I killed a fair buck once....


But the only true Boone and Crocket critter to fall to my hunting prowess was a coon. Here is the official measurement.



Top that, sucka's.......grin

That mule deer is a pig!!!

Well look at the G1s and weep fellas, open range, public land, anyone calls roids, they're just jealous with small weewee's.

Spot and stalk, 42 lazered yards (Bushnell), super sharpened Slick Trick, no mechanicals, 365 gr goldtip @ 267 fps, Bowtech, Eberlestock X1, Minox 10X52 HGs.

I waited for the perfect, ethical, broadside vitals shot. A complete pass through taking out heart and both lungs. I knew it was a perfect shot but waited two hours before tracking, can't be too careful or ethical.

Ended up I didn't need to wait since it only went six feet.

Pending world record.

Did I mention the G1s, UNREAL!!!!

doe jackalope?......

here's the sheds I found nearby, jacks actually have three antlers, the middle one's just smaller than the other two.

booner fer sure.....

After 40 some years of Western big game hunting and multiple hunts in Canada and Africa, I have a lifetime of great memories and trophies. I've had most of my biggest Colorado and Montana animals mounted along with those I shot in Canada, and most of my animals from Africa. 20 years ago I had to build a 1000 sq ft trophy room addition on my house and it's just about out of space. My house is starting to look like a museum, and I'm looking at another remodel job to accommodate the back load of animals that my taxidermist has.

It's hard for me to choose which is my best trophy animal, but this bull that I shot in my younger years in NW Montana is one of my favorites.

Mine would have to be my best whitetail who scores 179 5/8 net BC. It was a great hunt for me and I still cannot believe that I had the opportunity to take such a magnificent animal.

Back in '91 I was on an elk (Maral Stag) hunt in Mongolia. I was riding in the back seat of a Russian jeep about 5 miles from the Siberian border when the two guides, neither of whom spoke English, started yelling and pointing frantically as we slid to a stop.

They jumped out with their rifles and I wiggled painfully out of the jeep and saw that they were aiming at a wolf that was running full speed broadside across the plain about 350 yards away. The guides fired several shots as I moved to the side to avoid deafening them with the blast of my .340 Weatherby.

I swung the rifle past the wolf kind of like using a bird gun and fired a shot just as the wolf was about to enter some high grass. To my astonishment, I hit him and he somersaulted to a stop and lay still.

There was a big celebration in camp when we arrived and the wolf was butchered and eaten. I was told that the meat of the wolf was considered good medicine for lung diseases. Since all of the Mongolian men I met smoked like chimneys, I imagine they needed all the help they could get. It was interesting to see the love/hate relationship they had with wolves.

The shot was blind luck (either good luck for me or bad luck for the wolf...who knows?), but I was considered quite a rifleman for the remainder of my stay with those wonderful people.

I have some nice trophies, nothing that would make the books, but I never carry a tape measure when I am hunting anyway. The wolf was a gift, I think, from above. It's the last trophy I would ever part with.

Hey, we got some of those does out in western Kansas, never seen one of the bucks though. Maybe they all shed just before I got there though.