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Manuel Big Blacktail Buck Hunter

A man with the knowledge and habits of Blacktail Deer

Hey Frank’

Manny knows what Big Blackies are and I have seen a few of his bucks!
Manny knows what Big Blackies are and I have seen a few of his bucks!

I just wanted to give you a firsthand account of the late archery deer hunt for the Rogue Unit, this was my second year I participated in this hunt, last year was a charm seen tons of good buck and a few whoppers also.  This year was way different; you see I hunt down on the south slope of the SiQ’s (Siskiyou) near Agate Flats which is surrounded by the Soda Mountain National Monument.  I grew up round there so I am quite familiar with this deer herd.

It appears the word has gotten out, that there has been some great bucks coming from this area and I can tell you first hand by all the people who showed up to hunt this area, the word is truly out about the Soda Mountain Wilderness area.  

Sad Part is; this area will not and cannot sustain that kind of hunting pressure, the bucks I seen this year barely seemed to be rutting but more like running from the pressure, the monument is only a few thousand acres and there was approximately 25 to 30 people hunting it the whole late season, the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife need to take a good hard look at this areas late season and put some restrictions on it otherwise we’ll have the same problem with the Blacktails we have with the Mulies

Thanx Manny G’

Jake’s 1st Washington Blacktail

A hunting trip into the alpine country at Mt. Adams left us empty handed!    

Jake with his first Blacktail Buck from the State of Washington, near La Center, Washington!
Jake with his first Blacktail Buck from the State of Washington, near La Center, Washington!

I love to be in the woods or on the water, so when my wife Crystal and daughter Grace and I moved from Juneau Alaska back to Vancouver Washington, I felt lost for the outdoors.  People tell me all the time that the Northwest is full of opportunity for adventure and I smile and nod.  Those people never lived in the playground that I lived in.   I have heard it said that when young people experience Alaska it ruins them for the rest of their lives, and I agree.  At some point we will return to the last frontier, but for now I am committed to not be complacent and enjoy the amazing beauty that the Northwest has to offer.   If you haven’t been to Alaska to experience adventure, wait until you are old and grey so you don’t have a huge desire to pack your whole life and move tomorrow.   This is my story of trying to find the ghost of the woods in Washington.  Known by hunters all over the world as one of the most elusive large game animals, the black tail deer leaves many tags unfilled every year.

The adventure began with my friend Seve and I doing some scouting past Carson Washington up in the hills at alpine elevation.   Seve and his wife Lauren moved here from Juneau Alaska as well and Seve and I worked together at the local Ford dealership in sales.   The couple days we were camped out pre-season it was pouring rain and we didn’t see any animals, but lots of fresh sign.   Seve drove up there one more time prior to our much anticipated hunting trip and he found an even better area with lots of sign and good places to tent camp.  The stage was set all we needed to do was do the best we could to find the ghost.

We left on Sunday night after our work shifts ended.   We stopped at the local gas station for some fire wood and snacks and we both vowed to remember this trip.  Seve and I would talk for hours about missing Alaska and how the city was creating a feeling of being caged.  Leaving to drive to the mountains left us both feeling like we were home again.  We arrived at night and set up camp in the dark and built an epic fire.  We both enjoyed the fire so much, and the whiskey, that we stayed up late and it was hard waking up early.  We woke up and were off, but we had misjudged the time and missed our window of darkness.  When we got to the meadow it was already light and we both felt like we ruined our chance of seeing movement.   Through the course of the couple days of hunting it seemed like whether we were hunting the woods, meadows, or alpine clearings, we were minuets too late.  The entire area was filled with fresh sign and we didn’t see a single deer.   After hours of sitting in the woods on the final morning of hunting I was convinced that a tree near me was a deer. The tree branches and bushes around it made me think it was huge; needless to say it was wishful thinking.  The next morning I was processing through the trip while Seve was on a plane to Juneau to hunt on a remote island near Gustavus.   I wasn’t sure if I was going to have another opportunity this season as I have family obligations and a short deer season.

I was talking with coworkers about the hunting trip and my friend and sales manager Kevin Kotrous, started telling me about the multiple deer he was seeing on his property in the La Center area.  He leases out acreage to a vineyard so the deer were coming in eating the grape vines.  I started asking immediately to come hunt his property but was promptly denied because the deer were becoming more like pets to Kevin’s family.  They were also concerned about me using a rifle and when we looked into the law it turns out that GMU 564 is a no rim fire or center fire zone.  I used some salesmanship and let Kevin know I would be using my 20 gauge shotgun with deer slugs.  I also had to promise not to shoot any smaller bucks, and to split the meat.  I agreed to all the terms. Kevin pulled his property up on Google maps and showed me where the deer were coming from and where I should set up in the morning.   I knew that I would have a great opportunity so I maximized it by purchasing some deodorizer spray from Dead Down Wind and I was set.

I was up at 3:00am and to Kevin’s property by 4:00am.  I soaked myself in the spray from head to boots, and I also applied some camouflage face paint.  I walked through the dark rows of vines to the spot that Kevin had showed me on the map, but I was concerned that since it was dark I may not pick the right spot.  I found an indentation in some blackberry bushes and I sat down. It was lightly raining and the sun was not going to come up until 7:00am, I was in for a long wait.  I would adjust positions carefully when my legs would lose all feeling.  The entire time I was sitting very aware of my noise and breathing.  I eventually found that sitting cress cross was more comfortable as I was haven to lean slightly forward because the blackberry bushes were very loud when they would stick to my coat and not pleasant.   The other part of this equation is that I only had a small zone I could fire into because Kevin’s house was directly in front of my position across the field. I was also nervous about using my dad’s childhood 20 gauge shotgun as it only has two beads to aim with and I didn’t have an opportunity to sight it in.  I was in and out of sleep when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.  I was startled to see two does within about 10 feet of where I sat.  My heart was racing and the deer were just staring at me.  I remembered what my friend Frank Biggs (the great Bwana Bubba) told me and I closed my eyes.  It felt like minuets but it was really only a few seconds I opened them and the deer were eating grape vines no more than 15 yards in front of me.  The deer had not been able to determine what I was and they deemed me no threat.   I counted three more does that came by me the same way and each time I closed my eyes and put my head down and the deer just continued on eating as if I was not even there.  I had been in the blackberry bush over two hours and my body hurt but I was rushing with adrenaline I had never been this close to Blacktail deer.   I was startled by a loud snorting sound coming from behind me and I became very alert.  I was peering through the edge of the blackberry bushes when I saw a beautiful sight, at no more than six feet from where I sat a nice sized two by two buck staring at me.   This buck was more intent on me than the does and I shut my eyes and put my head down.  My heart was going so fast and I felt my left hand shaking.  The buck was in line with Kevin’s house so I couldn’t even put my gun up to my shoulder until the buck was in a better position; I felt it may not happen.  I kept my eyes low looking at his hooves and he began to eat the leaves off the grape vines.  A few minutes went by and this buck walked back toward me and away from the house.  I raised my dad’s trusty shotgun and the buck froze in his tracks.  The impossible had happened I had a beautiful shooter buck at less than 15 yards broadside.  I aimed my two beads behind his front shoulder and I fired.  I saw blood spray out as the buck turned to run into the woods, I had a clean shot.

A short after the harvest video!   PRESS HERE The deer where still coming around after the hunt!

I stood up very shaky and full of adrenaline and I heard Kevin’s voice from his bedroom window, “did you get him”?   I didn’t realize it but Kevin was in his room with binoculars watching all the does file through and right when he had started getting ready for work he had heard the gun shot.   He walked me down a hot cup of coffee which I was extremely happy for.  We followed the blood trail into the woods until I couldn’t find any more.  Kevin was out ahead of me walking through the woods drinking his hot coffee like a captain surveying the battle field and then he found the buck.   Kevin had me pose for the picture with my first black tail buck and it was a proud moment.   Kevin then turned and said,” I am off to work, have fun”.   That was when the real work began.

The moral of this story is that going after deer of any kind in the mountains is a magical experience, if you find them.  I learned that by gaining access to private property I was able to see more and tag out for the year.  I was still able to drop the meat by the butchers and get to work only an hour late.   Frank Biggs then helped me dress out the scull.  I am appreciative to my friends at work and to Kevin for letting me hunt his property.

Average Joe’s Oregon Blacktail Muzzleloader Hunt

This is a great story written by David aka “Average Joe”!  It is about the love of hunting, success and making new friends!   Bwana Bubba

Average Joe tries a Smoke Pole

After last year’s Antelope trip to Wyoming I decided to keep it close to home this year and try to take a nice Blacktail.  This is not as easy as it sounds – these deer are not known as timber ghosts for nothing.  I’ve taken a couple of forkhorns in the past, but nothing bigger than that.   Any buck that made it past his first rifle season is a cagey customer, sticking to the thick stuff and mostly nocturnal – except during the rut.

Bubba hunts as an archer and a fair part of his season is during the rut, but us rifle hunters are out of the woods well before that.  Except… turning to the Oregon Tag Guide, there are a couple of black powder rut hunts in southern Oregon that do not take a dump-load of points to draw.  Also, a couple years ago Bubba introduced me to a Mike, who lives down in that area and might be willing to help me get my bearings.

First step was to get a proper rifle for this hunt.  I settled on a Knight Bighorn, the version that is OR and WA legal meaning it has exposed ignition, no shotgun primers, no pellets, and iron sights.  This was a pretty easy choice as it is stainless / synthetic so it will handle wet weather and has a crisp light trigger with no creep, but the double safety is a bit… different.  I had it CeraKoted to make it extra waterproof.  The notch and blade sights proved problematic as I’m almost 50 and my eyes are not what they were.  This problem was solved with a Williams peep sight.  Time to hit the range!

This rifle did not like round balls.  Past 50 yards the accuracy went off the rails.  I’m told this is because a 1/26 twist is meant for slug and not ball.  Fortunately Thompson maxi hunters shot well in it.  I got it sighted for 75 yards and put a fair bit of time into practicing from field positions to the point where I knew what I could hit and and from what positions out to 100 yards, which was about my limit without a scope.

I talked to the area USFS biologist and he was kind enough to send me a map with some of his suggested areas circled.  Common theme –  South facing slopes with benches.  This being a late November hunt, chances were that many deer would already be concentrating on their winter range.

Mike knew some great places to hunt in this unit and not only offered to scout it with me but was willing to go along on the hunt if his work schedule allowed for it.  Mike is a fine gentleman who not only knows the area extremely well but he is also experienced at hunting thick brushy country and is a world class marksman.  He and his wife Cristine even offered to let me stay at their place during scouting and hunting trips.  They are wonderful people and I can’t thank them enough.

In early October we hit the road to scout and over two days covered over 200 miles of gravel roads and trails.  We saw few deer, but the biologist had told me not to expect them to be in the lower elevations until mid-November.  We marked 6 places that looked encouraging on the GPS.  Mike explained to me his method for rattling in Blacktails.  I had heard about this but never seen it done.  Would this really work?  I sensed Mike might be a bit skeptical about black powder gear (big slow bullets, iron sights and over a minute to reload).  I have seen Mikes skill as a hunter firsthand and could see he was confident – I just hoped I could hold up my end when the time came.

The week before I was headed down to hunt, Mike and Cristine put out some trail cams in an area we had marked as promising.  They saw lots of does while putting out the cams and one nice three point was on camera when they picked them up a few days later.

On of the bucks in the area!
On of the bucks in the area!

 

Saturday morning had us headed down off a USFS road, down into some oak draws leading to an open meadow in a creek bottom.  We set up back into the oaks and got comfortable and Mike went to work.  He checked the wind with his bottled smoke – very squirrely wind, changing direction frequently.  Then he got out some big shed antlers and started crashing and banging them together, digging up the ground with them, and thrashing the foliage.  Then he would give a few grunts on a grunt call and do some more banging and thrashing and then give it a 15 minute rest before doing it again.

 

After the second set, Mike spotted a deer headed down the hill toward us.  A little spike wondering why there was a party and he was not invited.  He hung up about 30 yards out trying to figure out what we were.  I had already decided not to settle for anything less than a 3 point, so we watched him circle around us through the brush and finally head out after we assume he winded us.  I’ve never seen a deer come running TO noise in the woods before.  Mike was making a believer out of me real fast.

FYI, these deer are hard to spot in late November as everything in these oak savanna’s is more or less deer colored that time of year.  Mike spots them right  away but it takes some getting used to if you are used to different county.

After another 20 minutes at that spot we moved a few draws north and set up again.  Again with the thrashing and grunting.  After about 30 minutes Mike whispers to me “Deer coming in behind me”.  Sure enough, a buck has been heading down the hill toward us.  He hung up at about 45 yards, behind a little rise, a fat 3 point staring right at us but not sure what we are yet.  I shifted sideways and back through the brush trying to get a clear shot past the grass / brush obscuring his lower chest and the Madrone branches in front of me.  He is facing directly at us, which doesn’t allow much of a target and an offhand shot is the only one the terrain allows.

I got steady on him and pulled the trigger and CLICK!  I had forgotten to take off the second safety.  I re-cocked the rifle, got steady again, and this time got the satisfying BOOM and cloud of white smoke.  Through the cloud of smoke, the buck dropped without taking another step.

Mike A. with David's Blacktail Buck on the ground!
Mike A. with David’s Blacktail Buck on the ground!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We took a minute (and then some) to reload before approaching to examine the buck.  He was very pretty and symmetrical and the nicest Blacktail I’ve had the good fortune to take.  Mike has totally sold me on this method of hunting.

We got the buck dressed out and the meat and head loaded in the packs for the climb back up to the road.

It's me with David and my Blacktail!  Oh! I have my smoke pole with me also.
It’s me with David and my Blacktail! Oh! I have my smoke pole with me also.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bullet had entered high in the front of the chest and there was no exit wound so after we had dressed out the buck Mike went hunting for the bullet.  Following the wound channel, he found it had gone lengthwise through one lung, raked along the bottom of the spine, and came to rest behind one of the rear hip joints.  After going through 36 inches of deer, the slug retained 270 out of 275 grains and had expanded to almost an inch.

My recovered Bullet.
My recovered Bullet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was one of the most fun hunts I’ve been on.  It was a great combination of beautiful country, magnificent animals, learning new techniques, and spending time with good friends.  I’m planning to save my deer points for a couple years and do this hunt again.  Mike seemed to enjoy this late black powder hunt and hopefully Mike and Cristine will put in for the same tag and we will all hunt together next time.  David K.

Mike’s 2013 Deer Hunt – White River Unit – Oregon

Mike is one of my neighbors that I have know for about 17 years.  He has hunted the area for many years and knows it better than anyone else that I know.   While turkey hunting near the same area this past year he had an encounter with a Cougar.   Having seen the Cougar and missing him, continuing with his turkey hunt in a dense and steep area, the Cougar stalked him up close and personal.  This time the Cougar the was the loser of the encounter.   I greatly appreciate the following story of his 2013 hunt, when most were complaining about the opener state wide being a mess with rain and high winds.   HOORAH FOR MIKE!

The Cougar who thought it could eat a man with a gun!  30-30 Winchester Model 94 did the job!
The Cougar who thought it could eat a man with a gun! 30-30 Winchester Model 94 did the job!

It was a windy and rainy day on this opening day of deer season 9/28/13 in the White River Hunt Unit just above Mosier Oregon.  I had decided to start out high this time and walk down hill, for the most part anyway.  I got myself into the woods just before day light and was sitting under a tree watching it rain and all I could think about is how last year the weather was the complete opposite, clear and hot.

This is going to be the year for a big one.  When I was able to see me way through the woods with about 50 to 75 feet of visibility I started my hunt working the Old Hood River-The Dallas road that has been over grown for years.  If you did not know the area would not even now what you were walking on.  I made my way out of the bigger timbers and into the scrub oak.

At this time now it was around 8:30 or 9:00 am and I am wet through my rain gear and starting to feel like this is going to be a long day trying to keep the wind in my face as it was changing directions what seemed like every 5 min.

A great picture of what looks to be one of Oregon's Benchleg Bucks from the Cascades!  Mike's Opening Dad Buck 2013
A great picture of what looks to be one of Oregon’s Benchleg Bucks from the Cascades! Mike’s Opening Dad Buck 2013

That is when I saw some movement in the brush about 65 yards in front of me. I crouched down to where I could just see over the brush when I spotted this beauty. He was broad side looking right at me.  What was going through my mind was I was going to hit a branch, but if I waited too long he was going to be gone so I let it go.  So when I saw him hunch up I knew I had hit him. He ran about 30 yards when I heard him crash!  I could not wait to see him up close so I started walking his way rather quickly and low and be hold he fell right on the edge of one of the so called roads that I had mowed down this last spring for hikers and bike riders to use, so I was able to drive the truck right up to him, that never happens.

God is Good, All the Time!!!

Mike Witt

Great Eyeguards on his 4 X 4!   We call this a Benchleg, then again it could be Blacktail Buck or a Mulie as the mix it along the Cascades!  Hoorah Mike!
Great Eyeguards on his 4 X 4! We call this a Benchleg, then again it could be Blacktail Buck or a Mulie as the mix it along the Cascades! Hoorah Mike!

Mark’s 2012 Oregon 615 Tag Blacktail Hunt

Legendary “Stickers” Hits The Deck

Mark's buck prior to loading "Stickers" up to be field dressed! Great Picture Mark!

The great thing about Oregon is that you can sometimes be very lucky enough to have two (2) deer tags.   One of those special tags if you have property to hunt is the Willamette Unit 615 tag.  You can take a buck or doe during the long time frame of the hunt with rifle or bow.  So if you’re a bow hunter and a rifle hunter you can pick and chose your weapon of choice.

In this case Mark who is one of my hunting partners here in the valley had decided to bow hunt the parcel of land we have access to in the valley and harvest his first archery deer and make it a Blacktail buck. He also had enough preference points to be able to draw the 615 tag.  Mark drew his 615 Willamette tag and also purchased the archery deer tag.

Prior to the hunt in the early summer months of June, Mark and Jr. were very instrumental in getting all the tree stands up and ground blinds on the property for the archery season and Mark’s 615 Hunt.  The ground work had been set for a great 2012 season.  The big thing for those of us archery hunting for a buck was to get it done prior to September 1st, as the 615 hunt starts on the 1st with lots of action in the rural valley and it might effect the archery season.

 

Cannot give the identity of the butchers that help in quartering the Blacktail!

Mark during the archery season had one (1) particular Blacktail buck that he wanted to harvest along with the rest of us and that was “Stickers”.  During the first two (2) weeks of the archery season in Oregon “Stickers” never came in to the view of any of us.  In just one evening Mark had more than 9 bucks to choose from within 25 yards and past up all of them.   It is very interesting to me as there were 2 other shooters for the early part of the archery season.   Another buck that never came in during daylight hours has been the Odd 3 X 3, leaving only the Even 3 X 3 doing the daylight hours once in a while, which know all to well.

 

The Big 3 of the M & L Ranch - We think, but the rut has not started!

That is another story within itself and this is about Mark’s great hunt and shot. Mark did not make the opening day of the 615 Willamette hunt, but managed to get enough time to go out the same evening that Jr. was hunting from another tree stand about ½ mile away during the middle of the week.   Mark had decided to use his tree stand on the western sector of the farm, plus use his trusty 308 Browning Lever Action that is Grandpa gave him.   There was about 20 minutes of legal light left of hunting during the first evening of this great hunt for Mark!

About a week earlier there was a buck that had been hit by an arrow with only a surface wound and the buck was doing very well, which was evident on the trail cams.  Mark heard a noise of breaking dead-fall and the 3 X 3 that had taken the arrow hit appears!  Mark thought about taking him, but at 8 yards he can tell the buck is doing well and this is a special tag for the chance of getting a very good Blacktail.  There was still about 15 minutes of legal light and he decides to wait just a little longer.  He hears another twig snap along one of the access trails to the field.  Along comes “Stickers” on the trail, but with brush making it difficult to get on him, Mark just waits him out.  He is now hidden behind a tree, not giving a shot.  Light is fading and Mark is a real sticker of being legal with his hunting.

Great hunting ethics as Mark has been taught from his Grand Dad and Father.   Just then “Stickers” moves away from the tree and comes broadside at 10 yards!  The rest is history as the 150gr. Remington Core-Lok put the buck down in his tracks. Mark then gets a call from Jr., “is that you who did the shooting”? Jr. and Tamra quickly make their way over to Mark!   Mark has Jr. get his truck and they were able to get within, Ah! Maybe 15 yards of the fallen trophy Blacktail!  Get Pictures is all I text back to all of them!!!

“Stickers” is an interesting buck, definitely the one of the dominate bucks of the area.  He is a rock solid rack buck with Symmetry in shape, but is a 3 X 2 with both long eye-guards.  Looking straight on him, you would not known he was a fork on the left side.  He does have sticker off the back side of the fork. The Willamette Valley Blacktail Buck field dressed without the hide and head at  130 lbs.  That is probably the biggest Blacktail that I have seen or known about at that weight.
You have to admit that this about the biggest Willamette Valley Blacktail you have seen hanging!
Now Mark sets his future 2012 hunting with the bow for one of the other dominate bucks during the late season archery season. I would like Jr. to harvest one of the bucks, but all N.W. hunters know that Blacktails can be harder to hunt then any other species of deer in North America.
 Congratulations to Mark on his great shot and patience!

Bwana Bubba’s 2012 Archery Deer Hunt

Sunday Morning Hunt

Making the Shot Buck! 

Though this story will end up with harvesting of a small Blacktail Buck from the Willamette Valley in Oregon, it is more about the principles and aspects of aging in the hunting scenario.

I would like to say this is the buck of harvest, but not! Right Handed Tree Stand in background!

Over the years, especially when I was younger I lived to hunt and fish.   I was very selfish and would spend most of my time either at work or doing the great outdoors.  It was a total escapement from reality after serving in the U.S. Navy and being In Country. I found great excitement with chasing and harvesting game.  My fishing was about how many fish I could catch, later finding it was more fun to catch and release.

Now later in life I find I do not have as much time to hunt and fish with the reality of still working into my 60’s.   Weekends are a thing of the past since I have been in the RV selling business.   Hunts have now turned to hunting in the valley close to home for the elusive Blacktail Deer.

What started with getting permission to take pictures of Blacktail Bucks on a parcel of land outside of Oregon City & Canby, Oregon has turned into the place to have the opportunity to harvest a Blacktail.  The landowner himself is a Vietnam Vet and I know he finds great peace to be able to walk his timbered land and in some places be able to escape the daily grind!

This year was different from the past years on the M & L Ranch as I call it.   It is the first time other than a Blackberry thicket blind, that I have setup a real tree stand and fixed ground blind.   My thoughts have always been to glass, spot and pursue the game, with an occasional wait at a nearby waterhole for Pronghorn.

I had past him up at 40 yards, but this is not what I saw from 40 yards through the Blackberries!

The 2012 Archery Season in Oregon was of great expectations in harvesting one of the Big Three Blacktail bucks that we all had captured on Trail Cams.   With Odd 3 X 3 leading the pack, “Sticker” second and finally the P & Y buck Even 3 X 3.  You do notice that I have never mentioned a 4 x 4! I have yet to see a 4 point buck western count in 2012.   In the past I have seen a number of them and have put them on film!

I truly hate to say it, but many of the big bucks I have seen have been poached.   I have heard rifle shots in the familiar sound of hunting situation before the archery season and during the season.  Poaching has become a major issue in Oregon!   It can’t be about the meat, but about the rack.

P & Y Buck at probably 110" Maybe JR can get him!

So with the missed opportunity on the Even 3 X 3 in the first couple of days really took me back mentally.   The easiest shots, can most often not work!  I am sure most know that deal in hunting.   Having hit the tree stand rail not once but twice on the 25 yard shot was embarrassing for sure.    Small note:   WHEN PUTTING UP A TREE STAND AND SETTING UP THE LINE OF THE ANIMAL TO BE POSITION, MAKE SURE YOU PUT UP YOUR STAND IN RELATIONSHIP TO BEING LEFT HANDED OR RIGHT HANDED.   In this case for me being Left Handed I should have put it across the path to the opposite tree.  It is definitely a Right Handed tree stand.  Guess I will have to get another one and put it on the opposite tree 25 yards across the path!  My partner’s JR (Frankie) and Mark are right-handed!  They had decided what tree to put the stand up before I can to help!  Pretty smart guys!

As most of you know that are in the circle, with two weeks into the archery season had a second chance with a 20 yard shot on a nice heavy 3 x 3 at 20 yards (No Hesitation Either).

The one that also got away and survives another day! Flesh Wound!

I shot through the Camo mesh of the ground blind, leading to a close Kill shot (3”) to a glancing arrow hitting the shoulder and ricocheting upward and out.   I have had someone call me unethical for not making this one buck the one find and harvest.  In this case give me a break with a Blacktail and the odds, especially with a bow!   Mark and myself spent 3 hours looking for blood on the buck, which ended with one final drop about 300 yards away in the dark at 2200.  The following morning I spent another 3 hours and found no more blood on the ferns and what appeared to be a buck with normal walk back into the forest (no broken limbs or down branches).

Great shot on a Blacktail Buck - Martin Onza 3 on display also!

So in the following weeks the buck has been on trail cams in good health.  In fact when Mark was in his tree stand with his rifle (Willamette 615 anything tag) the buck came to within 12 yards of him in good health.   As this is another story of Mark’s buck that he took at that time, all I can say is the buck might have been a vendetta for me to get him, but I was not worried about his health any longer.  Just a bad hit!

It is now Sunday September 9th in the morning about 0430 and my wife wakes me up and says “aren’t you going hunting this morning!”  Na!  I got to work and need my sleep!  I am now awake and say to myself, I am gone.   In minutes without combing my hair I headed out the door and into the darkness.  Looking at my cell found I see JR.; my son left me text messages (10) about the morning hunting.  I text back are you awake as I am already heading to my secure parking spot!  No return text, guess I got the place to myself today!  It would have been great to have him with me!

It does not take me long to get ready once there and I head off to the stand about ¼ from the parking spot.   Quickly get up in the stand with the anticipation of a good hunt, as it cooler this Sunday.   I figured I might get the spike and of course plus the one doe with twin fawns in first, with maybe a big boy coming in before 0700.   I patiently wait, which is a major problem for me as it super quite in the draw.  The only noises are the wind rusting the trees and occasional Scrub Jay squawking in the distance.  I should add the lone owl hooting in the canyon!

It is now approaching 0700 with no movement at all on the forest ground, I am extremely bored and need to get on feet and make a ground hunt.   I lower my bow and day pack to the ground, check the trail cam and see that only 6 pictures from the 12 hour period.   I thought about heading back to the house and catch a few winks before work, but I would not get any sleep.   I dropped the pack and headed over to Mark’s stand near the edge of the western sector of the farm.   No movement in the heavy grasses and I surely did not jump anything, as Mark’s stand borders the field and heavy timber.  Hmm!

I pick up my day pack and talked to myself and ask the question to drive around to the eastern sector and hunt from there and see if I can jump a Blacktail Buck.   I tell myself to go back to the stand and head up the trail that leads to the dry creek bed and the eastern sector of the farm (most of us old war dogs talk to ourselves a lot).   I decide that I wanted to go light on this expedition with only my bino’s, range finder and bow!   I am wearing a Camo long sleeve shirt and I have my booties on as it is very noisy place to walk and think you are quiet when making a good stalk.

Here I am only about 200 to 300 yards from my stand on the trail and spot a doe that had just come up out of the draw that leads down to the creek bed and the other side of the farm.  It is a warn trail now and used by the game since Frankie (JR) and his cousin had taken a D-6 Cat through the property, it has given a game when not disturb a bit easier route to feeding areas.  There are places near the creek bottom that are so thick; I would have to eat the deer there!

Ok!  I spot the doe and she is a ways out there, I would put her at about 50 yards line of sight.  Not sure if she has caught me as slither back into the Scott Broom.   I decide to range her in and use my left hand, my release hand.  Shaking a bit, I target to the left of her to a small bush and it says 48 yards.   I got the area pretty well dialed in and will wait to see what come out of the draw.  Finally a very smart move on Cobra’s part!   Her fawns that no longer have spots doodle along and up.   I can not see the doe at all during this time and I assume she did not see me!   Then I see a deer coming up, it stops and see it has a rack, I can not tell the size it all seems to blend into the background of brown grasses and the fir trees.   Knowing what my Martin Onza 3 can do for me, I am at instinct mode and without though of size or distance my eyes as they are looking through the peep side have the orange 40 yard pin set about 1-2 inches above the back bone.  The release is very smooth and no hesitation on my part.   I see the arrow in flight as the Norway Zeon Fusion (pink) vanes are evident in flight.

I love the way these beauties fly and glow for me!

The buck has moved forward during the short time of flight of the arrow.   “Damn” is all I could say when I see the arrow hit the hind quarter forward.  What surprised me was to see the deer drop like a sack of bricks and then he shook!  Wow!  Then to my further surprise the buck go back up and struggled into the Scott Broom.  Out in the distance at about 100 yards there is a monster buck facing directly at me when I stepped out to lay the bow down!   I quickly move up to the spot and find blood.   I marked the spot with my bow and head back to the day pack to get what I needed.  I call my JR and to my surprise he answers his phone! Hoorah!  He is on his way with his truck that he can get back there and not be upset with the blackberries scrapping the side of his truck.  I do check at my launching point and range find to the spot the buck was initially standing at and it hits 63 yards.

I have a head in this picture! Keep it clean! I still have the ability to shoot some distance!

I have to tell you that during the flight of the arrow, there seem to be little arch (trajectory) in the flight.  What a strange feeling of watching the flight which was under a second, like out of a movie!  The Martin Onza 3 is most likely pushing 330fps with my setup!   Outstanding performance for me!  Martin bows have never failed me on a hunt!

I have pulled my rig near the stand, hoof back to the area with cameras and my Gerber’s.   I did not have to go very far from the hit spot, the blood trail was extensive and the buck was stretched out about 80-100 yards from the impact area.  I could see the buck is one that I had seen on camera and past up an evening before when I went to the stand and had him at 40 yards.  He was a young 3 X 3 or better 3 X 2 with no eye guards.

I was in combat mode during this time period of spot and shoot.  I truly love to spot, stalk and then kill!  I have found that the times in the field with difficult shots and I go to combat instinct mode the job usually gets done.  I do not think about anything, but the mind has allowed me to react!  One can read a book call “Blink” and understand what I am saying.  Thinking about a situation to much, I feel that you can make a dumb mistake!  Let me tell you I have made mistakes and failed number of times.  Being on the ready at all times makes for success.

The arrow did hit his hind quarter on the right side, failed to pass through.  During the Hawaiian Field Dressing operation I could see what had happen and I am most surprised, as I have never seen this before. I failed to mention that JR had given me a package of new broadheads to try and just that morning I did put one on my arrow.  The broadhead does not look like it could be as effective or un-effective as the Thunderheads I had on the rest of the arrows.   The name of this broadhead is Slick Trick 100 gr. Magnum.

This is a picture of the Slick Trick 100 gr. Magnum after hitting the ball and socket!

So during the Hawaiian field dressing using one of my gifted Gerber Gator knives I find that if the arrow had passed through there would have been pumping out even great flow of blood, but what happen once the arrow hit the flesh it angled back and somewhat down hitting the knuckle in the hip joint pulverizing the ball joint.  I have never seen this done to an animal with a Broadhead in all my years of bow hunting.   I have seen ribs cracked or cut, but for the arrow to go through that much tissue and still do that at the range of 60 yards is simply amazing.   As you know at this time I will be changing in the future to Slick Trick Broadhead.   Another thing that arrow flew as straight as if I had shot at 10 yard target.  My Onza 3 highly tuned, as all my Martin bows have been.  Reminds when I tried Barnes X bullets 225 grain in my Weatherby 340 on an elk hunt and took out the bull at 1000 yards approx (testimonial proof) and he dropped in his tracks.  I have never looked back on using the product.   Knowing that the product will do the job, if there is a mistake it is usually the hunter!  It can be equipment also if you don’t check and make sure it ready to shoot! So my deer hunting for 2012 has come to an end and I now can if time permits to focus on elk or help JR get his archery buck in the State of Oregon!

This story has been posted in Archery Talk, which is a big deal for me to get a story posted!

Oregon Blacktail Hunt – First Deer

It is not about size, but being able to harvesting a buck during the regular season and filling my freezer!

Jeff gets his first deer ever with borrowed 270 in the Willamette Valley of Oregon!

Frankie decide he would help out his cousin Zach’s buddy Jeff get a buck off of a small section of land he had access to in the Willamette Valley close to Oregon City, Oregon. It was the second weekend of the of the general Blacktail rifle hunt for western Oregon.

Picture of Jeff's Buck taken during the Oregon archery season in August 2011

The two young men traipse all over the 100+ acres of land through the blackberry forest, vine maple tangs and thick reprod. Not a deer was spotted during this hunt. As we all know Blacktails aren’t just going to let you walk up them unusually. So both of the boys were a little upset with what daylight was left quickly going to leave them for the walk back to the truck parked on the opposite side of the property.

There is a section where the grapes are trying to make a start on the farm that you can work along and possibly catch a deer along the tree lines. Now there was only one (1) hunter with Frankie working hard to find Jeff a deer, so Jeff and Zach could have some winter meat and plus his first kill!

By now they were walking along the tree line and working their way to the access road out. Frankie, hey he got out his bino’s and scanned the distant tree line along the grass field. “There is a buck just coming out into the grassy area.” There just happen to be a stump and Jeff had the rifle resting on the stump. The distance was about 250 yards, light failing at this point, the buck turns broadside! There was the report from the rifle and Frankie with is glass still on the buck sees it drop in the same tracks it was standing in! “Whoa, outstanding shot Jeff.”

The boys quickly made their way to the buck via the tree line and catching the gravel access road. They were not allowed to shortcut through the grapes. The deer had already taken out a number of them, so having excited hunters running through the grapes was not a good idea. A few pictures with a camera phone were taken. One of these days I will get Frankie to carry a decent camera in the backpack!

When Jeff got back to his house, Zack and his family were home. They gave him a bad time for shooting a small forked horn buck. The question back from Jeff Brodie was “what did you guys get in Heppner?” Zip! Hmm!

Borrowed rifle, Borrowed Ammo, Borrowed Knife, Buddies Truck! Moral of the story, Jeff filled his freeze with nice tasting valley venison!

As told to Bwana Bubba via Jeff and Frankie

Joshua’s Interrupted Silvies Antelope Hunt

When a planned trip does not go the way it was expected after 11 years of waiting!

The following story was sent to me by a young man that had drawn a Pronghorn Tag for the Silvies #2 hunt for 2011.   I like that way Joshua hunts and his thoughts about his hunt.   As you can see from the pictures he is dedicated hunter and from the Blacktail buck pictured in this story, he likes to trophy hunt!

Dear Mr. Biggs,
Thank you for your patience regarding the timely delivery of the story of my Silvies Lope hunt. Unfortunately, it is a disappointing story to due circumstances out of my control but there is always something to be learned every time I go out and with that in mind, no trip has ever been a waste.
First of all, let me say that this was the first antelope tag I have ever drawn in Oregon. I have hunted them one other time in Wyoming, where the herds can be seen spotting every rolling hillside and public and private is virtually the same thing. I did not know what to expect on this hunt which is what caused me to begin researching on the internet and eventually stumble on your website which was the most amazing resource I have come across. Everyone’s story updates are pretty cool too. 🙂 Your website allowed an under-prepared outdoorsman feel like he had done a little bit of scouting. You gave me a point of reference to start from and also, I believe, an edge psychologically to know that I was not wandering around in vain.

The night before opening day, I made the 8 hour drive over to beautiful central Oregon from the towering pines of southern Oregon in an amazing heavenly lightening show as I passed through the vast alfalfa fields. Using the coordinates you gave me I was able to find a campsite quickly, near a waterhole southwest of the well. Pulling in the dark, right away on the other side of the oasis, a small black bear was stalking around. I watched it in the headlights for a while, excitement brewing for the hunt to come.

Calling in the dogs in the snow!

The next morning I headed out before daylight and hiked through some of the canyons that were noted on the map you gave as I tried to get my bearings and a feel for the land. Sure enough, around ten o’clock, I was sitting at the base of a canyon taking a breather as the sun had began to heat up past the 75 degree mark, and I saw a lone buck tearing across the plain about a mile off. I watched him as he passed behind a small ridgeline out of site. I decided I was going to sneak up and over the face of that ridge and hopefully pop up directly above him thinking he might have slowed his pace after reaching the safety of the canyon walls. I started putting the sneak on him down across the plain, crossing a deep creek bed and up and over the ridge. Just as I hoped, I crawled slowly over the ridgeline through the sage and there he was standing broadside not more than 75 yards away!!! Here is the complicated part of the story. As I climbed up the ridge and reached the higher elevation, a ranch house came into view a couple miles off to my left and 100 or so head of cattle a half mile off to my right. As, I stared at the small buck in my scope (but the biggest I’d ever seen) the thoughts and voices of my mentors over the years raced through my mind and even as the Lope began to sense my presence and EVEN COME CLOSER, I couldn’t find the peace to pull the trigger. I knew I’d get another chance with 10 days left and decided I needed to really make sure I knew the public land boundaries. Later that evening I received a telephone call from work stating that I was needed for an emergency and that I had to return by Sunday.

Dandy Blackbear, up close with the leveraction!

In the remaining time I had there, I only saw one other group of females as far as I could tell, as they were too far off even with the spotting scope. I was disappointed that I could not finish the hunt as I felt like things were heating up and I was enjoying the challenge of a new species and a different terrain. That’s how life rolls sometimes I guess and I’m thankful for all the memories I had anyway.

BTW, I saw the biggest Muley I’ve EVER seen just bedded in the shade next to the road, an easy 35in wide with velvet hanging.

I wonder if that is a 30-30 or 32 Win Special?

Thank you so much for your help. I am not one to use a gps but I am definitely reconsidering it as I could have found precise spots that you told me about quickly and accurately. I look forward to trading information in the future. Again, thank you for your wealth of knowledge and your willingness to share it and your patience as I finished out the hunting year. I had a chance to guide a hunt in Chesnimus and finished out the year in Grants Pass where I reside. Here are a few pictures of this year other hunts.    JOSH

Boxing the Tom in!