Post by jeffpahunter on Sept 26, 2007 15:26:10 GMT -4
Here's some pic's and stories from the past weekends hunt.
First picture is of me and my hunter Mike. Second picture is Mike in his trailer and his brother standing by the 4 wheeler, both from Western New York.
Mike is probably in his late 50's and always has been an avid hunter, especially bow hunter. A while back he climbed up about 20-25" into his tree stand after working the night shift and eventually he fell asleep and fell out. He has minimal movement in his right hand and that's it.
He shoots a PSE bow that has a draw lock mounted to it. He has a table that straps to the front of his chair with a swivel pedestal stud on this table. The bow sits horizontal much like a cross bow. His brother transported him to the field in the trailer in the picture and once in the field and blind I was his legs and hands for everything.
I would draw the bow and lock the string loop into the draw lock. The draw lock has a vacuum operated trigger assembly much like a firearm. Then I would place the drawn and locked bow with attached draw lock onto the pedestal mounted to his chair. On the back of the draw lock was a "cup" shaped extension attached to it and Mike would place his chin in this "cup" and moving his chin he could rotate the bow up, down, left & right while looking thru a BSA red dot scope. When he's ready to shoot he "huffs" thru a tube that comes out of the cup to his mouth, his "huff" activates a vacuum diaphragm which in turn de-activates the trigger releasing the string.
Quite impressive and Friday at the range he was drilling the bulls eye pretty much shot after shot at 20 yds.
Mike did take a good sized Doe Saturday night at about 20 yds. He got excited and muffed the shot a bit hitting back in the guts, one of the preserve guides and myself tracked her until a bit after 9:00 that night but from her body language at the hit and a sporadic blood trail I was pretty confident it was a gut shot. we picked up the trail mid day Sunday after the morning hunt and it wasn't long until we found her lying in a small creek and we were able to finish her off for Mike. Unfortunately it was too late for pictures and since it was warm and a gut shot they quickly got her to the butcher house to see if they could salvage the meat for him.
The next pictures are of a Bull Elk that I bugled in Saturday night about 7:00 PM just before Mike shot his Doe. We were posted in a brush blind on the side of a long field. Bulls are bugling constantly as their in full rut and to our right back in the woods was what sounded like a good Bull bugling like mad. My first bugle got an immediate response and the battle was on. We talked back and forth for probably an hour and eventually he and his harem made their way into the field about 200-300 yards down field. Through the blind I could barely see his rack through my binoculars but it was huge and the presence of cows was a tell tale sign that he was one of the herd Bulls. As we challenged each other another Bull began bugling to our let a few hundred yards off. It wasn't long before the bugling grew louder from the second Bull and a sure sign that he was coming to investigate all of the racket. After about 15 minutes to half an hour right down the dirt road we came in on walks this nice 6 x 6 Bull checking things out. He stopped and surveyed the field for a while standing about 150 yds from us. Finally I bugled and he responded in a flash and started advancing looking for the intruder. He bugled non stop as he slowly paraded past our blind at about 25 yds. Now while this was a dandy 6 x 6 Bull in his own right, on this preserve he's still young and considered a satellite Bull, not yet mature enough to collect a harem. The quality of the herd Bulls on this preserve are just beyond belief and make you drool.
Here's a few pictures of the Bull as he paraded past us.
The rest of the pictures are of camp. 3 bunk houses with electric, gas heat, beds with twin mattresses and Cabela's sleeping bags. 3 huge bathrooms with hot and cold running water, heat and even a separate shower stall with hot and cold water. Meals are all wild game and cooked by 5 star chefs and served in the mess cabin in the one picture. You go away hungry and it's your own fault. Dessert's put the local Dairy Queen to shame...
This year we had hunters in camp from Iowa, North Carolina, Ohio, Connecticut and New York including 2 hunters that are blind.
It was a great weekend that comes and goes all to fast. I'm already trying to hold back excitement for next years hunt.
Thanks for allowing me to share with you all.
First picture is of me and my hunter Mike. Second picture is Mike in his trailer and his brother standing by the 4 wheeler, both from Western New York.
Mike is probably in his late 50's and always has been an avid hunter, especially bow hunter. A while back he climbed up about 20-25" into his tree stand after working the night shift and eventually he fell asleep and fell out. He has minimal movement in his right hand and that's it.
He shoots a PSE bow that has a draw lock mounted to it. He has a table that straps to the front of his chair with a swivel pedestal stud on this table. The bow sits horizontal much like a cross bow. His brother transported him to the field in the trailer in the picture and once in the field and blind I was his legs and hands for everything.
I would draw the bow and lock the string loop into the draw lock. The draw lock has a vacuum operated trigger assembly much like a firearm. Then I would place the drawn and locked bow with attached draw lock onto the pedestal mounted to his chair. On the back of the draw lock was a "cup" shaped extension attached to it and Mike would place his chin in this "cup" and moving his chin he could rotate the bow up, down, left & right while looking thru a BSA red dot scope. When he's ready to shoot he "huffs" thru a tube that comes out of the cup to his mouth, his "huff" activates a vacuum diaphragm which in turn de-activates the trigger releasing the string.
Quite impressive and Friday at the range he was drilling the bulls eye pretty much shot after shot at 20 yds.
Mike did take a good sized Doe Saturday night at about 20 yds. He got excited and muffed the shot a bit hitting back in the guts, one of the preserve guides and myself tracked her until a bit after 9:00 that night but from her body language at the hit and a sporadic blood trail I was pretty confident it was a gut shot. we picked up the trail mid day Sunday after the morning hunt and it wasn't long until we found her lying in a small creek and we were able to finish her off for Mike. Unfortunately it was too late for pictures and since it was warm and a gut shot they quickly got her to the butcher house to see if they could salvage the meat for him.
The next pictures are of a Bull Elk that I bugled in Saturday night about 7:00 PM just before Mike shot his Doe. We were posted in a brush blind on the side of a long field. Bulls are bugling constantly as their in full rut and to our right back in the woods was what sounded like a good Bull bugling like mad. My first bugle got an immediate response and the battle was on. We talked back and forth for probably an hour and eventually he and his harem made their way into the field about 200-300 yards down field. Through the blind I could barely see his rack through my binoculars but it was huge and the presence of cows was a tell tale sign that he was one of the herd Bulls. As we challenged each other another Bull began bugling to our let a few hundred yards off. It wasn't long before the bugling grew louder from the second Bull and a sure sign that he was coming to investigate all of the racket. After about 15 minutes to half an hour right down the dirt road we came in on walks this nice 6 x 6 Bull checking things out. He stopped and surveyed the field for a while standing about 150 yds from us. Finally I bugled and he responded in a flash and started advancing looking for the intruder. He bugled non stop as he slowly paraded past our blind at about 25 yds. Now while this was a dandy 6 x 6 Bull in his own right, on this preserve he's still young and considered a satellite Bull, not yet mature enough to collect a harem. The quality of the herd Bulls on this preserve are just beyond belief and make you drool.
Here's a few pictures of the Bull as he paraded past us.
The rest of the pictures are of camp. 3 bunk houses with electric, gas heat, beds with twin mattresses and Cabela's sleeping bags. 3 huge bathrooms with hot and cold running water, heat and even a separate shower stall with hot and cold water. Meals are all wild game and cooked by 5 star chefs and served in the mess cabin in the one picture. You go away hungry and it's your own fault. Dessert's put the local Dairy Queen to shame...
This year we had hunters in camp from Iowa, North Carolina, Ohio, Connecticut and New York including 2 hunters that are blind.
It was a great weekend that comes and goes all to fast. I'm already trying to hold back excitement for next years hunt.
Thanks for allowing me to share with you all.