to fry! 

On this elk hunt, I had my son, his friend Brandon and myself for the most part and we were hunting the breaks of the John Day River in the BLM.  I did have Mike an old  hunting partner in the immediate area, but he was hunting a another unit to the north this season.  The first day of the hunt we were socked in with fog. Visibility was about 300 yards, with no breaks in the weather. Spotted a number of dandy mule deer bucks, but elk were lacking.  On the second day we were still socked in with fog, but things were about to change.  My old buddy hunting the other unit had hiked up on top of the Buttes and gave a call on the Motorola, “bubba it’s clear at the Saddle”.  Ok! I thought we can work our way down into the “Saddle” above the river.  Then over the Motorola came call from someone else other than Mike, who said “Hey Frank where are you”!  Told Mike “go to alternate channel” now!  So we go to the alternate channel, not thinking that we would still get scanned as I was asking Mike “who was that”.  “Don’t know Bubba”.  Then all of a sudden the person came back on the new channel and said “Hey Frank you dummy, this is BHH”, then I replied “What you doing”, his reply was “were up here in the sun with at least 1/2 dozen bulls in the bino’s, how long before you guys can get up here”.  BHH was the early name that I would use with Brian Hennniner.  It wasn’t very long before we set out on a single 4X4 quad cross country from the BLM to get an opportunity to hunt the Smith Ranch. It did take two hours to go 7 1/2 miles uphill to get and his brother John who were hunting the Smith Ranch.  I had line Brian Henninger and his brother John Henninger up the year before to hunt the Smith Ranch for Elk and Deer. The temperature went from about 39 degrees at the river level to 68 degrees by the time we got to Brian.  Having arrived upon Brian (I really like to call him 257 Bad) and his brother John, they were busy glassing the hills for elk.  Brian said to me “Frank you glass long enough the hills come alive”.  How true that statement was, anyone that who takes hunting seriously, know that to find game effectively, you need to glass long and hard in open country hunting.  Within about 10 minutes I spot a extremely arge bull about a mile off up on a shallow swale, the hunt was on.

Brian Henninger does find the time to enjoy the outdoors during the off season from PGA Tour.  It is always a pleasure to talk about hunting with him.

 

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Dad W/JR’s Rocky Mtn. Bull – 340 Gross

South Wagontire Record Class Pronghorn – Antelope

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This 85 B & C was taken in Oregon at 165 yards 

“Bubba we can camp at the XL Spring for the hunt”.  The plan was to make the final scouting of the day in a seeding near Lake Abert.  Plans A, B,  & C had been set for the next day hunting and we wanted to get once last Pronghorn – Antelope scouting trip of the day done.  We were burning daylight and didn’t want to lose any opportunity we could have on this hunt.  The past two days of scouting had been quite satisfying for Rod and myself.  We had come up with three game plans on dandy Pronghorn – Antelope bucks.  Plan A had been our last place before the Lake Abert seeding trip,  it had been a long ways into the Plan A spot and rough navigating getting there.

We had hunts planned by the size of the Pronghorn Antelope that we had found.

One being near Diablo Mtn., which is on the back side of Summer Lake, another being up in the northern part of the hunt unit at St. Patrick Butte, and the last one was near the airstrip out near Paisley off the Red Barn Rd.

 We did not want to disturb the herd and keep our distance out about a mile from a ridge-line that allowed us to view the animals that were watering without being detected.

Cobra’s Grizzly Unit Monster Mule Deer

 
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In 1985 this was the Number 1 Archery Buck out of Oregon! 
Held that post for 5 years, now ranks # 6 in Oregon.  Records are meant to be BROKE!
Oregon Mule Deer buck had a Gross score of 197 P&Y- Net of 190. 

“Dave, you’re not going to believe it!” I said to my friend. “that fellow in the Bronco was right-that buck has got to be 31 inches wide! I’m going back! He’s just feeding in a shallow basin on top of the knob!”

Thus began my dream stalk.

The Oregon archery season was coming to a close in three days. I’d passed up many smaller bucks during the season, trying to find a real “booker”. Now it was performance time.

I made a quick call to Dave because I knew I could count on him to go on a mission with me. I told him we could make a Saturday afternoon hunt over on the breaks of the John Day River in central Oregon.

The final weekend of the season also happened to be my drill weekend with the U.S. Naval Reserve. Luckily, I only had to spend half of Saturday and Captain’s Call was out at 1130. I made it to Dave’s place just past noon in Sandy, Oregon.

There was a two-hour drive to the mountains, leaving us about six hours maximum for hunting.

On the way to the Bureau of Land Management land, we spotted a small herd of mule deer, with five bucks. All looked pretty nice, and I decided to try taking a few photos. They were in the 23 to 25 inch class with one respectable four point at about 28 inches. At 5:00 p.m., we reached the B.L.M. land on the west side of the John Day River.

This was truly the year of archery mule deer hunting that I could say, “you should have seen the ones that got away!”

190 P & Y Grizzly Unit Mule Deer

This buck hangs in the Sportsman’s Warehouse in Portland, Oregon

Crooked River Ranch – Peninsula, OR Mule Deer

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