| News - Archives November 13 2008 Hey everyone, I'm sorry it's been so long since an update. The season here has been Crazy! As many of you know I had a Bighorn Sheep tag. I hunted my butt off nearly the entire month of August. Though I came close a couple of times I never had a good opportunity so I ended up eating the tag. I was certain that if I did not kill a sheep the world would stop turning! I was wrong, the day after season I woke up and I was still alive. I want to thank Dennis Howell and Todd Brickell for their shared info and time spent helping me. I also want to give a shout out to my buddy Jace Bauserman and my son Travis for helping me the first week, you made it an enjoyable one. I was able to connect on a Utah Muley, Colorado Muley, elk and Antelope though. It was a long and trying September but I managed to fill tags and put meat in the freezer. I have to shout out to Jace one more time for taking me to his "honey hole", my antelope season consisted of three stalks and one launched arrow. The whole ordeal was about two hours. I stalked a bedded buck with two does and made a perfect heart shot. My 2008 Hoyt 737 was a fantastic performer.
Lastly I wrapped up the season with an awesome week with my Homie "The Muley GURU" form the Four Corners; Jeremy- J-Bone Dugger! J-Train laid down some serious boot leather tracking and bird dogging on this hunt. In the final hours we were able to track down and slay a beautiful New Mexico 166 inch 5x5 muley. One shot from my trusty High Tech Customs .270 Wby took the buck down. I used Weatherby factory ammo loaded with the devastating Barnes TSX 130. This set up is lethal muley poision. Another successful season of many filled tags and cherished memories made with my closest friends, truly a season to remember! I hope your season is going well. Drop me a line at wildcountrymarc@aol.com I'd love to hear how your 2008 season is going. Until Next time, Marc Gobblers of the Great Plains by Marc Smith / photos by Danny Farris To see the rest of this story go to www.hoyt.com and check out the Prostaff Corner, while there, make sure you check out the video of me pounding all three birds on the Hoyt videos!
Nov 2nd 2007 My son Travis and I just returned from an awesome youth hunt in unit 2B New Mexico. Travis drew a special youth Marc Leave Nothing This is the term created by the Marketing Folks at Nike. While watching NFL yesterday I saw this commercial.
It reminded me of my own determination and exhaustion of my recent back country public land elk hunt. Each year I hear unsuccessful bowhunters say things like, "I was just glad to get out in the elk woods with my bow" or "Being in the mountains is enough for me"... BLA BLA BLA! I say no way! Do you think you would ever hear a Pro Football player say "I'm just glad to get to the Super Bowl" "Win or lose at least I was here"! NO WAY...The seaon, the games, the hype, none of it means squat without that final "W" the big win. That is how I feel about my own backcountry hunts. Without a punched tag around the antlers of my quarry at the end of season, it's all for nothing. I can camp and smell the flowers and enjoy the beauty of the mountains anytime, I am a western boy and a mountain man. I expect results, it's what I do, bowhunting is who I am. On my recent back country hunt, I Left Nothing. I slept on the ground nine nights in a row, freezing temps pouring rain, up before the sun, bedding down late into the night. Most of the time near starvation, dehydration was constantly nagging at my lips but I stayed dilligent. Wearing the same crustry socks and wet clothes day in and day out. At times it was nearly impossible to talk myself into going any further... but further I went.
Chasing each bugle, investigating every ridge. On day six I was out of food but too far in to turn back. I ate birds, I even melted one of my Wilderness Athlete chocolate energy bars to create a chocolate sauce and dipped grub worms and beetles in it. I drank iodine purified creek water everyday. I was beyond roughing it...I Left Nothing! On day nine in the 11th hour of the hunt when there was little hope of punching my tag, a faint bugle rang out in the timber above me. I found the strength to forge ahead. I collected my thoughts and sent a few sweet soft cow calls in the direction of the bugling bull. The bull came crashing in, jumping over blow downs and smashing through the timber the bull came in looking for what he thought was a ready cow. What he found was a determined, exhausted predator that had stayed the course and Left Nothing! What about you? Did you leave anything on the mountin this year? Will you be ready next year? Send me an email at marc@wildcountryoutdoors.com I would love to talk backcountry bowhunting with anyone willing to do what ever it takes to make the most of your season. I'll see you on the Mountain, Marc For more information about Jackson please click here->
PURE HUNTING How did the Kalispell event go? Here's what some had to say...
"Marc's heart for hunting and for Christ shine through in his presentation. He makes it plain that he is a Christian hunter and that God is responsible for getting him where he is today. I would highly recommend Marc to speak at your next hunting event." "Marc's passion for the gifts that we have received from God, are as true as the flight of an arrow. He will make you laugh, and enjoy what the hunt is all about." |
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And the sons of Ulam were Mighty men of valor, Archers, and had many sons, and son's sons, an hundred and fifty. All these are the sons of Benjamin.
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tag in one of the best migration units anywhere. Typically the snow begins to fly in late September and early October getting the deer migration in full swing. That was not the case this year. The deer movement was slow and we resorted to hunting resident deer. Travis and I took full advantage of some of the gated roads and hiked several miles into remote canyons to find small localized pockets of deer. On the second evening of season we glassed up two bucks, Travis got into position and made a perfect 210 yard shot with his 30-06 that Papa Bill handed down to him on his 16th Birthday this year. A proud moment for both Trav and I, a sons first buck is a special moment in any hunters life. Sharing that kill and that special moment with my son shadows any accomplishments I have ever achieved while hunting.
