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SPEECHLESS: WYOMING ARCHERY MOOSE. PAGE 32<br />
BACKCOUNTRY<br />
JOURNAL<br />
The Magazine of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers Fall 2017<br />
PLUS: HANGING WITH MY CHUMS,<br />
FOUR-YEAR VIRGINIA DEER HUNT, FIND<br />
YOUR EAGLE EYES, A CONVERSATION<br />
WITH REMI WARREN AND MORE<br />
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PRESIDENT’S MESSAGE<br />
TRUE GRIT<br />
“TEN MORE MINUTES, CID.” She had stopped talking a few minutes<br />
before, a telltale sign of something awry. It’s a trait we share. We were on a<br />
trip of a lifetime put together by First Lite to celebrate her 9th birthday: her<br />
first backpacking trip into the storied Frank Church-River of No Return<br />
Wilderness in central Idaho.<br />
It was hot – too hot. The first mile of the hike had been easy going<br />
along Marsh Creek. The excitement was heavy and the promise of hungry<br />
cutthroat trout motivating. But the next mile got steeper. Cid’s llama, Marshall,<br />
ate some yarrow, which made its mouth numb, which in turn made<br />
him slobber incessantly. In good time, said slobber dripped on the back of<br />
Cid’s calves.<br />
As happens with a group, our plans to stop for lunch in “another 15<br />
minutes” turned into 20, then 30 minutes. Finally, we found a respite next<br />
to the creek and I got Cid to dunk her head in the cool, clean water. Tears<br />
commenced, along with pleas to head home. My young daughter had hit<br />
her limit.<br />
If you’ve spent any time in the woods or on the water you know the<br />
feeling: a conviction that it can’t get any worse and won’t get any better. It<br />
doesn’t matter if you hunt, fish, kayak, mountain climb or mountain bike ,<br />
you know that feeling and how hard it is to overcome.<br />
Grit. That word best describes the moment when it’s all up to you, no<br />
one else, to carry onward. The mountains, streams and cliffs don’t care who<br />
you are. They give handouts to no one. There are no shortcuts, no one to do<br />
it for you. When the chips are down, you have to dig deep inside and find<br />
that spirit to carry you through. Grit is one of the endearing qualities that<br />
only public lands and waters can create.<br />
Cid’s face gradually changed from bright red to a softer shade of pink.<br />
Her breath had returned to normal and she had added some much-needed<br />
fuel to her tank. She still wasn’t convinced she could power through, but her<br />
mood was changing. She started to talk again.<br />
I decided to tell her a story about Theodore Roosevelt, an often-discussed<br />
icon in the Tawney household. Roosevelt grew up with debilitating asthma.<br />
Instead of succumbing to the affliction, he worked hard to overcome it.<br />
He climbed peaks, boxed and lived the strenuous life. He and no one else<br />
made the choice to overcome something that could have easily hampered<br />
his lifestyle. He showed grit.<br />
After finishing the story, I let the words linger and left Cid by herself to<br />
contemplate. When I came back minutes later, she was ready to roll.<br />
Cid crushed it on the remaining mile of trail – a mile even steeper than<br />
the last. She beat many of the adults and raised her arms in triumphant joy<br />
upon reaching our alpine lake destination. Her exuberance had returned,<br />
and she promptly jumped into the icy waters and, for effect, ate a black<br />
stonefly nymph. While my story about T.R. may have motivated her, she<br />
did it herself. She learned a life lesson, and I couldn’t be more proud.<br />
Each and every day, Backcountry Hunters & Anglers members, dedicated<br />
volunteers and badass staff work to protect and promote your public<br />
lands and waters, those place where you too can challenge yourself and find<br />
that inner grit.<br />
We covet those places. We need those places. They’re part of our DNA.<br />
Not only do we channel that grit in the field, it also drives us to protect and<br />
promote those very places.<br />
Enjoy all that fall has to offer, and I hope to see you on the trail. Stay<br />
gritty!<br />
Cidney Tawney and her pack llama, Marshall, take a much-needed<br />
breather on their way to go fish some high alpine lakes deep in the<br />
Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness.<br />
Onward and Upward,<br />
Land Tawney<br />
President & CEO<br />
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WHAT IS BHA?<br />
BACKCOUNTRY HUNTERS & ANGLERS<br />
is a North American conservation<br />
nonprofit 501(c)(3) dedicated to the<br />
conservation of backcountry fish and<br />
wildlife habitat, sustaining and expanding<br />
access to important lands and waters, and<br />
upholding the principles of fair chase.<br />
This is our quarterly magazine. We fight to<br />
maintain and enhance the backcountry<br />
values that define our passions: challenge,<br />
solitude and beauty. Join us. Become<br />
part of the sportsmen’s voice for our wild<br />
public lands, waters and wildlife.<br />
Sign up at www.backcountryhunters.org.<br />
THE SPORTSMEN’S VOICE FOR OUR WILD PUBLIC LANDS, WATERS AND WILDLIFE<br />
Ryan Busse (Montana) Chairman<br />
J.R. Young (California) Treasurer<br />
Sean Carriere (Idaho)<br />
Ted Koch (New Mexico)<br />
Ben O’Brien (Texas)<br />
Michael Beagle (Oregon) President Emeritus<br />
President & CEO<br />
Land Tawney, tawney@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Alberta Public Lands Coordinator<br />
Aliah Adams Knopff, aliah.knopff@gmail.com<br />
BOARD OF DIRECTORS<br />
STAFF<br />
Ben Bulis (Montana) Vice Chairman<br />
Heather Kelly (Alaska)<br />
T. Edward Nickens (North Carolina)<br />
Mike Schoby (Montana)<br />
Rachel Vandevoort (Montana)<br />
Southeast Chapter Coordinator<br />
Josh Kaywood, josh@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Backcountry Journal Editor<br />
Sam Lungren, sam@backcountryhunters.org<br />
STATE CHAPTERS<br />
BHA HAS MEMBERS across the<br />
continent, with chapters representing<br />
35 states, the District of Columbia and<br />
two provinces. Grassroots public lands<br />
sportsmen and women are the driving<br />
force behind BHA. Learn more about what<br />
BHA is doing in your state on page 26. If<br />
you are looking for ways to get involved,<br />
email your state chapter chair at the<br />
following addresses:<br />
• alaska@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• alberta@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• arizona@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• britishcolumbia@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• california@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• capital@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• colorado@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• idaho@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• michigan@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• minnesota@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• montana@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• nevada@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• newengland@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• newmexico@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• newyork@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• oregon@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• pennsylvania@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• southeast@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• southdakota@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• texas@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• utah@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• washington@backcountryhunters.org<br />
• wisconsin@backcountryhunters.org<br />
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• wyoming@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Donor and Corporate Relations Manager<br />
Grant Alban, grant@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Southwest Chapter Coordinator<br />
Jason Amaro, jason@backcountryhunters.org<br />
State Policy Director<br />
Tim Brass, tim@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Campus Outreach Coordinator<br />
Sawyer Connelly, sawyer@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Collegiate Curriculum and Outreach Assistant<br />
Trey Curtiss, trey@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Office Manager<br />
Caitlin Frisbie, frisbie@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Conservation Director<br />
John Gale, gale@backcountryhunters.org<br />
New York and Pennsylvania Public Lands Coordinator<br />
Chris Hennessy, c.hennessey@comcast.net<br />
Great Lakes Coordinator<br />
Will Jenkins, will@thewilltohunt.com<br />
JOURNAL CONTRIBUTORS<br />
Jack Ballard, Reid Bryant, Jan Dizard, Natalie England,<br />
Ryan Hughes, Mark Hurst, Ken Keffer, Paul Kemper,<br />
Emily Madieros, Spencer Neuharth, Jared Oakleaf, Tim<br />
Romano, Dusan Smetana, Dale Spartas, Maddie Vincent,<br />
George Wallace, Merv Webb, Dakota Wharry<br />
Cover photo: Dusan Smetana<br />
Backcountry Journal is the quarterly membership<br />
publication of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers. All<br />
rights reserved. Content may not be reproduced in any<br />
manner without the consent of the publisher. Writing<br />
and photography queries, submissions and advertising<br />
questions contact sam@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Published October 2017. Volume XII, Issue IX<br />
JOIN THE CONVERSATION<br />
Operations Director<br />
Frankie McBurney Olson, frankie@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Central Idaho Coordinator<br />
Mike McConnell, whiteh2omac@gmail.com<br />
Communications Director<br />
Katie McKalip, mckalip@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Social Media and Online Advocacy Coordinator<br />
Nicole Qualtieri, nicole@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Northwest Outreach Coordinator<br />
Jesse Salsberry, jesse@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Membership Coordinator<br />
Ryan Silcox, ryan@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Merchandise and Membership Specialist<br />
Ty Smail, smail@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Chapter Coordinator<br />
Ty Stubblefield, ty@backcountryhunters.org<br />
Interns: Ryan Hughes, Carter Birmingham, Alex Kim, Emily<br />
Madieros, Maddie Vincent, Dakota Wharry<br />
BHA LEGACY PARTNERS<br />
The following Legacy Partners have committed<br />
$1000 or more to BHA for the next three years. To<br />
find out how you can become a Legacy Partner,<br />
please contact grant@backcountryhunters.org.<br />
Lou and Lila Bahin, Bendrix Bailey, Mike Beagle, Sean<br />
Carriere, Chris Cholette, Dave Cline, Dan Edwards,<br />
Todd DeBonis, Blake Fischer, Sarah Foreman, Whit<br />
Fosburgh, Stephen Graf, Ryan Huckeby, Richard<br />
Kacin, Ted Koch, Peter Lupsha, Robert Magill, Cholly<br />
McGlynn, Nick Miller, Nick Nichols, William Rahr,<br />
Adam Ratner, Jesse Riggleman, Jason Stewart,<br />
Robert Tammen, David Tawney, Lynda Tucker, Karl<br />
Van Calcar, Michael Verville, Barry Whitehill,<br />
BHA HEADQUARTERS<br />
P.O. Box 9257, Missoula, MT 59807<br />
www.backcountryhunters.org<br />
admin@backcountryhunters.org<br />
(406) 926-1908
Paul Kemper photo<br />
ARCTIC NATIONAL WILDLIFE REFUGE, ALASKA<br />
BY MADDIE VINCENT<br />
IMAGINE A PLACE UNTOUCHED BY THE WORLD as we<br />
know it, where your eyes never find an end to the tundra, rivers,<br />
mountains. Where there is more wild than your mind can comprehend<br />
and the stillness moves every inch of your being into a<br />
state of calm isolation. No filters. No friend requests. Just raw life.<br />
Few places offer an escape more real than the Arctic National<br />
Wildlife Refuge, America’s 19.6 million-acre, multi-faceted<br />
crown jewel of the wildlife refuge system. The refuge is home to<br />
47 mammal, 42 fish and 201 bird species that span a wide range<br />
of arctic and subarctic ecosystems. But it’s the number with a dollar<br />
sign that’s grabbing people’s attention: $3.5 billion of total oil<br />
revenue the Trump administration believes is beneath the refuge’s<br />
Coastal Plain.<br />
However, these numbers are questionable, and the threat of oil<br />
drilling in the Arctic Refuge is not new. Conservationists have<br />
been fighting attempts to open the area to development since the<br />
late ’70s. But with the nation’s current political climate, coupled<br />
with the state of Alaska’s voted-on support, oil drilling is closer to<br />
becoming a reality.<br />
The Coastal Plain is a 1.5 million-acre biodiversity hotspot,<br />
known as the biological heart of the refuge. Oil drilling would<br />
disrupt the habitat of hundreds of species, including the calving<br />
grounds of the Porcupine Caribou Herd. The Porcupine Caribou<br />
are the furthest migrating mammal herd on earth and are sacred<br />
to the native Gwich’in people.<br />
“Drilling in the refuge would impact the caribou and exacerbate<br />
climate change. The last thing we need is to put the pedal to<br />
the gas on climate change,” said Barry Whitehill, a BHA Legacy<br />
Partner and Alaska Chapter board member.<br />
Whitehill hunts the refuge every year, as well as guiding whitewater<br />
floats through the Brooks Range, one of the most remote<br />
areas within an already isolated refuge. This isolation draws a special<br />
kind of adventurer willing to be exposed to the elements.<br />
“When hunting in the refuge, you feel like you’re part of a process<br />
that’s been going on for eons,” Whitehill said. “It’s the last<br />
place you can feel what Lewis and Clark felt.”<br />
Hunting in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge is unique for<br />
more than just its challenging landscape. In 1980, it was established<br />
as the refuge it is today under the Alaska National Interest<br />
Lands Conservation Act. Under ANILCA, the secretary of the<br />
interior had to identify special values of the refuge, from scenic<br />
to archeological, before a conservation plan could be considered.<br />
Roger Kaye, a 30-year U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service employee and<br />
the first BHA member from Alaska, helped develop hunting as<br />
one of these special values. He sees it as a key to the refuge’s protection.<br />
“Hunting is not recreation here. It’s not the place to just get<br />
your animal. It is a place to hunt in the wilderness and become a<br />
part of the natural scheme for a moment. Hunters feel it in their<br />
bones,” Kaye said.<br />
YOUR BACKCOUNTRY<br />
Kaye’s book, Last Great Wilderness: The Campaign to Establish<br />
the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (2006), details the movement<br />
to protect the Arctic Refuge and the conservationists who were instrumental<br />
in its designation. He believes the campaign was rooted<br />
in a growing fear for the technological future – and that hunters<br />
played a crucial role in proposing and supporting the refuge.<br />
“Some guys were concerned with the ethics of hunting and<br />
thought there ought to be a place that exemplifies a venerable<br />
hunting experience,” Kaye said. “So, this is the place where we<br />
draw the line. It’s a place of skill, effort and perseverance, not<br />
gadgets and vehicles.”<br />
Kaye says that because the refuge is renowned, it attracts a special<br />
segment of hunters, like Whitehill, who help maintain the<br />
wilderness character and ecological integrity. He believes that if<br />
the area is open to drilling, the quality of the wilderness and hunting<br />
experience will vanish.<br />
“People are concerned with the numbers of caribou and<br />
muskoxen that will be impacted, but the whole issue is not a<br />
numbers issue. The essential wildness is the concern because when<br />
you put oil fields out there, more than 10 generations of caribou<br />
will be displaced and will lose their migratory knowledge. Their<br />
wildness will be lost.”<br />
Now, almost 30 years after its establishment, ANILCA is getting<br />
a second look. In a government memo issued Aug. 11, 2017,<br />
the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service outlines its request from the secretary<br />
of the interior to amend the section of ANILCA that restricts<br />
oil exploration plan submissions in the Arctic Refuge. The<br />
department must respond to this request by Sept. 30, 2017, and<br />
if these changes are accepted, companies will be able to apply to<br />
explore oil drilling within the refuge’s boundaries.<br />
Dean Westlake, an Alaskan Inuit and state representative, supports<br />
oil exploration and helped draft a resolution in support of<br />
drilling that made it through to Washington, D.C., last March.<br />
Westlake believes that drilling on the Coastal Plain will help protect<br />
the refuge by getting more people to have a vested interest.<br />
“A lot of times, its the commercialization of something nearby<br />
that makes it pertinent to what you’d like to see in perpetuity,”<br />
Westlake said in a phone interview with BHA. “If we develop,<br />
now everyone is going to be in this to make sure this wildlife is<br />
secure. What company wants to get in there and be accused of<br />
wildlife extinctions?”<br />
Kaye and Whitehill disagree and are working with the Alaska<br />
BHA Chapter to educate people about the refuge and to broaden<br />
their support base, which they believe will help protect the refuge.<br />
“The biggest thing we’re trying to do is take people out, expose<br />
them to the refuge’s fragileness and exponentially increase the<br />
voices that say it’s not a barren wasteland – it should be fought for<br />
and protected,” Whitehill said.<br />
Maddie is a journalism graduate student, University of Montana<br />
soccer team member and Backcountry Journal intern.<br />
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BACKCOUNTRY<br />
JOURNAL<br />
The Magazine of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers Fall 2017<br />
Volume XII, Issue IX<br />
Table of Contents<br />
Features<br />
Speechless: Dreams, Nightmares and Wyoming Moose 32<br />
By Jared Oakleaf<br />
My Chums 36<br />
By David Zoby<br />
For the Love of the Hunt 42<br />
By Natalie England<br />
Poem: Do the Math 45<br />
By George Wallace<br />
Sweat Equity 48<br />
By Mark Hurst<br />
A Conversation with Remi Warren 54<br />
By Ryan Hughes and Sam Lungren<br />
Dusan Smetana photo<br />
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Departments<br />
President’s Message 3<br />
True Grit<br />
Your Backcountry 5<br />
Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, Alaska<br />
BHA Headquarters News 8<br />
Podcast & Blast, New Staffers, Photo Contest Winners, Elliott State Forest,<br />
National Monuments Review<br />
Backcountry Bounty 11<br />
Faces of BHA 13<br />
Katie DeLorenzo – Albuquerque, New Mexico<br />
Public Land Owner 15<br />
Sabinoso Wilderness, New Mexico<br />
Stream Access Now 16<br />
BHA members defend and improve sportsmen’s access to lakes in LA, SD and WA<br />
Backcountry Bistro 19<br />
Venison Chislic<br />
Beyond Fair Chase 21<br />
Fair Chase and Public Access<br />
Kids’ Corner 23<br />
Nuts About Fall<br />
Opinion 24<br />
Worth Fighting For<br />
Chapter News 26<br />
Instructional 56<br />
Eagle Eyes<br />
End of the Line 62<br />
Black Out Pack Out III<br />
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BHA HEADQUARTERS<br />
BHA PODCAST & BLAST<br />
IN JULY, BHA KICKED OFF BHA’s Podcast & Blast featuring the vocal and interviewing talents of Hal<br />
Herring, an award-winning journalist and contributing editor at Field & Stream. With each new podcast<br />
you can expect to hear conversations that are both entertaining and provocative. Guests so far have included<br />
Randy Newberg of On Your Own Adventures, Mike Schoby of Petersen’s Hunting, Steven Rinella of<br />
MeatEater, Anthony Licata of Field & Stream and conservation legend Jim Posewitz. As of mid-September<br />
the podcast had more than 100,000 downloads across iTunes, Stitcher and Podbean. It also can be found<br />
on YouTube.<br />
Hal has written for a wide range of publications including The Atlantic, The Economist, High Country<br />
News and Bugle. He’s a lifelong outdoorsman, mountaineer, hunter and fisherman and is well known for his<br />
deeply reported, thought-provoking stories and essays. Born and raised in northern Alabama, Hal moved to<br />
NEW FACES ON STAFF<br />
AS BHA CONTINUES TO GROW so does our staff of passionate<br />
conservationists. We are proud to introduce three new members<br />
of our team.<br />
CHRIS HENNESSEY, New York and Pennsylvania Public<br />
Lands Coordinator. Chris<br />
grew up in suburban Philadelphia<br />
with a passion for<br />
hunting, fishing, camping<br />
and nature. Now a resident<br />
of the outdoor mecca of State<br />
College, Pa., he is surrounded<br />
by the ridges and valleys<br />
of the Allegheny Mountains.<br />
There, and across the country,<br />
he enjoys many types of<br />
public land recreation with<br />
his wife, Tina, and their children PattyAnn and William.<br />
Chris spent most of his career in newspapers and public relations.<br />
His conservation ethic was honed while directing communications<br />
at a land trust in State College. He is excited to be on<br />
board at BHA and looks forward to working with members in to<br />
protect our precious woods and waters.<br />
JOSH KAYWOOD,<br />
Southeast Chapter Coordinator.<br />
Josh grew up<br />
backpacking, climbing and<br />
kayaking in the Blue Ridge<br />
Mountains, where he developed<br />
a passion for the<br />
outdoors. While attending<br />
college at the University of<br />
Mississippi he was introduced<br />
to a new landscape,<br />
the Mississippi Delta, where<br />
BHA RESPONDS TO LEAKED DOI NATIONAL MONUMENTS REPORT<br />
IN APRIL 2017, PRESIDENT TRUMP SIGNED an executive<br />
order instructing Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke to review national<br />
monument designations from the past 21 years, a total of 27<br />
monuments. Zinke toured the country for four months visiting<br />
some of the monuments and speaking with proponents both for<br />
he fell in love with waterfowl hunting. The cypress swamps and<br />
fields of the delta provided a new lens through which to view the<br />
outdoors and inevitably led to his growing interests in small game<br />
hunting, as well as bowhunting whitetails and black bears.<br />
Before coming to BHA, Josh was an entrepreneur in healthcare,<br />
largely focusing on business development. Josh is a founding<br />
member of the Southeast Chapter and served as its first chair,<br />
which fostered a desire for a deeper level of commitment to the<br />
BHA mission.<br />
ALIAH ADAMS KNOPFF, Alberta Public Lands Coordinator.<br />
Aliah has always had a<br />
passion for wild places, especially<br />
the mountain backcountry<br />
of Western Canada<br />
and the U.S. She grew up<br />
hiking, backpacking, skiing<br />
and being outdoors with<br />
family. She is now passing<br />
on these traditions to her<br />
own children. Aliah was introduced<br />
to hunting in her<br />
early 20s, and she now uses<br />
her annual fall hunts to spend time in the mountains and ensure<br />
a freezer full of wild Alberta meat to fuel her family.<br />
Aliah’s interest in conservation led her to pursue undergraduate<br />
degrees in environmental science and international relations.<br />
Over the past six years, Aliah has been an environmental consultant<br />
working with Alberta’s large mammals, including mountain<br />
goats, bighorn sheep, cougars and bears.<br />
As the Alberta public lands coordinator with BHA, Aliah will<br />
focus her passion for the outdoors and conservation on fostering<br />
a collaborative network of individuals and organizations with a<br />
shared purpose of preserving the ecological integrity of Alberta’s<br />
public lands and wild spaces.<br />
and against the protection. In August, Zinke turned in his review<br />
to President Trump, but it was not made public.<br />
On Sept. 17, The Wall Street Journal published a leaked version<br />
of Zinke’s report. It outlined a plan for changing the management<br />
of 10 iconic American national monuments and reducing the<br />
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oundaries of at least four of them, including Utah’s Bears Ears<br />
and Grand Staircase-Escalante, Nevada’s Gold Butte and Oregon’s<br />
Cascade-Siskiyou. Within the report Zinke concluded that past<br />
presidents had overstepped their powers under the Antiquities Act<br />
to prevent economic activities such as grazing, timber production<br />
and mining rather than to protect specific objects as the act was<br />
intended. Zinke also suggested three new national monuments:<br />
one to cover roughly 130,000 acres in Montana next to Glacier<br />
National Park, the Badger-Two Medicine Area of the Lewis and<br />
Clark National Forest; the Jackson, Mississippi home of Medgar<br />
Evers, an NAACP field secretary who led protests against segregation<br />
and was murdered in 1963; and Camp Nelson, a Civil War<br />
Union Army supply depot in Kentucky.<br />
“While the administration’s report remains unconfirmed, vague<br />
details being reported at this time should concern public lands<br />
sportsmen and women,” said Land Tawney, BHA president and<br />
CEO. “If these recommendations reflect the Interior Department’s<br />
suggested course of action for Congress and President<br />
Trump, our public lands, waters, wildlife and outdoor traditions<br />
could be at risk.”<br />
OREGON’S ELLIOTT STATE FOREST TO REMAIN PUBLICLY ACCESSIBLE<br />
ESTABLISHED IN 1930, the Elliott State Forest was given to<br />
Oregon by the federal government to provide a sustainable source<br />
of school funding through timber harvest. Over time, divergent<br />
public interests led to a loss of revenue on the land and resulted<br />
in the state proposing its sale in fall 2015. BHA reacted quickly,<br />
launching a petition to protect the 93,000-acre forest that received<br />
over 4,000 signatures.<br />
In August Gov. Kate Brown signed S.B. 847 into law, transferring<br />
ownership of the Elliott from the school trust fund to<br />
an alternative state land management entity that does not have<br />
the same fiscal management constraints. The Oregon State Land<br />
Board had postponed ruling on the Elliott’s fate to give state lawmakers<br />
time to develop a plan that would keep the forest publicly<br />
accessible.<br />
“Finding creative ways to keep public lands in public hands<br />
is paramount in our fight against losing access to the lands and<br />
waters that we as sportsmen and women love,” said BHA Oregon<br />
Chair Ian Isaacson. “Just as important is engagement by the public.<br />
We must be active participants in the entire process, no matter<br />
how difficult, tiring and frustrating as it may be.”<br />
Headquarters News reported and written by Backcountry Journal<br />
intern Dakota Wharry.<br />
PUBLIC WATERS PHOTO CONTEST WINNERS<br />
First place: BJ Stone – “Montana Public Waters Handshake”<br />
Second place: Sara Schroeder – “Waterfall on<br />
Montana’s Rocky Mountain Front”<br />
Third place: Jason Hayes – “Teaching kids how to pack into the<br />
mountains, then catch, fillet and cook their own fish over an<br />
open fire is an unforgettable experience”<br />
Most Creative: Dave Quinn – ” Flippin’ out on a rare hot day on the lower Stikine River near<br />
the BC/Alaska boundary”<br />
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Angler: Jessica Smail, BHA Member Species: Rainbow<br />
Trout State: Montana Method: Fly Rod Distance from<br />
nearest road: One mile Transportation: Foot<br />
Hunter: Bob Sorvaag, BHA Member<br />
Species: Mule Deer State: Idaho Method: Rifle<br />
Distance from nearest road: Two miles<br />
Transportation: Foot<br />
Hunter: Kyle Demmit, BHA Member Species: Ruffed<br />
Grouse State: Washington Method: Compound Bow<br />
Distance from nearest road: Five miles Transportation:<br />
Foot<br />
Hunter: Tom Martin, BHA Member Species: American<br />
Alligator State: Florida Method: Rod & Reel/Harpoon/<br />
Bang Stick Distance from nearest road: One mile<br />
Transportation: Boat<br />
Hunter: Allie D’Andrea, BHA Member Species: Pronghorn<br />
State: Wyoming Method: Compound Bow Distance<br />
nearest road: Two miles Transportation: Foot/Bike<br />
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FACES OF BHA<br />
KATIE DeLORENZO: Albuquerque, New Mexico<br />
Advertising Professional, NM Chapter Board Member, Train To Hunt Finalist<br />
HOW DID YOU START<br />
HUNTING?<br />
My dad is a really avid hunter<br />
so I grew up around it. He would<br />
bring animals home, and I was<br />
always aware of what he was doing,<br />
and he would show me all of<br />
the biology. If he brought a turkey<br />
home, we’d see what it had<br />
been eating and I would watch<br />
the butchering process happen,<br />
so that was kind of my first taste<br />
of it. I had been coaching soccer<br />
for 12 years, so I wasn’t really<br />
active and then got tired of<br />
coaching and blew out my knee<br />
and had four surgeries and my<br />
dad was retiring, so I thought,<br />
‘Oh my gosh I need to learn this<br />
stuff.’ So I went on a few hunts<br />
and got hooked. I went on a bighorn<br />
sheep hunt – it was a ewe<br />
hunt in the Latir Wilderness –<br />
and that was a life changing hunt<br />
for me. My dad and I hiked into<br />
the backcountry, and I killed<br />
an animal and carried it off the<br />
mountain on my back. It was a<br />
big moment because I’m 115 lbs,<br />
and my dad didn’t think I could<br />
carry the sheep. So that kind of<br />
challenge and that experience of<br />
having that solitude and hunting<br />
an animal that you have to carry<br />
out – it just changed everything<br />
for me, and I started thinking<br />
about it more like a sport and<br />
setting challenges and goals.<br />
WHAT ROLE DOES<br />
SOCIAL MEDIA PLAY IN<br />
MODERN HUNTING?<br />
To me, women hunting wasn’t<br />
that novel because my older sister<br />
is a very accomplished hunter.<br />
When I started putting my own<br />
stories out there, I really saw a<br />
need for education about what<br />
this lifestyle is about. There are<br />
many people who have no clue<br />
what is available to us. We have<br />
access to this amazing public land<br />
where you can go explore and see<br />
such diversity in the environment,<br />
species and even the exotics that<br />
have contributed to our hunting<br />
opportunity like ibex and oryx.<br />
There’s a need for education and<br />
advocates to make hunting approachable.<br />
Whether that’s a person<br />
who has never heard about it,<br />
or a female who wants to get into<br />
it and needs a buddy to go do archery<br />
with, my main goal is to be<br />
that source and speak about hunting<br />
in a responsible way and open<br />
those conversations to help people<br />
understand. There are also many<br />
who are not supportive of hunting,<br />
and if I can help justify it in<br />
a way that’s understandable, that’s<br />
a huge win for me. I’ve received<br />
pretty gnarly messages from anti-hunters.<br />
Education is the best<br />
thing we can be doing with social<br />
media to being responsible promoters<br />
of our lifestyle.<br />
WHAT ATTRACTED<br />
YOU TO BHA?<br />
Goodness, I would just say<br />
the energy around it. I keep a<br />
pretty close eye on everything<br />
that’s happening in the social<br />
realm, and to me, it just seemed<br />
like they have a lot of traction<br />
and momentum right now. The<br />
message really struck a chord<br />
with me, because I think being<br />
a native New Mexican and having<br />
a sense of reverence instilled<br />
in me since a young age for our<br />
public lands and wildlife, it was<br />
kind of like a wake up call as<br />
an adult: Here I am, enjoying<br />
all of this stuff, and it’s part of<br />
my heritage I feel very strongly<br />
about. Yet I’ve never been<br />
involved in advocating for it.<br />
So, really, it was the energy<br />
and momentum paired with an<br />
amazing group of people here<br />
in Albuquerque that I am confident<br />
will make a positive impact.<br />
I’ve worked with a lot of<br />
other organizations, and what I<br />
love about BHA is it’s an opportunity<br />
to make a real impact<br />
on my state. It’s important to<br />
me that future generations will<br />
be able to experience what I’ve<br />
experienced in the outdoors.<br />
WHAT IS THE BIGGEST<br />
THREAT TO HUNTING<br />
AND FISHING?<br />
I really feel at a basic level,<br />
that it’s just the loss of public<br />
lands either via access constraints<br />
or sale – and I wonder<br />
how I can help in fighting this. I<br />
work at one of the top ad agencies<br />
in the Southwest and I’m<br />
exposed to cutting edge communications<br />
on a daily basis, so<br />
I have the ability to find a synergy<br />
between my professional life<br />
and my biggest passion. I hope<br />
that by promoting hunting and<br />
bringing people on board with<br />
it, we can continue supporting<br />
our wildlife model and continue<br />
to be able to hunt and fish<br />
in America. We are all born<br />
with this right and only a few<br />
of us are fighting for it, and it<br />
could go away at any moment. I<br />
want to wake my generation up<br />
and say, ‘Hey, guys, it could go<br />
away at any moment. What can<br />
you be doing to help?’ Whether<br />
that’s taking a little kid fishing<br />
or hunting or getting someone<br />
involved so that they’re contributing,<br />
I think hunter recruitment<br />
is a really big topic for us<br />
right now. Who am I to enjoy<br />
all that New Mexico has to offer<br />
and then not fight on its behalf?<br />
If it really means so much<br />
to me, then I need to put my<br />
money where my mouth is.<br />
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PUBLIC LAND OWNER<br />
Joel Gay photo<br />
SABINOSO WILDERNESS, NEW MEXICO<br />
BY RYAN HUGHES<br />
NEW MEXICO’S SABINOSO WILDERNESS is 16,030 acres<br />
of remote desert. Creeks lined with cottonwoods and willows flow<br />
through the bottoms of massive canyons cut into the landscape.<br />
Rocky cliffs loom over groves of pines and junipers where elk,<br />
mule deer, black bears and turkeys may be caught roaming. The<br />
Sabinoso is a landscape that is equally beautiful as it is unforgiving.<br />
It is also completely surrounded by private land, making it<br />
the only wilderness area that is inaccessible by overland travel.<br />
Legislation to designate the Sabinoso as wilderness failed several<br />
times before finding its way its into Omnibus Public Lands<br />
Management Act of 2009, where it recieved President Obama’s<br />
signature. But since its designation, the Sabinoso has remained effectively<br />
closed to any who wish to hunt, hike or explore. In 2016,<br />
the Wilderness Land Trust purchased the adjacent Rimrock Rose<br />
Ranch with plans to donate the ranch to the BLM. If accepted,<br />
this donation would allow passage into the Sabinoso through the<br />
southwestern boundary.<br />
A chorus of conservation organizations have since urged Secretary<br />
of the Interior Ryan Zinke to accept the donation of the<br />
3,314 acre ranch and open the Sabinoso. At press time, the secretary<br />
had not officially accepted the donation, athough he has<br />
indicated that he plans to do so.<br />
“I originally had concerns about adding more wilderness-designated<br />
area,” Zinke said in a statement. “However, after hiking and<br />
riding the land it was clear that access would only be improved if<br />
the U.S. Department of the Interior accepted the land and maintained<br />
the existing roadways.”<br />
As it stands, the only way to gain entry into the wilderness<br />
is by obtaining permission to cross a surrounding ranch or by<br />
miraculously dropping in from the sky. The lack of opportunity<br />
for hunting the Sabinoso leaves curiosity in the minds of many<br />
hunters. This makes any insights and experiences of hunting in<br />
the Sabinoso valuable. With a special draw archery mule deer tag<br />
in hand, New Mexico BHA member Joel Gay was able to secure<br />
permission to cross a surrounding private property. Though he<br />
was not sure what to expect there, Joel was enthused to have the<br />
opportunity to venture into an untouched landscape surrounded<br />
by both controversy and curiosity.<br />
“This is some really tough country. And it’s beautiful country.<br />
And it probably hasn’t been hunted in many years,” Joel said.<br />
What Joel found was rugged terrain and a desolate landscape.<br />
Trails were scarce. The September heat was practically begging<br />
him to pack up his gear and end his hunt, but the sight of fresh<br />
game tracks kept him on his toes as he glassed his way through the<br />
southern portion of the wilderness. Though he walked out of the<br />
Sabinoso emptyhanded, Joel gathered a rare perspective, piquing<br />
curiosity of what game might inhabit the northern regions.<br />
“It’s criminal that we have a wilderness area in the United States<br />
that’s currently landlocked with no access to it,” Joel said. “We<br />
need to get access to it. It will be great for anybody who wants to<br />
see some beautiful country and try to get a turkey in the spring<br />
or fall – and even knock themselves out by trying to get a deer.”<br />
Zinke made his statements following a visit to the Sabinoso,<br />
where he toured the area on horseback alongside Sens. Tom Udall<br />
and Martin Heinrich, both of New Mexico and vocal supporters<br />
of the Rimrock Rose Ranch donation. They were joined by BHA<br />
President and CEO Land Tawney. In a press release, Sens. Udall<br />
and Heinrich show appreciation for Zinke’s support, along with a<br />
recognition for the importance of public lands.<br />
“This is a major gain for New Mexico and would not be possible<br />
without the generosity of the Wilderness Land Trust and<br />
the dedication of the local community and sportsmen who have<br />
championed this effort for many years,” Heinrich said. “I am<br />
grateful that Secretary Zinke visited our state and recognizes just<br />
how special the Sabinoso truly is. Traditions like hunting, hiking,<br />
and fishing are among the pillars of Western culture and a thriving<br />
outdoor recreation economy.”<br />
BHA Southwest Chapter Coordinator Jason Amaro helped<br />
lead a grassroots campaign to secure to access to the Sabinoso<br />
Wilderness. He believes that Zinke deserves recognition for taking<br />
a pro access stance, but as a New Mexican hunter, he is still<br />
awaiting the land donation to be finalized.<br />
“If there was any doubt that sportsmen and women have a<br />
voice, the secretary’s announcement should settle that debate,” Jason<br />
said. “Together, hunters and anglers unanimously urged Secretary<br />
Zinke to do the right thing, and now we’ve taken a step to<br />
securing public access to one of New Mexico’s premier wilderness<br />
areas. We thank Sens. Heinrich and Udall for their leadership to<br />
get us here and look forward to continued partnership with Secretary<br />
Zinke and his staff to finalize this long awaited agreement.”<br />
As hunters dream of entrance into the Sabinoso, hunting season<br />
inches closer. Though Zinke’s plan to accept the land donation is<br />
worthy of applause, his actions will be the true testament to his<br />
commitment to both public lands and American sportsmen.<br />
Ryan is an intern at Backcountry Journal.<br />
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STREAM ACCESS NOW<br />
PUBLIC WATERS ACCESS:<br />
BHA members work to defend and improve sportsmen’s access<br />
to lakes in Louisiana, South Dakota, Washington<br />
BY MADDIE VINCENT<br />
IN OUR SUMMER 2017 ISSUE, Backcountry Journal highlighted<br />
water access concerns across the nation through narratives and<br />
a comprehensive chart of each state’s access laws. That data makes<br />
it clear that the battle for access to public waters is far from won.<br />
Legal issues continue to arise, making this issue an all-important<br />
focus for BHA. Right now, that focus is lake-heavy as we fight to<br />
protect and restore access in three states.<br />
CATAHOULA LAKE, LOUISIANA<br />
Catahoula is well-known as the largest freshwater lake in Louisiana.<br />
The 30,000-acre reservoir is one of the most important habitats<br />
for migrating ducks and shorebirds in the Mississippi Flyway.<br />
For over 100 years, people have hunted and fished Catahoula<br />
Lake, evidenced by the numerous duck blinds that decorate its<br />
shallow waters. Brett Herring of ShellShocked Guide Service has<br />
hunted the lake since he was 12 years old and says it still isn’t easy.<br />
“What makes it difficult to hunt Catahoula is the constant water<br />
fluctuations. You always gotta be on your toes and you gotta<br />
be willing to work. It’s a constant battle with Mother Nature,”<br />
Herring said.<br />
However, these water fluctuations are at the root of a bigger<br />
challenge than anything Herring has seen. A July district court<br />
ruling defined Catahoula as a floodplain wetland of Little River –<br />
not a lake – which changes more than just its name.<br />
Little River winds through the Catahoula Basin, historically a<br />
meandering stream for half of the year and an overflow for backed<br />
up tributaries for the other. In 1973, the Jonesville Lock and Dam<br />
was built, allowing greater control over a fluctuating waterbody.<br />
This turned Catahoula into a more permanent lake, while still<br />
allowing the flood-drain cycle responsible for the abundance of<br />
duck feed and other vegetation. But in Crooks v. State, the court<br />
deemed the dam unlawful expropriation of the Little River’s banks<br />
by the state, which owed the area’s private land owners almost $38<br />
million in damages and $4.5 million in oil and gas royalties.<br />
In Louisiana, the land below the ordinary high water mark of a<br />
lake is owned by the state, whereas the land between the ordinary<br />
high water and low water marks of a river can be privately owned.<br />
That means Catahoula’s river designation puts other non-permanent<br />
and seasonally flooded waterbodies, along with a dynasty of<br />
duck hunting, at risk of privatization. This has people like BHA’s<br />
Southeast Chapter Coordinator Josh Kaywood worried.<br />
“Because the Army Corps of Engineers built dams all over, almost<br />
every lake is a river dammed up,” Kaywood said. “If this case<br />
goes through, it sets a dangerous precedent that has the potential<br />
to affect waterbodies across the entire country.”<br />
The State of Louisiana filed an appeal to Crooks v. State that<br />
will most likely be heard next summer. Kaywood and his chapter<br />
are putting together a game plan to promote legislation in favor<br />
of public access. In the meantime, hunting and fishing on Catahoula<br />
will continue as before. And Herring plans to continue, as<br />
he’s always done.<br />
“If the appeal doesn’t go through, it’s definitely going to be a<br />
different way of life on Catahoula,” Herring said. “But, as lake<br />
hunters, we’ve always had to learn to adapt. It’s tough, but I like to<br />
think we’re some of the toughest duck hunters there are.”<br />
NON-MEANDERED LAKES, SOUTH DAKOTA<br />
Around the same time as Crooks v. State, the Open Waters<br />
Compromise (HB 1001) was enacted after a special session of the<br />
South Dakota legislature.<br />
The special session and resulting emergency legislation stems<br />
from the thousands of relatively new lakes in northeastern South<br />
Dakota. Up until about 20 years ago, this region was known<br />
for its mix of pastureland marshes and farmland. Then, the ’90s<br />
brought precipitation that didn’t stop. In ’96 and ’97, the state<br />
had one of the biggest snowfalls in history, and its melt-off helped<br />
permanently sink the meadows under 10 to 20 feet of water, creating<br />
lakes known as prairie potholes.<br />
Lakes in South Dakota fall in the public trust, meaning if they<br />
are legally accessible through a public road, they’re fair game.<br />
Northeastern South Dakota has a section line road almost every<br />
mile, so legal access is easy, and the new lakes have become recreational<br />
hotspots. South Dakota Game, Fish and Parks maintains<br />
91 active fisheries, mostly for walleye and perch, whose growth<br />
rates are extreme due to the great amount of vegetation. This vegetation<br />
also attracts thousands of waterfowl in the heart of the<br />
Central Flyway.<br />
But some landowners aren’t happy about sharing their land. In<br />
2003, their complaints and attempts to close the lakes influenced<br />
the South Dakota Supreme Court to order the state legislature to<br />
find a compromise between landowners and sportsmen. However,<br />
the legislature failed to act. So last spring, after more complaints<br />
and failed closures, the court ruled all non-meandered waters<br />
closed to public access. Their ruling drove the state legislature to<br />
assemble a study committee to take a closer look at South Dakota<br />
water law and come out with a band aid piece of legislation, HB<br />
1001.<br />
In the late 1800s and early 1900s, lakes across South Dakota<br />
were surveyed. If the lakes were at least 40 acres and of a permanent<br />
nature, they were considered “meandered lakes” held in the<br />
public trust. Most of the lakes in northeastern South Dakota are<br />
considered non-meandered because they are a result of excessive<br />
flooding and were not a part of the original survey. So, because<br />
these northeastern lakes are non-meandered, the state legislators<br />
decided in HB 1001, or the Open Water Compromise, that landowners<br />
may buoy off their sections of the lakes as private.<br />
Because this is a compromise, landowners have some restrictions.<br />
First, as part of the public trust, access to a water body is<br />
guaranteed, regardless of its designation. This means if a section<br />
line road runs right up to a lake, the public has 33 feet of access<br />
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on either side of the road’s center line. However, at the 34 foot<br />
line, landowners can post No Trespassing signs and buoys after<br />
notifying SDGFP. Second, in Section 8 of HB 1001, legislators<br />
identified 27 non-meandered lakes as open to the public due to<br />
their heavy and consistent recreational use. If landowners would<br />
like to buoy off their portions of a Section 8 lake, they would have<br />
to go through a petition process with SDGFP.<br />
As of early September, only four landowners have requested<br />
permission to close off lake areas. SDGFP Special Projects Coordinator<br />
Kevin Robling, whose focus is on HB 1001, is working<br />
closely with landowners and sportsmen to ensure the bill stays<br />
true to its name.<br />
“This is a unique situation because it is privately owned land<br />
under public trust waters, but we’re working with landowners<br />
closely. This is a very open and transparent process,” Robling said.<br />
Although HB 1001 doesn’t fully restore access, it buys more<br />
time for a state that’s already 90 percent privately owned and at<br />
risk of losing more of the little access it had to begin with. HB<br />
1001 will sunset in June 2018, meaning the state legislature must<br />
take action during the next session to make it permanent, or else<br />
it will disappear and the lakes will be closed to the public. Robling<br />
would like to see that sunset clause extended to three years so he<br />
has time to work with the bill and its commission.<br />
DRY LAKE, WASHINGTON<br />
While sportsmen and waterfront landowners are often pitted<br />
against each other in water access issues, the Washington BHA<br />
Chapter has shown it doesn’t have to be that way.<br />
Dry Lake, also known as Grass Lake, is a shallow home to largemouth<br />
bass, yellow perch, bluegill, crappie and brown bullheads<br />
near Chelan. The lake is one of 33 easements the Washington<br />
Department of Fish & Wildlife received as compensation for<br />
construction of the Rocky Reach and Rock Island dams on the<br />
Columbia River. Most of these easements are water banks surrounded<br />
by private property with no legal way in from the road,<br />
resulting in confusion and trespassing conflicts.<br />
Joe Bridges, a Washington Department of Fish & Wildlife<br />
biologist who helps resolve landowner conflicts, reached out to<br />
BHA and other organizations for financial support to turn a few<br />
of these easements into identifiable access points. Washington<br />
BHA Board Member Bob Mirasole toured the proposed sites with<br />
Bridges.<br />
“I drove out with Joe to see what the scope of the project was,<br />
and basically, it was a slam dunk type of thing,” Mirasole said.<br />
“There wasn’t any question as to why this wasn’t a good thing to<br />
support.”<br />
Bridges and Mirasole worked with landowners to create a primitive<br />
boat launch, parking lot and signage for the Dry Lake access.<br />
It’s been open for two months now and is the first leg of a three access<br />
project. Mirasole believes this project will set a precedent for<br />
future collaboration between the Washington BHA and WDFW<br />
to ensure public access across the state. He will continue to work<br />
with Bridges to raise funds for development of the Horse Lake<br />
Road and North Road access sites along the Wenatchee River, key<br />
steelhead and salmon fishing spots.<br />
Maddie is an intern at Backcountry Journal.<br />
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BACKCOUNTRY BISTRO<br />
DEER CHISL C<br />
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about out-ofkitchen<br />
food prep at<br />
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BY SPENCER NEUHARTH<br />
WE RETURNED TO CAMP EAGER TO EAT something that<br />
wasn’t another uninspiring ham sandwich. Though only Day Two<br />
of the hunt, the heavy gambrel next to the cabin meant venison<br />
on the menu. Hungry as we were tired, it was easy to decide on<br />
supper. South Dakotans know the right way to do it.<br />
As I peeled a backstrap from the mule deer, my friend Logan<br />
dumped some olive oil into a fire-lit Dutch oven. The pot was<br />
crackling as I cubed the loin. I sank the small chunks of meat, covered<br />
in Cavender’s Seasoning, into the oil not long after. In about<br />
the time it takes to nuke a bowl of ramen, the meal was served.<br />
“Chislic is the food God eats. We’re just fortunate enough that<br />
he shares some with us,” Logan muttered as we sat by the fire.<br />
Chislic, typically fried mutton on a stick, is only known among<br />
the select few who call South Dakota home. Although unheard of<br />
elsewhere, it is wildly popular in my home state. So much so that<br />
the area’s largest newspaper declared it “South Dakota’s favorite<br />
food.” The region’s largest magazine deemed the southeastern corner<br />
of the state “Chislic Circle.”<br />
It’s within that Chislic Circle that the dish arose. The name<br />
comes from the Turkic word “shashlik,” meaning cubed red meat<br />
on a stick – the same root as shish kebab. It’s believed that chislic<br />
was first prepared here in the 1870s by an immigrant from the<br />
Crimean Peninsula of Eastern Europe. Since then, it’s become a<br />
staple for the Mount Rushmore State.<br />
In Freeman, population 1,300, sticks of chislic are served by<br />
the dozen, and the the town literally goes through hundreds of<br />
thousands of sticks a year. One bar, Papa’s, estimates that they<br />
sometimes serve up to 3,000 sticks a week. Not far away is the<br />
Turner County Fair, which sells nearly 10,000 sticks a day during<br />
the five-day gathering.<br />
Chislic is almost always served as mutton or lamb, but what<br />
small town you’re in plays a role in how your chislic arrives. In<br />
Yankton, chislic comes with a side of toast. In Menno, it’s served<br />
with saltines. In Freeman, it’s deep fried with slices of onion. In<br />
Sioux Falls, it’s grilled on a set of small kebab sticks.<br />
There are some chislic sins that Dakotans are mindful of: You<br />
shall not marinade it, overcook it or leave any leftovers. Marinating<br />
chislic takes away from the simplicity and trends away from<br />
the 1870s-inspired meal. Overcooking it robs the meat of tenderness,<br />
which is easily done with such small portions. Leftovers<br />
won’t do justice the second time around, as flavor and juiciness are<br />
unmatched with fresh, hot chislic.<br />
Although chislic is almost always made with sheep in restaurants,<br />
some people use beef or venison. In those rare instances, it’s<br />
vehemently referred to as “beef chislic” or “deer chislic.”<br />
Deer chislic is as versatile as mutton, which is what makes<br />
it such a great camp meal. Any deer lodge or tent site should<br />
have access to a grill, stove or fire, making this dish ideal for the<br />
culinarily limited places hunters often find themselves.<br />
Chislic should be sliced into small, un-uniform pieces that are<br />
roughly as wide as a quarter and thick as your thumb. The best<br />
cuts for venison are the backstraps and round roasts, as these offer<br />
the biggest hunks of meat that require the least amount of trimming.<br />
Like mutton, it’s acceptable to serve it loose or on a stick.<br />
Either way you do it, deer chislic is so simple and delicious that<br />
it’s sure to be a hit at any deer camp. In my opinion, it’s about<br />
time for this secret dish to make its way beyond the borders of<br />
South Dakota.<br />
FRIED DEER CHISLIC<br />
Half of a backstrap, cubed<br />
Two onions, sliced<br />
Garlic powder<br />
Black pepper<br />
Salt<br />
Olive oil<br />
In a Dutch oven, heat up just enough oil to cover the meat.<br />
Once the oil is hot, drop in the onions for 1 minute.<br />
With the onions still in the Dutch oven, drop the chislic in for<br />
2 minutes.<br />
Remove both the onions and chislic, transferring to a paper<br />
towel for blotting before serving.<br />
Generously apply garlic powder, black pepper and salt.<br />
GRILLED DEER CHISLIC<br />
Half a backstrap, cubed<br />
Cavender’s Seasoning<br />
Kebab sticks<br />
Thread the chislic cubes on small kebab sticks, close enough to<br />
almost touch each other.<br />
On a hot grill, cook the chislic for three minutes, or until you<br />
see the sticks start to char.<br />
Remove from grill and generously apply Cavender’s Seasoning.<br />
Spencer is an outdoor writer and photographer out of South Dakota.<br />
He joined BHA in 2017 upon the state getting its own chapter.<br />
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BEYOND FAIR CHASE<br />
Daniel Wilde photo<br />
BY JAN E. DIZARD<br />
FOR ROUGHLY TWO-THIRDS OF THE 20TH CENTURY,<br />
hunters and fishers were the bedrock of conservation. But beginning<br />
in the early 1970s, the ground shifted. The accomplishments<br />
of the conservation movement, to which hunters contributed<br />
mightily, began to pale in the face of new environmental<br />
issues and a new environmental movement that had priorities<br />
not centered on restoration of game and fish and the habitats on<br />
which they depend. Indeed, protection of wildlife and opposition<br />
to management practices that enhanced wildlife habitat became<br />
dominant. Hunters and the new environmental movement diverged.<br />
The result, sadly, has weakened both. Both now face a<br />
different challenge as serious as the one we faced a century ago.<br />
Strong political forces mean to take advantage of the split between<br />
hunters and environmentalists and are determined to turn the<br />
public lands over to the states. As BHA has made clear, should<br />
this happen, hunting and fishing opportunities will be curtailed.<br />
More than access is at stake in the threat to public lands. Broad<br />
access to hunting and fishing opportunities is crucial to sustaining<br />
the ethic of fair chase. A page from my own experience reveals the<br />
link between access and a robust hunting ethic.<br />
When I was new to western Massachusetts and hadn’t had time<br />
to get my bearings, I hunted the only public lands open to hunting:<br />
state-run management areas stocked with pheasants. Crowds<br />
of hunters assembled in designated parking lots, waiting for the<br />
legal shooting hour. Then, like an invading army, hunters and<br />
dogs streamed into the field. I witnessed heated arguments over<br />
whose dog had first pointed a pheasant and whose shot, among<br />
a volley of shots, brought the bird down. It was a scene designed<br />
to bring out the worst in us, not the best. To be sure, even in<br />
those less than ideal situations most hunters were respectful of<br />
others and mindful of elementary safety. But frayed nerves and an<br />
inevitable sense of competition made it likely that tempers would<br />
flare and, even more troubling, that ill-considered shots would<br />
be taken.<br />
In the East, where I live, private lands dwarf public lands. But<br />
FAIR CHASE AND PUBLIC ACCESS:<br />
JOINED AT THE HIP<br />
more and more private land is being put off-limits to hunting.<br />
Each year, more private lands are decorated with signs declaring<br />
the land closed to public access. This is creating a cascade<br />
of unwelcome effects. Crowding on what remains open is first.<br />
The crowding in turn degrades the habitat over time and requires<br />
more and more investment in upkeep, straining agency budgets.<br />
As noted, the experience of hunting is diminished. Men and<br />
women are drawn to hunting for a variety of reasons, but being<br />
in close proximity to hundreds of other hunters is not usually one<br />
of them. Hunters give up, license revenues decline and state agencies<br />
are further cash strapped. But also – and this is crucial – the<br />
ethic of fair chase is weakened by the crowding and the race to<br />
get to the bird first. Finally, those who can afford leases or private<br />
clubs will do so and, in effect, withdraw support for maintaining<br />
broad public access. This re-commercialization of hunting is well<br />
underway all across the country, and it threatens to undermine<br />
the fundamentally democratic character of the North American<br />
Model of hunting and wildlife management.<br />
It is well we remember that our hunting heritage has been<br />
based upon a fundamental principle: the Public Trust Doctrine.<br />
The doctrine holds that some resources, among them wildlife, are<br />
held in common. Like the air we breathe, our wildlife belongs to<br />
everyone. Democracy is not simply about voting and politics. It is<br />
about distributing, not restricting, access to those things we hold<br />
in common, among them public lands and the recreational opportunities<br />
they afford. If the opportunity to hunt or fish is constricted<br />
by restricting access or, what amounts to the same thing,<br />
degrading habitat by mining, drilling, loosely regulated grazing<br />
and rapacious logging, the hard-won commitment to fair chase<br />
will be sorely weakened as hunters are forced to hunt in ever fewer<br />
and more crowded public management areas. Need I add that the<br />
hunting behavior that will ensue will make hunters an easy target<br />
for those who oppose hunting?<br />
Jan is a board member of Orion: The Hunters’ Institute and a life<br />
member of BHA. A retired professor, he splits his time between western<br />
Massachusetts and northern California.<br />
This Backcountry Journal department is brought to you by Orion:<br />
The Hunter’s Institute, a nonprofit and BHA partner dedicated to<br />
advancing hunting ethics and wildlife conservation. To learn more,<br />
visit orionhunters.org. To comment on and discuss this article and<br />
others, go to backcountryhunters.org/fair_chase.<br />
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SUMMER SCAVENGER HUNTERS<br />
Hazel Larson admiring her catch<br />
The BHA Kid’s<br />
Summer Scavenger<br />
Hunt Extravaganza<br />
was another great<br />
success! Kids were<br />
instructed to complete<br />
tasks listed in<br />
Backcountry Journal and<br />
find items from a list,<br />
then send in their photos<br />
to win a Public Land<br />
Owner T-shirt!<br />
Ryan Olson searching for fish food before snoozing on the way home Colton Dukehart inspecting his found feather<br />
Eleanor and Stewart Davis preparing for their scavenger hunt<br />
Sam McCaulou hiking on his public lands<br />
Walker Larson (above) catching a fish, and Tristan Mieczkowski (below) cooking a fish
KIDS’ CORNER<br />
NUTS<br />
ABOUT FALL<br />
Michael Furtman photo<br />
BY KEN KEFFER<br />
THE FORESTS ARE CHANGING COLORS and the leaves will<br />
be dropping soon. Football season is here, and so is hunting season!<br />
It is an exciting time of year to be in the backyard and in<br />
the backcountry. The temperatures might be dropping, but the<br />
fall is heating up for the animals. They are busy finding food and<br />
preparing for winter.<br />
FILLING UP<br />
Fall can be frantic for many critters. Have you ever watched the<br />
squirrels in your neighborhood? Sure, you see them coming and<br />
going all year long, but sit and study them for 5-10 minutes in the<br />
fall. Observing animal behaviors will make you a better naturalist<br />
and a better hunter. In autumn, squirrels scurry about with added<br />
urgency. They collect seeds and nuts and store them up for winter.<br />
Gray squirrels tend to bury nuts throughout their entire home<br />
range. Red squirrels generally collect their bounty in one location.<br />
If you’re out hunting in the woods, look for red squirrel middens.<br />
These are piles of pine cone scales. The squirrels store up a<br />
supply of cones and then sit on their favorite perch snacking away.<br />
They chew into the cones to get to the pine nuts (or spruce nuts<br />
or fir nuts) and the cone scales get tossed aside like peanut and<br />
sunflower seed shell. This leaves behind a messy pile of cone scales<br />
that can be many inches deep. If you’ve found a midden while<br />
squirrel hunting, you’ll know you are in the right spot.<br />
ABUNDANT ACORNS<br />
Acorns are the seeds of oak trees. They are a treat for a bunch of<br />
creatures large and small. There are about 90 species of oak native<br />
to North America. Oak trees take years to mature before they<br />
start producing acorns. Some species make acorns after 20 years.<br />
Others can take 50 years or more before the first acorns appear.<br />
The amount of acorns made by each tree is different from year to<br />
year. Great weather leads to large amounts of acorns. These mast<br />
years become an all-you-can-eat buffet for everything from deer<br />
mice to white-tailed deer.<br />
The acorn caps can make a great whistle. Pinch it between your<br />
pointer fingers and your thumbs while holding the top away from<br />
you. Press your thumbnails to your lower lip and give it a blow.<br />
Adjust until you get a pure whistle. Even if you don’t have an oak<br />
tree around, you should be able to find some fall leaves. Collect<br />
a few and examine them closely. Can you tell the top from the<br />
bottom? How many differently colored leaves can you find? Find<br />
a leaf that has at least three colors on it.<br />
DUCK, DUCK, GOOSE<br />
A few duck species will munch on acorns. Wood ducks especially<br />
seem to bob for acorns in shallow water like you might bob<br />
for apples. Woodies, along with mallards, will munch on acorns<br />
right from the forest floor, too. In the fall, Canada geese also will<br />
get in on the acorn meal plan. So how do ducks and geese eat such<br />
a hard food? They swallow acorns whole. Then, with the help of<br />
a special organ called a gizzard, they crush the acorns. Waterfowl<br />
eat small pebbles of rock that are stored in the gizzard. This helps<br />
grind up hard foods. These birds are the original dine and dashers.<br />
They eat up as quickly as they can before moving to a more<br />
protected area to finish digesting. However, acorns are not on the<br />
menu for much of the year. Instead, they are just a fall treat for<br />
waterfowl.<br />
Fall is the season for wildlife to fatten up for winter. It’s also the<br />
time of year when hunters harvest their bounties to feast upon.<br />
Next time you’re in the woods, thank the trees. Their seeds and<br />
nuts help feed the animals each fall.<br />
Author, naturalist and BHA member Ken Keffer grew up hunting<br />
and fishing in Wyoming. He has written seven books connecting<br />
families to nature, plus the Hiking Wyoming’s Bighorn Mountains<br />
guidebook. Find him at kenkeffer.net.<br />
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OPINION<br />
Dale Spartas photo<br />
WORTH FIGHTING FOR<br />
BY REID BRYANT<br />
“WE ABUSE LAND BECAUSE WE REGARD IT AS A COMMODITY BELONGING TO US. WHEN WE SEE LAND AS A<br />
COMMUNITY TO WHICH WE BELONG, WE MAY BEGIN TO USE IT WITH LOVE AND RESPECT.”<br />
– Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac<br />
This passage from Leopold’s seminal conservation work alludes<br />
knowingly to what remains essential about being a hunter. Central<br />
to the process of becoming a hunter, and central to the identity<br />
found upon arrival, is the community of which Leopold speaks.<br />
This is not just a community of peers, but a community of all<br />
things in nature. When I became a hunter, I ceased to walk over<br />
the land. As a hunter, I became an element of that land, a cog in<br />
a remarkable living machine that is as old as the Earth itself – and<br />
as timeless. Leopold spent a career reflecting on this community<br />
and the role of humans within it. He sat and he watched “like a<br />
mountain,” and he learned by reflective observation. He also took<br />
up a gun each autumn and went hunting, learning a bit more<br />
about himself, and his human ecology, than he’d known before.<br />
Aldo went on to assert that, “In short, a land ethic changes the<br />
role of Homo sapiens from conqueror of the land-community<br />
to plain member and citizen of it. It implies respect for his fellow-members,<br />
and also respect for the community as such.” This<br />
construct is somewhat hard to grasp for most folks, simply because<br />
humans have the capacity, the resources, the vision and the<br />
ingenuity to assert dominance over a natural system at will. We<br />
do so each and every day as we increasingly live outside of nature.<br />
It is why we have survived and flourished, and it is also why, you<br />
might say, we have become disenchanted with and disconnected<br />
from our natural world. We have lost our place in the community<br />
that allowed us a sense of place since time immemorial, and we’ve<br />
in turn become confused about our role.<br />
It is ironic, therefore, that taking up a gun in fall to shoot a bird<br />
or a deer might serve to re-establish a fundamental philosophical<br />
and ecological order. It is ironic that deploying a man-made machine<br />
and ostensibly asserting dominance over a wild creature,<br />
or even more paradoxically a non-endemic, one-time-stocked<br />
creature, could help me regain a sense of myself. It is most ironic,<br />
I might add, that in light of the availability of pre-packaged,<br />
pre-cooked, profoundly inexpensive food I would ever choose to<br />
spend time and money shooting at a piece of meat that, more<br />
often than not, disappears unscathed into the backdrop. But I do<br />
this and love doing it and I seek to do it again. In turn, it makes<br />
me care a little more about the creatures I seek, and the places in<br />
which I seek them.<br />
I am neither a student of psychology nor a student of philosophy,<br />
so I can’t authoritatively say why I am drawn to hunting<br />
or what it means that I am compelled in this way. I assume that<br />
humans were hunters for so long that it became a part of our<br />
wiring, and only fairly recently did we disconnect from a personal<br />
relationship with food acquisition. I can say, and with some confidence,<br />
that in becoming a hunter I was afforded an awareness of a<br />
new community, or perhaps a forgotten community, and one that<br />
my ancestors knew well. My friend Kurt Rinehart, who is one of<br />
the finest naturalists I know, often says that in being a hunter he<br />
is offered a seat at the table. I love this analogy. It is resonant on<br />
a level that both speaks to basic human need, and to essential human<br />
consciousness. As a hunter, in North America anyway, your<br />
table is laid with a host of wild foods so delicate and rare that<br />
they are, in themselves, great treasures. These foods are offered<br />
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in quantity for the cost of a hunting license and some wonderful<br />
days spent afield. Beside you at the table are people who, like you,<br />
see value in being outdoors, in taking responsibility for a linear<br />
connection to the food they eat and the realities of that. There is<br />
a shared identity at the table and a shared pride in place. There is,<br />
at root, community. But a seat at the table offers far more lasting<br />
value than simply a fine piece of meat, served in good company.<br />
When I became a hunter, I attained a vested interest. My very<br />
identity became reliant upon the nourishment of a species, the<br />
preservation of access, the maintenance of legislation that allows<br />
me to pick up a gun and go looking for a bird to shoot. In becoming<br />
a hunter, I learned to be a part of a larger construct, one in<br />
which animals rise from habitat and I, also a piece of the habitat,<br />
aim to harvest them. In this construct, I match my skills against<br />
a bit of nature and I witness unpredictability. I begin to notice<br />
things I rarely noticed before; the crackle of turning leaves on<br />
an October afternoon, the smell of prairie wheat, the glint of a<br />
cottonwood grove. These became things synonymous with my<br />
identity, and I began to care for and about them. When that new<br />
office building threatened my pet woodcock covert, I took notice.<br />
When an unknown blight did in my precious quail, I threw some<br />
money towards land stewardship and avian research. I became a<br />
part of a community that hinged on my involvement and investment.<br />
Without my care, that community would suffer an incremental<br />
blow.<br />
In short, hunting connects me, in a visceral way, to something<br />
of value. That something is a layer cake of resources, natural and<br />
otherwise, that I suddenly see as a part of my personal geography.<br />
As a hunter, I begin to rely on those resources to provide me with<br />
a sense of place, a sense of self and a sense of belonging. Within<br />
said community I am a member alongside the game and the cover<br />
and the greater ecosystem. I truly become a citizen of what Leopold<br />
called a land-community. As a citizen I am a stakeholder, one<br />
with both rights and obligations.<br />
I firmly believe that in hunting I cannot help but learn to become<br />
a better steward of the land and the critters that exist upon<br />
it. As a hunter, I am reminded that we humans are but one species<br />
of those critters, albeit with a bit more firepower and footprint<br />
than most others. As a hunter I am out with my feet on<br />
the ground, gaining intimacy with the land community in a way<br />
I otherwise could not. I become, as poet Marge Piercy once described,<br />
“a native of that element.” I revisit this land community<br />
with a hunter’s eyes and an acute awareness that the experience I<br />
seek hinges on the health of that community. I pull my seat up<br />
to the table, and I care deeply about who is in attendance, and<br />
what is being served. In the absence of this intimacy, conservation<br />
becomes something remote and academic. In the presence of this<br />
intimacy, with blood beneath my fingernails and mud on my pant<br />
cuffs, it becomes something well worth fighting for.<br />
Reid is a writer, hunter and angler living with his wife and daughters<br />
in southern Vermont. By day he works for the Orvis Company<br />
where he serves as endorsed operations manager, though he manages<br />
to sneak in plenty of time in the uplands and wetlands around the<br />
fringes of the workday. His first book, The Orvis Guide to Upland<br />
Hunting, was released in September 2017.<br />
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CHAPTER NEWS<br />
BHA CHAPTERS:<br />
From wildlife advocacy to wedding cakes, BHA<br />
chapter leaders spread the word far and wide<br />
ALBERTA<br />
With the trees already starting to<br />
turn, we find that summer is starting to<br />
wind down. The reluctant decision is made<br />
to put away the angling equipment, and<br />
start the task of preparing for the hunting<br />
season. Extremely dry conditions are<br />
impacting the majority of Alberta, and<br />
with ever-present forest fire smoke moving<br />
in every day, our chapter members made<br />
the very best of summer. Our chapter<br />
organized two camping weekends in the<br />
headwaters of the Oldman River, where<br />
cutthroat trout were caught and released,<br />
lies were exchanged, friends made, and<br />
laughs shared. Our advocacy efforts are<br />
starting to yield results, with BHA being<br />
invited to attend stakeholder meetings. It’s<br />
gratifying to see, considering we are still<br />
quite young as a chapter. BHA is also attending<br />
an upcoming work session to go<br />
over the final management plan for the<br />
Castle Mountain plan. We hope to see our<br />
recommendations to preserve hunting and<br />
angling activities put in place. Conservation<br />
projects are now on the top of the<br />
priority list, and the chapter is starting to<br />
plan with partner groups over the upcoming<br />
months. We look forward to seeing the<br />
impact our motivated members will have<br />
on various efforts around the province. For<br />
the hunting season, some of our members<br />
have been fortunate enough to have drawn<br />
tags for the prized sheep that populate our<br />
backcountry regions. One of our members<br />
managed to fill his trophy sheep tag<br />
on opening day and earned himself a 30<br />
km hike with a fully loaded pack! Once the<br />
morning temperatures become crisper and<br />
the deer start the yearly routine of playing<br />
hide and seek with those who invade the<br />
forest, we’ll be certain that fall has indeed<br />
arrived. – Neil Keow<br />
BRITISH COLUMBIA<br />
The British Columbia Chapter<br />
has had a busy summer. As a follow up<br />
to the Wildlife Management Roundtable<br />
we hosted in March, we encouraged numerous<br />
other conservation organizations,<br />
environmental groups and land base user<br />
groups to continue this collaboration,<br />
align our common interests and efforts<br />
and lobby for meaningful changes to our<br />
wildlife management system. These diverse<br />
interest groups were able to set aside differences<br />
and collaborate on a unified message<br />
to government. Wildlife and the ecosystems<br />
that support them are important and<br />
require dedicated funding, resources and<br />
science based decision making to create a<br />
wildlife management plan for the region.<br />
This plan could then be used as a template<br />
for the province. What makes this effort so<br />
unique and historic is that we were able to<br />
bring together groups that often have been<br />
at odds with each other. We have representation<br />
from guide outfitters, trappers, BC-<br />
BHA, environmental groups, and other<br />
resident hunter groups. Our first course of<br />
action with this coalition was to draft and<br />
deliver a briefing note and summary for<br />
our elected representatives, government<br />
officials and First Nations explaining our<br />
collaborative position and emphasizing the<br />
need for wildlife management to become a<br />
priority in our region. We are encouraged<br />
by this collaborative effort and hope that it<br />
is the start of a new era for wildlife in BC.<br />
We also hosted our first Pint Night at<br />
the Heid Out in Cranbrook on Aug. 24<br />
for an enthusiastic crowd of about 30<br />
backcountry enthusiasts. By the end of<br />
the night we had six new members. We are<br />
planning to host a Pint Night in a major<br />
centre in each region of the province this<br />
winter to promote and hopefully infect the<br />
province with BHA values and bolster our<br />
membership.<br />
A big thank you goes out to Alan Duffy,<br />
our new Kootenay Region chair, who<br />
stepped up to the plate to tackle our growing<br />
regional issues and meeting schedule,<br />
which now allows me as provincial chair<br />
to tour the province, host Pint Nights and<br />
drink beer. Thank you, Al! – Bill Hanlon<br />
CALIFORNIA<br />
The California Chapter had a<br />
busy summer attending events such as the<br />
Last Chance Broadhead shoot in Petaluma,<br />
creating a Habitat Watch program and<br />
capping it all off with a visit from Ty and<br />
Grant from Missoula, MT.<br />
The Habitat Watch program is now up<br />
and running for our state’s 17 National<br />
Forests. We’re hoping to create a quarterly<br />
summary to identify opportunities for<br />
volunteerism and public comment periods<br />
on potential projects. There are still a few<br />
spots that need to be filled; if you are interested<br />
in helping out please contact the<br />
chapter at the email address below.<br />
To highlight our summer Grant and<br />
Ty from the Missoula office paid a visit to<br />
California, covering ground from San Diego<br />
to Sacramento while hosting Hike to<br />
Hunt events and Pint Nights. It was great<br />
to see so many members old and new looking<br />
to get involved.<br />
We are trying to find more ways to get<br />
members together. Pint Nights are a great<br />
way to get folks where members can meet<br />
one another. If you are interested in coordinating<br />
one please contact the chapter<br />
at California@backcountryhunters.com.<br />
– J.R. Young.<br />
COLORADO<br />
Ryan McSparran is the latest<br />
addition to the Colorado BHA Chapter<br />
Leadership Team (CLT), filling the chapter’s<br />
social media coordinator position.<br />
Thank you, Ryan! Members can send Ryan<br />
Instagram content at ryan@peakoutfitter.<br />
com. We encourage you to use the #coloradobha<br />
on Instagram, in addition to the<br />
usual hashtags like #keepitpublic.<br />
The Colorado chapter approved its first<br />
official group (i.e., subchapter) during<br />
July: the Southeast Colorado BHA Group,<br />
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covering the greater Pueblo, Colorado<br />
Springs and Woodland Park region. For<br />
additional information contact the Southeast<br />
CO Regional Director (RD) Ty<br />
Woodward (woodward.tyrel@gmail.com)<br />
or SE CO Assistant RD Ben Montgomery<br />
(ben.montgomery.iv@gmail.com). Thank<br />
you, Ty and Ben!<br />
The chapter is also looking for volunteers<br />
to form a Denver (metro area) Group<br />
and a Southwest (Durango area) Group.<br />
Contact chapter chair David Lien if interested:<br />
dlien2@yahoo.com. In addition,<br />
the chapter has Habitat Watch Volunteer<br />
(HWV) openings. Anyone interested in<br />
volunteering can contact HWV Program<br />
Coordinator Don Holmstrom at donho2@comcast.net.<br />
Colorado BHA Southwest Regional<br />
Director Dan Parkinson is leading up the<br />
chapter’s Bighorn Sheep Observation Volunteers<br />
program in the San Juan Mountains.<br />
The program is designed to help<br />
identify possible conflicts between bighorn<br />
and domestic sheep on grazing allotments<br />
in the San Juans. For additional information<br />
contact Dan at docdanp@gmail.com.<br />
The Gunnison Public Lands Initiative<br />
is a community-based working group initiated<br />
by U.S. Sen. Michael Bennet. The<br />
group is working with county commissioners,<br />
ranchers, hunters, anglers and local<br />
communities to create balanced public<br />
lands legislation for Gunnison County.<br />
Colorado BHA is represented in this effort<br />
by Tony Prendergast (tonyp@paonia.<br />
com) and Kevin Alexander (kalexander@<br />
western.edu). Thanks, guys!<br />
Colorado has two college chapters:<br />
the Colorado State University (CSU)<br />
and Western State Colorado University<br />
(WSCU) Backcountry Hunters & Anglers.<br />
Contact CSU chapter president Matt<br />
Eischens (matteischens@hotmail.com),<br />
and WSCU chapter president Johnathan<br />
Kelley (johnathan.kelley@western.edu),<br />
for additional information. – David Lien<br />
MICHIGAN<br />
The Michigan BHA Chapter<br />
experienced a 600 percent membership<br />
growth since early 2016! The chapter<br />
partnered with outdoor lifestyle brand,<br />
Lifestyle Lost, for a river cleanup day and<br />
Pint Night to follow at Big Boiler Brewing<br />
Company, with additional support from<br />
Northern Michigan Fly Fishing Service<br />
and Michigan Trout Addicts. The chapter<br />
held another Pint Night, organized by<br />
Neil Summers, at the North Pier Brewing<br />
Company in Benton Harbor in mid-August.<br />
Chapter members participated in the<br />
Hike To Hunt Challenge, with an especially<br />
active group in Howell, Michigan. On<br />
the policy front, BHA members responded<br />
to a call to action to submit comments<br />
in support of keeping forest roads in the<br />
Pigeon River Country State Forest closed<br />
to ORVs. Of over 1,000 comments, the<br />
Department of Natural Resources said<br />
they were “overwhelmingly in favor or the<br />
DNR’s proposal to keep the roads closed<br />
to ORVs, with only one in favor of opening<br />
them.”<br />
As of press time, the chapter was busy<br />
preparing for its first annual Chapter Rendezvous,<br />
hosted by BHA board member<br />
Bob Busch at his Buckley’s Mountainside<br />
Canoe Livery on the Chippewa River near<br />
Mt. Pleasant. The Rendezvous will feature<br />
paddling, campfires, a Hike to Hunt and<br />
seminars on wild game preparation by<br />
chapter chair Jason Meekhof, still-hunting<br />
public land by chapter secretary Drew<br />
YoungeDyke, “Why You Suck at Fly Fishing”<br />
by trout guide Alex Cerveniak and a<br />
yet-to-be-named seminar by BHA board<br />
member Mark Kenyon, host of the Wired<br />
To Hunt Podcast. Mark is fresh back from<br />
an Alaska caribou hunt with Steven Rinella,<br />
who Michigan BHA members flocked<br />
to see at a book signing in Battle Creek in<br />
late August. The Rendezvous has received<br />
tremendous support from Jay’s Sporting<br />
Goods, HAWK, Princeton Tec, SOG<br />
Knives & Tools, Mountain Khakis and<br />
Bronc Box, arranged through chapter treasurer<br />
Allen Crater. – Drew YoungeDyke<br />
MINNESOTA<br />
Minnesota BHA collaborated<br />
with the Wisconsin Chapter in July to<br />
host the first Midwest Backcountry Brewfest<br />
in Hudson, WI. Vortex Optics, Maven<br />
Optics other sponsors attended, as well as<br />
David and Melinda Lien, of BHA Colorado, displayed their BHA pride on their wedding day<br />
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Idaho Backcountry Barbeque in full swing<br />
food vendors, breweries, and musical<br />
groups all gathered to support public<br />
lands. Both chapters gained a bunch of<br />
new members, and more companies are<br />
lining up to get involved next year.<br />
The next weekend we gathered for the<br />
5th Annual Chapter Rendezvous at Wild<br />
River State Park, where we grilled up<br />
pronghorn, woodcock and venison and<br />
shared stories of the past year while strategizing<br />
for the future. We are stoked to<br />
announce that our chapter membership,<br />
which was about 100 last year at this time,<br />
has grown to nearly 350!<br />
We have hosted Pint Nights to boost<br />
public land awareness and membership<br />
in Brainerd, Walker and one in Minneapolis<br />
where DNR Commissioner Tom<br />
Landwehr addressed the importance of<br />
preserving our public lands.<br />
As the BWCA public forum came to a<br />
close, Minnesota BHA helped Sportsmen<br />
for the Boundary Waters generate 125,000<br />
comments opposing the proposed sulfide-ore<br />
copper/nickel mining project. We<br />
will continue to stay on this issue in the<br />
upcoming months and push for a 20 year<br />
moratorium!<br />
Our chapter made huge strides in<br />
reaching new audiences this summer,<br />
with Jamie Carlson, Dan Born and Mark<br />
Norquist making podcast appearances and<br />
Mercedes Akinseye distributing BHA literature<br />
at the Game Fair, a new venue for us!<br />
Great job, everyone!<br />
We will be teaming with the Minnesota<br />
DNR again for the Learn-to-Hunt<br />
program. Our Mentorship Committee<br />
Leader Ben Peña and other BHA members<br />
will be hosting new adult hunters as they<br />
try hunting for the first time at St. Croix<br />
State Park for a special whitetail season.<br />
Our post-season Chapter Meeting/Bonfire<br />
will be in Northfield on Dec. 2. – Aaron<br />
Hebeisen<br />
NEVADA<br />
The Nevada Chapter has been active<br />
during the hot desert summer and has<br />
plenty on tap for the fall. We have continued<br />
to hold monthly Pint Nights with our<br />
partners at IMBĪB Brewing, which have<br />
been well-attended and fertile ground for<br />
recruiting new activists and board members.<br />
We’ve had Hike to Hunt events in the<br />
Reno and Elko area where members and<br />
friends took advantage of the opportunity<br />
to get outside, raise some money and catch<br />
some fish. The Elko event has had few participants<br />
but covered some nice high alpine<br />
and high desert terrains. Hikers have<br />
traveled well over 230 miles and gained<br />
a bit more than 18,850 feet in elevation.<br />
Great scenery, and few to no people on<br />
the trails most days have made every hike<br />
great, often culminating with alpine lake<br />
swims. The Reno event had approximately<br />
a dozen participants and covered over<br />
80 miles through group and solo outings<br />
to Marlette Lake, Relay Peak, Mt. Rose<br />
Peak and other areas. Some days over 60<br />
pounds were loaded in the packs to train<br />
for hunting season. Other days light and<br />
fast were the objective to get to some incredible<br />
fishing as quickly as possible.<br />
Our chapter has dug deep to contribute<br />
to bringing Shane Mahoney’s Wild Harvest<br />
Campaign to Nevada. Our Department<br />
of Wildlife has invested in becoming<br />
a partner of the program. The hope is for<br />
expanded public education of the benefits<br />
of our traditions to our economy and to<br />
wildlife conservation. We are excited about<br />
it!<br />
On the advocacy front, we have provided<br />
comment on Nevada’s national monuments<br />
under review by the Department<br />
of the Interior and supported our state<br />
Wildlife Commission in their review of<br />
potential disposal lands with high wildlife<br />
values.<br />
We’re planning a Full Draw Film Tour<br />
event in early December and a potential<br />
membership meeting in the spring. Finally,<br />
we’re staying active in trying to get our<br />
regulations on smart rifles passed through<br />
the Legislative Commission. –Kyle Davis<br />
NEW ENGLAND<br />
In May, Maine members gathered<br />
for a backyard rendezvous and wild foods<br />
feed at the home of Anthony Zotini in Appleton.<br />
Board member Jenna Rozelle introduced<br />
the group to a cornucopia of wild<br />
plants, free for the picking. Andy Billipp<br />
hosted a second annual rendezvous at his<br />
farm in Connecticut where members from<br />
Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island<br />
attended. Member Tom Wansleben,<br />
of MA. Fish & Wildlife, gave a detailed<br />
presentation on scouting for whitetails<br />
and Neal Hagstrom of CT. DEP’s Inland<br />
Fisheries Division gave a talk about stream<br />
access and long term fishery conservation<br />
challenges. Local brew, pizza and a museum<br />
show of sporting art were on the menu<br />
in June when members met in Shelburne,<br />
Vermont.<br />
On the policy side, the New England<br />
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Chapter submitted comments on proposed<br />
recreational development and wildlife<br />
management on the Green Mountain<br />
National Forest, and Vermont members<br />
are forming a state team to address wildlife<br />
habitat conservation issues. In Maine,<br />
Jon Robbins submitted comments on<br />
behalf of the chapter in support of an expanded<br />
list of Maine Heritage Fish Waters<br />
that are critical for native brook trout and<br />
Arctic char. In a clear victory for wildlife<br />
habitat conservation, earlier this year the<br />
U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service announced<br />
approval of the Great Thicket National<br />
Wildlife Refuge. USFWS is now authorized<br />
to purchase land from willing sellers<br />
in several New England states to protect<br />
and restore habitat for the threatened New<br />
England cottontail; these lands will be actively<br />
managed and open to hunting for<br />
other species. In 2016 our chapter submitted<br />
comments in support of the refuge<br />
proposal, which was the subject of a Backcountry<br />
Journal article last year. Want to<br />
get involved? Contact us at newengland@<br />
backcountryhunters.org. – Robert Bryan<br />
NEW MEXICO<br />
As we wrap up our first full year,<br />
the New Mexico Chapter can report strong<br />
growth, a rising influence on wildlife and<br />
habitat policy, and unbridled enthusiasm<br />
among conservation-minded sportsmen<br />
and women in our state.<br />
Over the last 12 months our membership<br />
has expanded tenfold, thanks largely<br />
to an increased social media presence and<br />
outreach by our board. Working with local<br />
businesses, our Pint Night program has<br />
gone from zero to monthly and is now expanding<br />
to include other major cities and<br />
joint operations with neighboring states.<br />
Our bank account has swelled alongside<br />
our membership and got a big boost when<br />
we hosted the Full Draw Film Tour in Albuquerque<br />
in July with Land Tawney as<br />
our guest speaker. This fall the board will<br />
conduct its first ever strategic planning session,<br />
focusing on further growth and onthe-ground<br />
projects.<br />
But meetings, films and fundraising aren’t<br />
really the point. Protecting our public<br />
lands and hunting and fishing opportunity<br />
is what we do. In July we helped host Interior<br />
Secretary Ryan Zinke on tours of our<br />
two threatened national monuments to<br />
show him the importance of these monuments<br />
to hunters and anglers. We also encouraged<br />
him to open the landlocked Sabinoso<br />
Wilderness to the public. In the last<br />
year we have been outspoken on county<br />
road closures and testified before the State<br />
Game Commission on improving hunting<br />
opportunity on public lands. Those efforts<br />
will continue in the coming year, with the<br />
voice of New Mexico BHA Chapter getting<br />
stronger all the time.<br />
In the meantime, hats off to Chairman<br />
Jon Graham for helping us make amazing<br />
progress this year, but he and his family<br />
have been deployed by the Air Force to<br />
Germany. The board elected Katie DeLorenzo<br />
and Jarrett Babincsak as co-chairs,<br />
and they have already started planning to<br />
make the next 12 months even better than<br />
the last. – Joel Gay<br />
OREGON<br />
The days are getting shorter, bugles<br />
are filling the air and the fight for our<br />
public lands is more important than ever.<br />
That’s why Oregon BHA and our members<br />
have continued to fight relentlessly for<br />
the wild places we love.<br />
The fate of the Elliott State Forest and<br />
S.B. 847 are shining examples of how calling,<br />
emailing, writing your representatives<br />
and participating in the public process remain<br />
effective tools to protect our lands.<br />
Last month, with the help of senator Arnie<br />
Roblan’s legislation, Gov. Kate Brown<br />
signed a bill to avert the need to sell the<br />
forest. Our voices were heard, but we must<br />
stay vigilant and continue to remain involved<br />
in this process. Oregon BHA will<br />
continue monitoring the events surrounding<br />
the Elliott and its future and need our<br />
members to be ready for action at a moment’s<br />
notice. Management of the forest<br />
is integral to its health, and remaining an<br />
active participant in the decision making<br />
process is a necessity. Finding creative<br />
ways, such as S.B 847, to protect our lands<br />
from sale or transfer is definitely a breath<br />
of fresh air.<br />
Protecting access to our public lands is<br />
a common theme recently, and that’s why<br />
Oregon BHA has submitted comments on<br />
the Central Cascade Wilderness Strategies<br />
2017 Plan. Doing so has given our chapter<br />
a seat at the table while the Deschutes<br />
and Willamette national forests begin the<br />
multi-year NEPA process to review the access<br />
and management policies of five wilderness<br />
areas though the Cascades Range.<br />
Fighting to maintain access for hunters<br />
and anglers in these wilderness areas is<br />
the top priority and driving force for our<br />
Chapter’s involvement in this process.<br />
– Ian Isaacson<br />
SOUTH DAKOTA<br />
As a new chapter we were excited<br />
to host our first big event in our state, the<br />
after-party at the Total Archery Challenge<br />
held at Terry Peak Ski Resort in the Black<br />
Hills of South Dakota. Nervous about the<br />
newness of BHA to South Dakota, we<br />
were unsure as to what the turnout would<br />
be. We were not only surprised but beyond<br />
grateful at the amount of families and archers<br />
who came to support the organization.<br />
We were able to talk with like-minded<br />
individuals and share equal passions for<br />
public land and water. Everyone enjoyed<br />
good food, live music, the raffles and - the<br />
coolest thing - witnessing a young man<br />
who won the Kimber rifle give it back to<br />
us to be auctioned off to raise more money<br />
for BHA. Selfless acts like demonstrated<br />
by this young man inspire us to continue<br />
to look at the bigger picture in keeping our<br />
public lands in public hands.<br />
We look forward to hosting an even bigger<br />
and better TAC After Party next year,<br />
and we want to invite you to the great state<br />
of South Dakota and join us in the fun and<br />
festivities.<br />
This summer we have also partnered<br />
with the local Forest Service office and<br />
have started cleaning up a few trails in<br />
Spearfish Canyon. We look forward to<br />
volunteering much more with them in the<br />
future by keeping our public lands clean<br />
and user friendly.<br />
South Dakota has been dealing with local<br />
water issues regarding non-meandering<br />
lakes, public access and the public water<br />
trust. There was a special legislative session<br />
in June that passed a bill to reopen<br />
the main fisheries for a temporary fix-<br />
,;however public access to these waters is<br />
being threatened monthly with each game<br />
commission meeting. The bill has a Sunset<br />
clause of June 2018 and will be addressed<br />
in a likely heated battle this upcoming legislative<br />
session! -Ashley Kurtenbach<br />
TEXAS<br />
The Texas Chapter had a busy<br />
summer with multiple events across the<br />
state including events in Austin, Dallas,<br />
Fort Worth, San Antonio and El Paso.<br />
Along with Hike to Hunt and Pint Nights,<br />
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The WA Chapter volunteered with the Washington Department of Transportation with the removal of 5.5 miles of fladry fencing. The goal of the project was to remove the<br />
temporary fencing, which was put in place during the winter to stop elk from crossing Interstate 90 near Vantage, WA, where over 20 had already been hit by vehicles.<br />
we hosted two Full Draw Film Tour<br />
screenings. Austin Archery Country in<br />
Austin and Tailwaters Fly Fishing Co. in<br />
Dallas were incredible and allowed the<br />
Chapter to utilize their shop for the Full<br />
Draw events. The “grand finale” of the<br />
summer was a special Storytelling Night<br />
with Jim Shockey at the Yeti Flagship store<br />
in Austin. Shockey spoke to a full house:<br />
He was entertaining, insightful and the<br />
beer was cold.<br />
As a chapter we will continue to build<br />
on this momentum, so please look out for<br />
additional events in the coming months.<br />
We encourage you to connect with us<br />
through our Facebook page – Texas Backcountry<br />
Hunters & Anglers or Instagram<br />
– @texas_bha. It’s a great time to be a<br />
part of the Texas Chapter of BHA, and we<br />
look forward to sharing hunting or fishing<br />
stories with you at an event soon! – Colin<br />
McDermott<br />
UTAH<br />
Utah BHA went huge again this<br />
summer. After circling the wagons for<br />
chapter rendezvous in July, chapter members<br />
participated in the Total Archery<br />
Challenge, Treasure Mountain Archery<br />
Shoot, and marched on the state capitol<br />
in Salt Lake City during the “This Land<br />
Is our Land” public lands rally supported<br />
by the outdoor recreation industry. Land<br />
Tawney and Tim Brass were in attendance,<br />
and chapter members carried the rally after-party<br />
long into the evening.<br />
Utah Chapter leadership also stayed<br />
busy this summer. Central Region Board<br />
Members Jason and Kait West got local<br />
members into the Wasatch Mountains<br />
throughout July and August as part of the<br />
Hike to Hunt Challenge. Southern Region<br />
Board Member Braxton McCoy was<br />
featured in the previous issue of the Backcountry<br />
Journal for his efforts recruiting<br />
and trying to engage rural communities on<br />
public land issues, and chapter Chairman<br />
Joshua Lenart was appointed in August to<br />
the Central Region Advisory Council to<br />
represent sportsmen’s interests in deciding<br />
wildlife legislation within Utah’s Division<br />
of Wildlife Resources.<br />
The Utah chapter is taking a break from<br />
chapter meetings and events in September<br />
but will return to monthly meetings beginning<br />
in October.<br />
The chapter is still looking to recruit<br />
new board members and fill two open<br />
leadership positions. If you have been an<br />
active member during the past year and<br />
are looking to get more involved in the<br />
planning process, consider submitting an<br />
application before the general elections<br />
in January 2018. Please contact the Utah<br />
chapter (bhautahchapter@gmail.com) if<br />
you would like more information on how<br />
to become a board member or how to get<br />
more involved with the individual steering<br />
committees. – Joshua Lenart<br />
WASHINGTON<br />
The Washington Chapter continued<br />
to build capacity this summer, refining<br />
our chapter bylaws and adding dedicated<br />
volunteers across the state. We were involved<br />
in a number of successful events<br />
including a Wild Game Feed near Spokane,<br />
Pint Nights in Twisp, Wenatchee,<br />
Redmond and Issaquah, the Northwest<br />
Mountain Challenge at Stevens Pass,<br />
Full Draw Film Tour screenings, and the<br />
Mutton Buster Archery Shoot at Red’s<br />
Fly Shop in the Yakima Canyon. We also<br />
hosted Land Tawney, Steven Rinella and<br />
over 200 passionate public land owners for<br />
Campfire Stories at the Filson headquarters<br />
in Seattle.<br />
Chapter Board Member Ryan Los<br />
worked with the Washington State Department<br />
of Transportation to organize a<br />
volunteer field day removing fladry (wire<br />
fencing with hanging ribbons) along five<br />
miles of I-90 through important elk and<br />
mule deer winter range in central Washington.<br />
The fladry was installed to reduce<br />
animal-vehicle collisions, and a new fence<br />
will replace it. Wildlife crossings are also<br />
being constructed nearby, and chapter<br />
leaders are supporting that project. Chapter<br />
members spoke up for continued<br />
protections for Hanford Reach National<br />
Monument and discussed public lands issues<br />
with elected representatives including<br />
Congressman Dan Newhouse.<br />
Our chapter also worked to further outline<br />
our conservation objectives for 2017-<br />
2018 focusing on public lands defense,<br />
protection of vital wilderness areas such as<br />
the Methow Headwaters and Skagit River<br />
watershed, promoting sustainable management<br />
of recreation, vehicle travel and other<br />
activities on our public lands, and informing<br />
Washington hunters, recreationists and<br />
outdoor advocates about conservation issues<br />
in the Pacific Northwest relevant to<br />
BHA’s mission and work.<br />
Those wishing to contact the Washington<br />
Chapter or get involved with conservation,<br />
events, education or other volunteer<br />
committees should contact secretary.bha.<br />
wa@gmail.com or join our Washington<br />
Chapter of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers<br />
Facebook group. – Chase Gunnell<br />
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SPEECHLESS<br />
Dreams, Nightmares<br />
&<br />
Wyoming Moose<br />
BY JARED OAKLEAF<br />
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Dusan Smetana photo
MY MOMENT OF ELATION WAS QUICKLY REPLACED BY A FEELING OF SICKNESS AND HORROR.<br />
After 13 years of applying, I had drawn a Wyoming Shiras moose tag. However, the tag was not for the area I had<br />
intended. With some errant keystroke I’d applied for a hunting district one number higher than that of my dream hunt.<br />
Instead, I drew an area with limited public land and even less moose habitat. Included in that prize was the loss of<br />
preference points and a five-year waiting period before becoming eligible to apply again. I frantically sent off a letter<br />
to the tag review board in hopes someone in Cheyenne would take pity on me.<br />
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THE RESPONSE FROM THE WYOMING DEPARTMENT<br />
of Fish & Game arrived the following week:<br />
The tag review board has determined that applicant error caused<br />
you to draw Moose Area 27. Under Wyoming State law, we cannot<br />
grant your request as your circumstances do not meet the state’s criteria<br />
that provides for the return of a tag and restoration of preference<br />
points. In order to return your tag and restore your preference<br />
points one of the following must occur: you are injured, you are<br />
called to active duty in the military forces, or you are deceased.<br />
I carefully considered each option. Death, of course, was out, if<br />
for no other reason than it would mean I really would never get<br />
to harvest a moose. I’m also not sure what good preference points<br />
do for a dead man. I’m too old to enlist, so that was out too.<br />
Injury was the most likely option, but self-mutilation requires a<br />
resolve reserved for only the most questionable of intellects. I realized<br />
that if I was going to torture myself,<br />
it would have to be the natural torture of a<br />
challenging hunt.<br />
Over the course of the summer I managed<br />
to accumulate 16 thorough scouting<br />
days, but with little success. I was happy for<br />
the landscape knowledge I had gained, but<br />
my inner dialogue was now overwhelmed<br />
with a litany of questions. Maybe I should<br />
wait for the rut, or should I wait until the<br />
weather brings them out of the high country<br />
in a neighboring state? Will I be forced<br />
to hunt with a bow during rifle season?<br />
Worse yet, will I be forced to set down my<br />
bow in order to punch my tag?<br />
I was letting my hackneyed hunting script define success and,<br />
worse yet, I was using it to suppress self-pity. I had allowed the<br />
pressure of a once-in-a-lifetime tag to corrupt the experience.<br />
My prepared script made its final gasps on Day 11 of a 14-day<br />
run during archery season. Staring up the steep slopes ahead, I<br />
recounted the miles hiked, the adversity and the rare moose encounters.<br />
My body responded with an overdramatic sigh. I was<br />
beat; the mountain had won. In a shameful climax of self-pity I<br />
asked the sky, This is my once-in-a-lifetime moose hunt?<br />
My mind began a silent yet productive self-negotiation, a<br />
much-appreciated passenger to the quietude of a solo hunt.<br />
The pessimist in me tapered out with some thoughts: Why was<br />
I letting self-pity cripple my moose hunt? Likely because the distance<br />
between my expectations and reality was rather wide and all<br />
my attempts to close that gap had failed.<br />
Then the optimist took over and won the negotiation: Adversity<br />
on a hunt is merely the topo lines on the map of a great story.<br />
Sometimes the lines stack up and the terrain to the goal seems<br />
steep; other times those lines widen and the goal comes within<br />
sight. I must face topography and adversity to produce a great<br />
hunting story. In the end, antlers stand only as a tribute to that<br />
story.<br />
From that moment forward, the amount of adversity and adventure<br />
governed the measure of a trophy moose – not a mathematical<br />
formula.<br />
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IN A SHAMEFUL<br />
CLIMAX OF SELF-<br />
PITY I ASKED<br />
THE SKY, THIS IS<br />
MY ONCE-IN-A-<br />
LIFETIME MOOSE<br />
HUNT?<br />
My 14 day run was nearing the end. As my family and friends<br />
began to pack up to return to their own lives, I was starting to<br />
think more about my next trip than the few days left in this one.<br />
I had noticed a strong uptick in rutting activity and in the previous<br />
two days and had seen more bull moose then the last 28 days<br />
of combined hunting and scouting time. It turns out that bull<br />
moose are far more active once they shed their velvet. As my family<br />
and friends departed, they each encouraged me to stay. That is<br />
what I needed to grind it out to the end.<br />
On the morning of Sept. 14, I slipped into a promising basin.<br />
My plan was to hunt the morning then head for home. I arrived<br />
at the basin at sun-up and let out some cow calls. I then waited<br />
for 30 minutes before sounding a bull challenge across the basin.<br />
I cupped my hands around my birchbark horn and let out a series<br />
of sounds that stretch the capacity of the human vocal system:<br />
Whoaaa! Whoaaa! Whoaaa! The calls echoed<br />
across the slopes. I couldn’t help but feel like<br />
I was shouting a challenge across a moose<br />
coliseum.<br />
The woods lit up with sound. Squirrels<br />
did their best to imitate thousand-pound<br />
mammals, bird songs rang as true as steam<br />
whistles and then, off in the distance, I<br />
heard what I believed to be antlers smacking<br />
trees. The cornucopia of noises left me<br />
questioning if I had actually heard a moose.<br />
I waited, then repeated the bull calls.<br />
Whack! A clangorous verification came<br />
from the top of the basin. I answered back<br />
with more calls. He countered with booming<br />
vocalizations of his own. As the bull continued<br />
his bellowing, he cleared the abyss of spruce and fir that<br />
lay across the large meadow in front of me. A Shiras gladiator of<br />
Alaskan proportions, indeed a monster.<br />
I told myself to relax and took some calming breaths while<br />
the paddled challenger took out his aggression on an aspen sapling.<br />
He was behaving as if he was trying to loop behind me, so<br />
I cupped my hands and threw some bull calls in a direction that<br />
might place him upwind and within range. He answered but continued<br />
his clip toward my downwind. But, at the meadow edge,<br />
he turned 90 degrees and started advancing along the treeline in<br />
which I was hidden. He was coming and coming fast.<br />
I drew as the bull passed a thick clump of aspens 30 yards from<br />
my position. He kept coming towards me at a quartering-on angle.<br />
The angle demanded I wait to shoot until he was nearly in my<br />
lap. I kept expecting him to realize that he had been duped and<br />
turn to leave, but instead he maintained a collision course.<br />
At five yards he finally veered into a broadside position. I nearly<br />
rushed the shot, but instead gave myself a little more time to settle<br />
the pins. I triggered the release with back tension and the string<br />
dumped with a surprise thud. The arrow flew true.<br />
At the shot, the bull wheeled and charged directly at me. In<br />
hindsight, I believe he thought his antagonizer had stuck him<br />
with an antler. An aspen sapling standing at a mere 2 yards between<br />
him and me thwarted the charge and bumped him ever so<br />
slightly to my left flank. I could have reached out and touched his<br />
gray-brown flank as he charged past.<br />
I bull called at him in a desperate attempt to slow an adrenaline<br />
Dale Spartas photo
fueled death run. My call seemed to relax and slow his retreat. I<br />
watched as the bull circled into the timber and walked just out<br />
of sight.<br />
I knew it was a direct hit, but I also knew that the animal’s will<br />
was strong. In the meantime, I used my satellite communication<br />
device to contact my family and ask for help. My dad readily offered<br />
to make the three hour trip. I am lucky to be able to count<br />
on family, and I have used them in my meat procurement predicaments<br />
to a degree that I hope they never ask for reprisal.<br />
At nearly the 30 minute mark, I heard the bull take what I<br />
knew to be his final gasps. I felt relieved and at the same time<br />
suspicious. Suspicious that such a moose had chosen to cross his<br />
path with mine. Suspicious that maybe it had come too easy; I<br />
had hunted only for 14 days. Most of all, I was suspicious that this<br />
hunt unfolded in a way that defied the script of dreams.<br />
I stood and cautiously snuck<br />
up to the timberline where I<br />
last had seen the bull. He lay<br />
motionless a mere 40 yards<br />
from where he had made his<br />
last charge. He was indeed a<br />
monster. I have no idea what<br />
the hell ground shrinkage is,<br />
but certainly that day I came<br />
fully aware of “ground swell.”<br />
I took some quick photos and<br />
began to debone the animal.<br />
Over the years I have learned<br />
how to make quick work of an<br />
elk, but this animal was different.<br />
The bull had died with his<br />
front legs underneath him and<br />
his back legs splayed, which<br />
added extreme resistance to<br />
this already challenging task. I<br />
sweated profusely in the 70-degree-plus<br />
weather as I battled<br />
to budge the immovable object<br />
before me to one side. My<br />
script always involved consuming<br />
the meat, and I was beginning<br />
to worry that it was all going to spoil before I could pull it<br />
off the carcass – the final contour lines of adversity on my map<br />
of adventure.<br />
I forced myself to focus and go back to doing one thing at a<br />
time. I gave up on the notion of pushing him on a side and instead<br />
began to peel off the hide and extract exposed muscles. Eventually<br />
I freed enough weight and resistance to use all the power I had to<br />
land him on a side. After that, the pieces came off quickly.<br />
At one point I pulled a hind leg off and tried to squat it up in<br />
order to carry it to a shady location. Lifting up with my legs I<br />
nearly fell over and lucky for me the crotch seam, not a muscle,<br />
tore in my pants. The struggle continued as I fought to bag and<br />
hang the anvil-sized hunk of meat. As I looked back at the remaining<br />
pieces needing hung I became distinctly aware of the fact<br />
that moose are several magnitudes larger than elk.<br />
As I returned to the carcass I looked out in the meadow and,<br />
like a beacon of hope, there was my father ambling toward me.<br />
My spirit lifted to have help bagging and hanging the remaining<br />
pieces.<br />
It took us four trips to pack it all out, eight overburdened<br />
backpack loads of flesh. Each of the heavy trips with my father<br />
brought about an ephemeral joy and a desire to freeze time. I like<br />
to think my father felt the same way, but based on his swearing,<br />
I tend to think he just wanted the backpack-induced suffering to<br />
end. As always, the last load was the antlers and skull.<br />
The antlers on my back intermittently banged on trees as my<br />
mind began to finally allow the story to become a reality. I had<br />
killed a bull moose. I had killed a bull moose on public lands with<br />
my bow. He was earned by miles on my feet and died a sporty<br />
distance (two miles) from the nearest road. I had called him to five<br />
yards before making a solid shot on vitals. I shared in the joys of<br />
meatpacking with my 68-yearold<br />
father. And how could I<br />
forget the part of the script that<br />
included drawing the wrong tag<br />
and trying to give it back, the<br />
self-pity, the reframing of my<br />
expectations a mere 72 hours<br />
prior. The expanse between my<br />
expectations and reality was<br />
again immense, but now in the<br />
opposite direction.<br />
As I write this I look across<br />
my living room at the bull’s<br />
massive skull and antlers that<br />
hang precariously below my<br />
woefully inadequate eight-foot<br />
ceilings. I still cannot help but<br />
shake my head in disbelief. I<br />
had reduced my expectations<br />
to a representative of the species<br />
whose antler size was compensated<br />
by the adventure and<br />
effort. Instead, what I received<br />
was one hell of a testament to<br />
the adversity, the exhaustive effort,<br />
the family support, the adventure,<br />
and the 30 days of my life spent learning a new landscape<br />
within my home state.<br />
In this case, my map of a great story displays across a massive<br />
set of antlers, but if you look closely, you see the immense topo<br />
lines that comprise the paddles, some twisting and turning, others<br />
stacked tight, all of them representing a different challenge. Writing<br />
this story has taught me that adversity and adventure encountered<br />
during a hunt can be only loosely represented by words but<br />
never fully captured. The lines within the antlers tell it all and do<br />
so in a way that renders me speechless.<br />
Jared is a BHA life member born, raised and living in Lander,<br />
Wyoming. He works for the Bureau of Land Management and volunteers<br />
for several conservation organizations. He credits mule deer with<br />
teaching him to have high fidelity to his home range.<br />
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My<br />
CHUMS<br />
BY DAVID ZOBY<br />
I’VE SEEN RUBBER-BOOTED GILLNETTERS SORTING<br />
salmon in Homer, Alaska, singing out each species as<br />
they went. Coho, coho, red, coho…dog. And the lowly dog<br />
salmon – as dead as all of the other salmon – is separated<br />
from the pack, tossed roughly in a bin as if of no worth.<br />
Fertilizer. Pet food. Food for the starving, the inconsolable,<br />
the ones we’ve given up on. They call them dogs and old<br />
boots, zombie-spawners and calicos. Ragged-out-old-dogheads,<br />
they say, dismissively, with mean spiritedness. But<br />
I am saying there is an infinite mistake is handling fish like<br />
this – any fish, but this fish in particular – a fish who asks<br />
nothing, but keeps his yearly promise. This abundance you<br />
seem to marvel at is an illusion. There’s a message in the<br />
grin of a chum salmon. I’m saying the best I ever tasted<br />
was a dog salmon I filched out of a pod of spawners that<br />
had run up out of the sea on a lark and ended up in a pool<br />
where they could go no farther. I’m saying the chum saved<br />
my life, or at least put off the inevitable.<br />
Tim Romano photo<br />
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DEEPLY TROUBLED. In my wandering 30s. Shoestring budget.<br />
However I choose to describe my state of being doesn’t begin to<br />
capture how low I felt that summer. And it was already ending.<br />
I booked a ticket to Alaska with an open-ended agreement to return.<br />
I brought a backpack, the collected poems of Yeats, some<br />
fly-fishing equipment and a truly disposable camera. I landed in<br />
Kenai and sort of hung around the main drag, drinking beer in<br />
the fug of a billiard hall under the eternally arcing king salmon<br />
mount, listening to stories of seine haulers, walking down to the<br />
public access with my hands thrust in my pockets and watching<br />
fishermen drag their weighted flies for sockeye. The season was<br />
on life support, the fireweed blooming, drooping under so much<br />
rain. Immediately, I felt I had not traveled far enough.<br />
I hitched a ride to Homer. I walked along Bishops Beach, passing<br />
bonfires close enough to hear the songs those gathered were<br />
playing; pausing, but never approaching. It rained for six days<br />
and my tent wasn’t up to the challenge. I was forced to shelter in a<br />
hostel where most of the patrons were deep in the revelry of prolonged<br />
sunsets. There was a group of seiners who spent their time<br />
guessing at the tides and wreaking havoc in the community area.<br />
One of them burst into the entertainment room and switched the<br />
channel while I and two octogenarians were just finishing “The<br />
Candidate.” The fishermen hit the ping pong balls so hard, they<br />
fractured the fragile shells.<br />
On the Spit, tucked between gift shops, I discovered a water<br />
taxi service that specialized in shuttling depressed people to remote<br />
areas, people like me who wanted to exchange a few dollars<br />
for thousands of acres of unknown wilderness. The company<br />
didn’t promise happiness, but they guaranteed promptness. They<br />
said the blueberries and watermelon berries were ripe. I booked a<br />
trip across the bay for a few days alone at a yurt in Kachemak Bay<br />
State Park. I was to be on the dock, at slip F6 at exactly 8:55 a.m.<br />
“Could I possibly leave now?” I said, desperate for a change<br />
of pace. There were hordes of people fingering ceramics, carved<br />
whalebone, paying way too much for single-origin coffee. There<br />
were Germans marching in the drizzle from gift shop to gift shop,<br />
their boots thudding on the boardwalk.<br />
“We have to have the right tides,” said the attendant.<br />
I walked to the Safeway in the rain. I bought a sack of fried<br />
chicken, bagels, peanut butter, some oranges and bottles of water.<br />
I bought a growler of red ale from the brewery. All of this, I<br />
forced into the gaping mouth of my backpack. I slept on Bishops<br />
Beach under the wild sweeps of headlights as teenagers drove their<br />
rotting trucks out onto the wet sand and did donuts. Somewhere<br />
along the way I left the poetry near a payphone.<br />
The captain – and here I use that word lightly – taxied me to<br />
my drop off, timing the tide imperfectly. His warning about bears<br />
seemed rehearsed. His timing was off. He told me the stream only<br />
held a few old chums, and maybe some confused char. He said at<br />
least I had good weather. He threw the engines in reverse, churning<br />
up shellfish and gravel in the props, wished me luck, and ordered<br />
me to hop off via a truncated ladder. I waded ashore with<br />
my heavy load, glancing back once to see the water taxi already<br />
well underway. I found the yurt – a tan colored tent reinforced<br />
with wood staves – tucked into the spruce maybe 30 yards from a<br />
stream. It featured a door, a tiny woodstove and two thoroughly<br />
sagging cots. I discovered a fire ring and cooking grate on 100<br />
yards from the yurt. Fissures of faded toilet paper, wisps of purple<br />
monofilament, and flakes of foil were the only signs of human activity.<br />
There were so many bear tracks that I immediately walked<br />
500 yards down the beachfront and tossed the eight-piece fried<br />
chicken dinner, sack and all, into the sea.<br />
I was suddenly alone in a way I had never been before. There<br />
were brooding glaciers to the west, great whale-like figures that<br />
seemed nailed to the heavens. There was the irritated ocean with<br />
its birds. To the east, I could not see Homer, or even a skiff out on<br />
the water. The stream boiled with pink salmon. The riffles were so<br />
clear I could see the their yellow eyes, their individual markings,<br />
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ghastly scars where seals had nearly cashed them out. I counted<br />
seven juvenile eagles – brown and sort of wet-looking – in a dead<br />
tree. Bloated on fish, they were too stuffed to chortle or even fly<br />
away when I approached snapping like mad with my 10 dollar<br />
camera, wasting all of my film. There were ravens about. I could<br />
hear them grokking somewhere back in the maze of dripping<br />
trees. I had achieved what I had set out to, and my first thought<br />
was to build a roaring fire and signal for rescue.<br />
Alas, there was nothing to do but fish. My whole life I had<br />
longed for a place where one could only fish and, having found it,<br />
I grew sullen and disappointed. I wandered down to the stream<br />
and began walking the banks. Startling at my shadow, hundreds<br />
of pinks surged forward, and their stampede frightened the salmon<br />
just upstream, setting off a chain reaction of surges, tripping<br />
forward, far out of sight, around the bend. I ducked under the<br />
thick underbrush, the wet leaves shedding their accumulated<br />
wealth down my back. I found it easier to walk along the bear<br />
trails that jigsawed the stream bank.<br />
I came to a flat where the stream spread out over a sandy bottom.<br />
Giant black cottonwoods leaned over the flat, spewing clots<br />
of wool into the air. In pools and depressions, huge chum salmon,<br />
their broad backs rising out of the water, their green flanks barred<br />
with deep red and purple slashes, paired and spawned, the males<br />
snapping their grotesque choppers at other males. Char and trout<br />
zoomed underneath the large fish, gorging themselves on salmon<br />
eggs. Puffs of sperm clouded the water. Loose eggs rolled along in<br />
the current like gemstones. The chums – nearly every one of them<br />
sporting bird scars – let me get alarmingly close. I dared myself<br />
to stoop down and touch one. I chose a particularly brutish buck<br />
with saber teeth. I knelt beside him. When my wrist brushed him,<br />
he exploded and shot upstream, leaving fists of sperm in his wake.<br />
I climbed the bank and followed a bear trail upward into the<br />
woods. The trail led to a homesteader’s cabin perched over a deep<br />
pool where the chums gathered in the racing water. I stood on<br />
the porch and looked in. There was a woodstove, cupboards,<br />
Nixon-era dishes and a note pinned to a support beam. IF YOU<br />
WANT TO STAY HERE CALL MRS. ALBRIGHT AT 907-<br />
333-4545. The porch was in perfect view of the stream, salmon<br />
cinema. There was a bench. Upstream, the creek branched into a<br />
series of freshets a few inches deep. Characteristically deep-bodied,<br />
the chums could go no further. Nor could I. So, I sat down<br />
with a clear view of the pool and watched salmon for a few hours.<br />
I used a plastic bead and a bare hook for a while and caught<br />
brilliant Dolly Varden. They were just beneath the salmon. If you<br />
could keep your hook from fouling a salmon, and you had something<br />
like faith, you could catch a char on every other cast. These<br />
were sea-runs, and their throats were black, their sides chrome.<br />
They had a terrible will to fight, each one like a severe painting of<br />
rough weather breaking toward sunshine. I caught I-don’t-knowhow-many,<br />
their silver-blue bodies thick and powerful. Hours<br />
went by. I felt it was time to get back to the yurt. I decided to<br />
catch a chum for supper.<br />
They swayed in the current, finned in the back eddies. I tied on<br />
a simple purple streamer. There were hundreds of fish, chums and<br />
pinks, some in better condition than others, some chums pushing<br />
an honest 15 pounds. The bucks had monstrous, doggish heads,<br />
with elongated teeth. These I tried to avoid, but the river had a<br />
funny current and my fly invariably drifted to a group of bachelors<br />
on the fringe.<br />
At times I felt my graphite rod would buckle. Upon being<br />
hooked, the chums raced around the pool, unwilling to vacate the<br />
area, sending frightened char darting in all directions. They broke<br />
the surface maybe once – more rolling than leaping – then tried to<br />
head back to sea. It took all of my drag to stop them. I had owned<br />
this reel for years and never touched the drag. But even the most<br />
bedraggled dog salmon had me tuning and fussing with the drag<br />
as if I were trying to dial up a distant radio signal: Gram Parsons<br />
Sam Lungren photo<br />
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playing live in 1973 would be good, I thought.<br />
A tired dog salmon would find the swift current and just lay<br />
there, sideways, allowing the force of the river to test my leader.<br />
Or they had a way of rubbing the leader upon rocks which,<br />
at times, seemed to indicate intelligence. It took time to weed<br />
through the spawned-out chums and finally catch a relative newcomer.<br />
I caught a six-pound buck that was so bright I thought<br />
he was a coho. After inspecting him closely, I detected the faint<br />
bars just beginning to emerge on his flanks. I recognized his deep<br />
shape, his far-gone stare, his doggish head. I struck him on the<br />
noggin, bled him quickly, and headed downstream carrying him<br />
by the tail.<br />
It had been a half-day since I had eaten a real meal. I gathered<br />
scraps of driftwood and built a fire in the pit. I sliced the orange<br />
into halves and squeezed them over the meat. There were some<br />
abandoned spices in the yurt: salt, cayenne, lemon pepper, the<br />
usual suspects. I splayed the salmon out over the coals. I splashed<br />
ale on the flesh for effect. It was past midnight<br />
and the lights of Homer were emerging<br />
in the distant haze. First, I yanked out<br />
the cheek meat. I stood in the smoke and<br />
mosquitoes. I looked back to the ocean<br />
while I munched. I ate the whole fish with<br />
my hands, licking my fingers as I went,<br />
and tossing the clean skeleton out into the<br />
tide when I was done. Chum, I’ll have you<br />
know, is almost pure protein, with huge<br />
doses of B12 and magnesium to boot, or<br />
so I’ve been told. I could feel the power of<br />
the fish leaking into my system, or perhaps<br />
it was the growler of beer that I had all<br />
but polished off. Packed full of fresh dog<br />
meat, I felt invincible, ready to howl at the<br />
moon or run off any bears.<br />
The next day it rained so hard I remained<br />
yurt bound. I sorely missed old Yeats, his poems about village<br />
drunks and swans. There was almost nothing to read but for a<br />
few magazines that were composed almost entirely of advertising.<br />
I stoked the woodstove with photos of beautiful people and fast<br />
cars, watches, log houses with elk antler chandeliers, Scottsdale,<br />
Big Sur, Livingston. There was a ledger in the yurt where people<br />
were encouraged to write about their experiences. Most people<br />
wrote about bears and eagles. One family had tried gold panning<br />
but came up with nada. They wrote about the cabin upstream<br />
and the dog salmon gathered there. WE POPPED THE CHAM-<br />
PANGE AT MIDNIGHT TO CELEBRATE OUR FOURTH<br />
YEAR TOGETHER. WE LOVED OUR TRIP TO THE YURT.<br />
WE’RE COMING BACK NEXT YEAR. But these paragraphs<br />
and snippets were separated by huge gaps of time. Months and<br />
years swam by with no one coming to the yurt, no one writing in<br />
the journal.<br />
When the rain stopped, I went back out for chums. Chum<br />
salmon, when at sea, look like all the other salmon, silver, and<br />
bomb-shaped. Indeed, they mix in the sea with the other breeds<br />
and spend their time hunting candlefish, herring and other oily<br />
morsels. But when they hit the freshwater things begin to change<br />
at an alarming rate. I’ve heard people call them the tie-dyed fish,<br />
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I CAUGHT A SIX-POUND<br />
BUCK THAT WAS SO BRIGHT I<br />
THOUGHT HE WAS A COHO.<br />
AFTER INSPECTING HIM<br />
CLOSELY, I DETECTED THE<br />
FAINT BARS JUST BEGINNING<br />
TO EMERGE ON HIS FLANKS.<br />
I RECOGNIZED HIS DEEP<br />
SHAPE, HIS FAR-GONE STARE,<br />
HIS DOGGISH HEAD. I STRUCK<br />
HIM ON THE NOGGIN, BLED<br />
HIM QUICKLY, AND HEADED<br />
DOWNSTREAM CARRYING HIM<br />
BY THE TAIL.<br />
calicos, hippy-fish, due to the purple and pink bars that seem<br />
freshly painted on their flanks. Overnight they have messy blotches<br />
of vibrant ink on their sides. Each fish has unique bars. No two<br />
are the same. As they approach their moment to spawn, these<br />
marks grow in intensity. The whole fish darkens, ripens toward<br />
a sort of bronze or green related somehow to the color of the<br />
stream. On the bucks, the fangs come out, the skull contorts.<br />
Chum, more than other salmon, are likely to choose short<br />
rivers for spawning. They spawn much more closely to estuaries<br />
and tidal flats. Their deep chests make it impossible for them<br />
to use thin water. Of course, they also run 3,000 miles up the<br />
Yukon River. I know that these two statements may seem to contradict,<br />
but if you truly knew chums, you’d be able to allow for<br />
contradictions. Unlike other salmon, juvenile chums head for the<br />
open sea as soon as they can free swim. Fidgety, they do not hang<br />
around instream for a season or two. They take their chances in<br />
the tides. The most widely distributed salmon, they are the only<br />
Pacific salmon to have populations above the Arctic Circle. You<br />
can catch them in Russia, Japan, Alaska,<br />
B.C., Washington, Oregon, California<br />
and the little, rarely visited stream where<br />
I spent a few days alone. You can learn<br />
all of this without giving yourself over to<br />
mosquitoes and damp clothing. That is,<br />
if facts are what you’re after. But if you<br />
seek a clear-eyed glimpse at solitude, a<br />
preview of the wine-dark seas, I’d say that<br />
the chum salmon is a good place to start.<br />
It was time to go back. Up at the pool I<br />
noticed pushki plants 9 feet tall, shy chocolate<br />
lilies growing in rock fractures, watermelon<br />
berries pulling down plants that<br />
crowded six feet. All of this had been here<br />
all along, but my fixation on chums had<br />
caused me to miss out. And why not admit<br />
it? Even after days of being with them, I was still crazy about<br />
chums. I’ve heard people say that chum is a derivative from the<br />
Chinook word tzum, which means spotted. But perhaps through<br />
a happy coincidence the other meaning applies here. They are<br />
friends, pals, chums. Maybe we call them dogs because they are<br />
loyal and stay by your side. Look at the way they wag in the current.<br />
When I went down to the beach to meet the water taxi, fresh<br />
chums were arriving at the mouth of the creek. Harbor seals<br />
bobbed in the bay. They were unsure of my intentions, but I knew<br />
exactly what they were up to. They were fishing for chums. The<br />
salmon, dodging the seals, stormed the creek entrance, leaping<br />
over a shallow sand bar as they went, showering the sea grasses<br />
with sequins of scales and blood. The dark shapes of seals moved<br />
with incredible speed, but even they came up empty handed on<br />
most attempts. Birds squawked overhead and the seals rushed forward,<br />
nearly beaching themselves on the bar. An insignificant dot<br />
on the bay, my captain, bumped over the rough water to take me<br />
home.<br />
Dave is better now. He lives in Casper, Wyoming, with his two<br />
black Labs, Rocket and Henderson.
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For theLove<br />
OF THE HUNT
BY NATALIE ENGLAND<br />
WHEN I WAS BORN, my grandfather came to the hospital and<br />
brought me a balloon. On it, he wrote “My little deer hunter.” He<br />
and Dad made sure I became one.<br />
I tagged my first deer when I was in elementary school and grew<br />
up with the expectation of packing Thanksgiving leftovers out to<br />
our communal deer lease for the opening of whitetail season. I can<br />
still remember hyperventilating myself into a tizzy the first time<br />
I aimed crosshairs at a doe from the window<br />
opening in our blind.<br />
I am a proud Texan. Because the land here<br />
is privately owned, hunters generally have to<br />
know someone who knows someone if they<br />
want to find a place to set up deer camp. In<br />
my 30-plus years, this is the only hunting I’ve<br />
known – until last fall when Dad invited me<br />
to go with him into the Colorado backcountry.<br />
Dad has hunted the Colorado mountains<br />
for most of the past decade, from horseback<br />
and base camps, so once we drew our mule<br />
deer tags for the beginning of November we<br />
began our march of process. Hunting in Colorado<br />
requires a different kind of resilience,<br />
another form of physicality. We prepared all<br />
summer with activities like target practice, running, burpees, kettlebell<br />
swings and yes, more burpees, plus gear planning filled six<br />
months before we packed up his truck and camper and loaded out<br />
of central Texas to the San Juan Mountains.<br />
Dad told me before we left that it would take a day or so for<br />
my eyes to adjust. I nodded my head, as if to understand, but<br />
you can’t comprehend the magnitude until it’s sweeping before<br />
you. The mountains emerge as God’s majestic, wondrous creation<br />
that is both a constant reminder of his threatening strength and<br />
comforting consistency.<br />
On the opening morning of southwestern Colorado’s third rifle<br />
season, Dad and I left camp on foot in the dark under a steady<br />
downpour. Slick, pooling mud molded like clay to our boots.<br />
Though an answered prayer to the people who cultivate land in<br />
the San Juan Mountains, the rain only added an inconvenient<br />
stressor to my flatland outlook. Keeping dry and accounting for<br />
conditions emerge as controllables that now seemed out of my<br />
control. Yet, instead of attempting to better these circumstances,<br />
Dad and I sat to absorb them. We found a log and looked out over<br />
the valley. We knew it was an ideal spot to look and listen as the<br />
mountains came to life. No deer walked into our view, but we felt<br />
their presence and so it was a good day.<br />
Under that blanket of rain and throughout the course of the<br />
next week filled with roaming ridge-lines and valleys, I fell in love<br />
with the hunt, in love with hunting and in love with hunting with<br />
my dad. Yes, I grew up hunting deer in Texas, but I don’t feel I<br />
truly experienced the hunt until I grappled with GPS coordinates,<br />
aching quadriceps and a backpack that carried everything I could<br />
imagine for survival and not one thing more.<br />
I learned this lesson and truly experienced nuance on the last<br />
day of our hunt, in predawn cold, as I squatted at 8,300 vertical<br />
feet for the most satisfying restroom break of my life, if not the<br />
UNDER THAT BLANKET OF<br />
RAIN AND THROUGHOUT<br />
THE COURSE OF THE<br />
NEXT WEEK FILLED WITH<br />
ROAMING RIDGE-LINES<br />
AND VALLEYS, I FELL IN<br />
LOVE WITH THE HUNT, IN<br />
LOVE WITH HUNTING AND<br />
IN LOVE WITH HUNTING<br />
WITH MY DAD.<br />
most well executed. My instinct was to hold it, but the newness of<br />
this setting indicated I should do otherwise. I hoped nobody was<br />
watching, but then realized, who cares if they were?<br />
Dad and I didn’t leave the Colorado mountains with a deer, its<br />
meat, or prized antlers, but I was still satisfied. I spent a week in<br />
the mountains, learning from my dad as we experienced together<br />
the raw realities of nature.<br />
The industrious, hardworking spirit of our native state fuels<br />
my soul, and a sense of belonging grows from generations of ancestors<br />
who traveled west from Arkansas and<br />
Missouri, seeking opportunity and challenge.<br />
Two centuries ago, Texas was an uncharted<br />
beacon of promise. Wild, uncultivated, dense<br />
and vast, the sprawling geography of the Lone<br />
Star State called those who were bent toward<br />
independence, willing to tackle the unknown<br />
for the promise of what could be. However,<br />
most of that land is private now. The journey<br />
deep into the public lands of Colorado is<br />
likely the closest I’ll ever get to the curiosity<br />
and courage of our Texas bloodline.<br />
While Texas has a lot to offer, public land<br />
represents only a small fraction, 4 percent of<br />
the entire state. But western states like Colorado<br />
boast millions of public acres where we<br />
can roam, explore and discover. It’s ours. We<br />
all share in it – share in the joys and the responsibilities. On this<br />
hunt, they allowed me to, if only for a few days, savor the same<br />
sense of wonder that stimulated my family hundreds of years ago<br />
to settle what was wild and to their west.<br />
Natalie is a writer based in Austin, Texas. She studied journalism<br />
at The University of Texas and has worked as a narrative craftsman<br />
and storyteller for almost 20 years.<br />
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DO THE MATH<br />
BY GEORGE WALLACE<br />
A soft orange jack-o-lantern glow from the wall tent<br />
Serves as the lighthouse<br />
Guiding one weary hunter down from the mountain<br />
His hands just washed in six inches of fresh snow<br />
Four friends cook supper, do dishes, haul water<br />
Feed stock, cover tack, and the fifth,<br />
Having finally eaten, snuffs out the lantern<br />
For all to see the night<br />
Ten degrees and a million stars<br />
Six nose bags, the smell of molasses and oats<br />
And one sound in the galaxy<br />
Horses and mules chewing<br />
Steam still rises from five backs<br />
Pack pad prints still legible as we brush and<br />
Knead large warm muscles of shoulder and haunch<br />
Tingling relief for freezing hands<br />
The heat, cold, the infinite quiet<br />
The ancient bond of men and animals<br />
Four days steady work among companions<br />
All converge to provide a hard to quantify peace<br />
The next day in high dark timber<br />
We prepared and later, for us, they carried<br />
Eight quarters, four pieces of loin<br />
Nested in rib platters and bagged in muslin<br />
Now hanging, still warm but cooling, from wind-bent aspen<br />
In 24 hours more<br />
After the packing out of meat and hide<br />
Camp will break and find its way<br />
Into parcels sorted and scaled for balance then arranged<br />
Into 10 side and five top packs – all 600 pounds assigned<br />
To fit the needs of our tired companions<br />
Back onto Decker, sawbuck and cable-rigged strip-down saddles<br />
Loaded by 10 beat-up hands into a millennium blend of<br />
Leather, canvas, rawhide and nylon panniers<br />
And secured by a cultural mix of Latigos and Vasquos,<br />
Double diamonds, basket hitches and then mantied<br />
With well-used lash ropes – chased, locked and daisy-chained<br />
All parts seasoned with rain, snow, mud, blood, saddle soap, sweat<br />
And lots of miles<br />
Two days of preparation, a day of travel and now<br />
A like amount of drying, washing, cleaning, folding<br />
Then five families and 15 hours of cutting, grinding, mixing<br />
Ah, the tasting and tailoring of sausage, the weighing and wrapping<br />
Two dogs, three coyotes, four raptors, two guilds of ravens<br />
Wait their turns nearby for butchers to recycle what’s left<br />
Still-sore horses and mules resting and rolling in corral dust<br />
They all know, and in our dreams and memories so do we<br />
That a half-second trigger pull is tucked in there somewhere<br />
A necessary but insufficient part of the story<br />
When you do the math<br />
George farms north of Fort Collins, is a professor emeritus of CSU’s Warner<br />
College of Natural Resources and is a BHA member who writes and<br />
speaks about public lands. He looks forward to having three generations,<br />
including a grandson with his first elk tag, in backcountry camp this year.<br />
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SWEAT<br />
Equity<br />
By Mark Hurst<br />
WE DIDN’T GIVE HIM A NAME. We<br />
didn’t call him old crab-claw or spike or lefty<br />
or any other nonsense. We just hunted him<br />
hard for four seasons in a way we could feel<br />
good about when it was all said and done.<br />
No special privileges, no advantages, just<br />
honest sweat and a little blood and a lot of<br />
hard work in the wildest country we could<br />
find.<br />
Every day was the same. Wake up at 3<br />
a.m., drive an hour in the dark to the George<br />
Washington National Forest, park the Jeep,<br />
don the packs, then climb for two hours. A<br />
long, cold vigil on the stand and then a long,<br />
cold descent through moonlit darkness, listening<br />
to the blood pounding in our ears all the way down.<br />
About once a year, he would sneak in close enough to let us<br />
know he was still out there. One morning my daughter heard him<br />
grunt somewhere off to the south. Then not another peep. A cold<br />
wind rose up out of nowhere to drown out each new syllable, then<br />
a year of deafening silence.<br />
Another season, he cruised by my son on the tail of an estrus<br />
doe. The dense Virginia undergrowth was so thick that only a few<br />
brief glimpses of tan-yellow hide and bone-white horn betrayed<br />
him above the sound of Caleb’s own beating heart, the waxy laurel<br />
dancing in the rifle scope and a dark, shadowy outline slipping<br />
through the tangled green hell.<br />
Every season was like that. Hours upon hours of uninterrupted<br />
ABOUT ONCE A<br />
YEAR, HE WOULD<br />
SNEAK IN CLOSE<br />
ENOUGH TO LET<br />
US KNOW HE<br />
WAS STILL OUT<br />
THERE.<br />
boredom and a brutal, punishing slog on either<br />
end, always or nearly always for nothing,<br />
not an ear flickering in the brush, not a tail<br />
twitching in the timber, not a flash of horn,<br />
not a doe or a fawn and surely not a buck. Just<br />
mornings and evenings and whole seasons of<br />
endless nothing.<br />
This could be because, not too far from<br />
where I was standing, just about any deer that<br />
dared to step across the invisible boundary<br />
onto neighboring private land was fair game<br />
just about any time of the year. As one senior<br />
game management official recently described<br />
it, between the damage pemits and virtually<br />
unlimited bonus tags, private land hunters<br />
could legally shoot more than 350 does a year, all with little or no<br />
regard to the impact that might have on the neighboring public<br />
land herd.<br />
I’ve hunted the alpine in Colorado, ruined my feet on the impossibly<br />
vertical ridges of the Frank Church, soaked in the cold,<br />
wet, hypothermic gray of Kodiak Island and the Brooks Range.<br />
It’s true, they’re all harder and they’re all far more likely to kill you.<br />
But there’s always the promise of game there too.<br />
These days though, not so much on the national forests of<br />
Virginia. Twenty consecutive years of liberal bag limits and ever-lengthening<br />
seasons have cut the public land herd in half and<br />
pushed 70,000 hunters out of the woods for good.<br />
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Merv Webb photos<br />
Around noon, a shaggy black shadow<br />
materialized out of the brush somewhere<br />
behind me and drifted across a<br />
log before it froze like a statue, lingering<br />
an eternity for reasons I still can’t<br />
explain. Two hundred and fifty pounds<br />
maybe. The license to kill the bruin was<br />
stuffed in the pack hanging on a hook<br />
just below my gun.<br />
The truth is, I thought about it –<br />
painted the crosshairs across his broad<br />
black shoulder and watched him magnified<br />
through that narrow little tube for a<br />
very long time.<br />
But no matter how hard I tried, some<br />
part of me knew that I wasn’t there for<br />
him. That part of me wouldn’t let my<br />
finger pull the trigger. A few seconds<br />
more and the bear made the decision for me. No rush. He just<br />
turned and walked away, due north, out of my life forever.<br />
Caleb came home from college a few days later, the weekend<br />
before Thanksgiving. We had just this season and the next, then<br />
he was off to the Navy. It’s hard to know or even guess why he still<br />
wanted to hunt this way. Neither of us had killed a deer in four<br />
years, and the truth is, we’d hardly seen any. But while most folks<br />
his age would have long since walked away – and most already had<br />
– he’d only grown the stronger from it, only more determined.<br />
Usually, sometime after we made the<br />
crest of a ridge, we’d pause to catch our<br />
breath and I’d say something to bleed off<br />
a little tension. Something like, “OK,<br />
next week, I’ll go get the golf cart, drive<br />
you out to the blind and we’ll set up on<br />
the food plot and wait for a shooter…”<br />
He’d just shake his head and stare off<br />
into the timber, laughing a little bit between<br />
breaths and wondering, I suppose,<br />
how a hunt like that could ever have become<br />
the new gold standard in the land<br />
of Daniel Boone.<br />
About a week after the bear came<br />
through, and four hours into yet another<br />
fruitless morning on the stand,<br />
it dawned on me that somehow, somewhere<br />
along the way, failure had become too easy to live with.<br />
I wasn’t getting any younger and this surely wasn’t getting any<br />
easier. And maybe, just maybe, since I was going to all this trouble<br />
anyway – packing a 12-pound stand three miles up the side of a<br />
mountain – that maybe, just maybe, I might ought to show a little<br />
more enthusiasm.<br />
So I climbed down from the tree and eased over to a trail camera<br />
I’d hung nearby. For the first time that year, I found him captured<br />
there in all his digital glory, frozen in time on that little<br />
screen in my cold, gloved hand. Head down, he’d been traveling<br />
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on a beeline toward some obscure destination planted firmly in<br />
the forefront of his little deer mind.<br />
But something about the angle didn’t quite suit me, so I pulled<br />
the little camera off the tree and moved it back a touch. Just as<br />
I finished hanging it in its new home, I heard movement in a<br />
thicket above me. When I looked up, I couldn’t believe my eyes.<br />
Five seasons completely devoted to that one deer. Countless miles<br />
and buckets of sweat and now there he was, alive and breathing<br />
and staring back at me through the maple and laurel. Those same<br />
regal antlers, that same Roman nose, that unmistakable gravitas<br />
that always seemed to surround him. But also now, the clear signs<br />
of age that never end well for a deer like that in a place like this.<br />
The leaves rustled a little when I picked up the gun, but still<br />
he didn’t move. I raised the rifle without much hope that I could<br />
ever thread a bullet through all that mess, but honestly I didn’t<br />
plan to try. I wanted Caleb to kill this deer. I watched through the<br />
glass and thought about all the life that was wrapped up in that<br />
moment for both of us, some part of me living in the deer, some<br />
part of him living in me.<br />
I felt the years of frustration and futility and the nagging fear<br />
that even now, a couple of spindly limbs might still separate me<br />
from feeling the weight of all that meat on my back and sharing<br />
everything that would mean with my own flesh and blood son.<br />
But then a tiny window arose from the chaos, the slightest<br />
crease in space and time and laurel, the gauntlet of all those challenges<br />
that forever stood between us.<br />
I still wish Caleb had killed that deer instead of me. But in the<br />
evening, we shared the load together and poured out our sweat<br />
under a cold November moon in the gathering darkness along the<br />
roof of the Appalachian Highlands. We knew that we could never<br />
have asked for anything more.<br />
I may never hunt a wiser deer, and I probably won’t kill another.<br />
Some part of me doesn’t care. That part, the same part that<br />
stayed my finger when faced with the bear, knows I come for the<br />
sweat and the blood as much as anything. I come for the simple<br />
freedom to walk where I choose to walk and to hunt how I chose<br />
to hunt. Anything other than that is nothing I care to know.<br />
Mark is a new member of the Capital Region Chapter of BHA. He<br />
settled close to home in Harrisonburg, Virginia, after a long career in<br />
the Navy, only to find that Virginia’s public land deer herd had been<br />
cut in half. Now he’s trying to do something about it.<br />
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A Conversation With<br />
REMI WARREN<br />
Hunting guide, outfitter, television host and outdoor<br />
writer, Remi Warren has hunted around the world and<br />
collected vast experience. We chatted with Remi to get<br />
his take on public lands, hunting media and<br />
careers in the outdoors.<br />
BY RYAN HUGHES AND SAM LUNGREN<br />
BHA: What drove you to pursue a career in hunting?<br />
REMI: For me, hunting wasn’t just something I liked. It was<br />
something I was completely obsessed with. It was all I thought<br />
about. It was all I cared about. It was all I read about or did. I was<br />
very singularly focused, and I couldn’t see myself doing anything<br />
else. Even when I was in high school all I cared about was hunting<br />
and I decided it was what I want to do, so I got into guiding pretty<br />
much right out of high school. I still went to college for spring<br />
and summer semesters but I’d take the fall off to guide in Montana<br />
and other places as well. I loved it so much that I thought it<br />
didn’t even feel like work. It’s just what I love to do.<br />
How did you start filming hunts and get involved with TV?<br />
I’ve always been into filming. I watched outdoor television<br />
growing up. It was a rare thing, but I’d watch outdoor shows on<br />
the weekends – DVDs, videos. Then when I was 15 years old I<br />
got a cheap video camera, and I filmed everything I could. I’d film<br />
myself scouting all the time. I filmed myself, my friends and my<br />
family out hunting. I was just always into it. During high school<br />
I started taking college classes early, and I took a film production<br />
class. I thought that it’d be cool to take those classes and use them<br />
to film hunting videos.When I was going to college I saved up my<br />
money and bought a camera and just started filming everything.<br />
I figured I’d use it for guiding and outfitting videos, but I didn’t<br />
really have an actual plan – I just loved to video and loved pho-<br />
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tography. It was something that I enjoyed doing, so I just took the<br />
gear along with me anyways. I always had it with me whether I<br />
was guiding, hunting on my own, or hunting with friend.<br />
How did your videos develop<br />
into you becoming a public figure<br />
in the hunting world?<br />
It was something I was doing<br />
anyways. I ended up having a ton of<br />
content. That’s when I got hooked<br />
up with Tim Burnett of Solohunters.<br />
He started this new show<br />
and needed content. I happened<br />
to see something somewhere. He<br />
also happened to live near me. I<br />
brought over all my videos and he<br />
was like, “Holy smokes, this stuff is<br />
pretty good!”<br />
I felt really fortunate to be able<br />
to go hunting almost year-round.<br />
Most years when I was out hunting<br />
and guiding, I’d have 120 consecutive<br />
days in the field. If I was<br />
able to do this every day and learn<br />
so much so fast, it was my obligation<br />
to share what I learned. I realized that I probably stacked up<br />
more experience than a lot of people get the opportunity to in<br />
their lives. I could share the experience with guys who may not<br />
be able to go out that much but really want to make the most<br />
out of the time that they have. It’s the coolest thing for me when<br />
someone says that they’ve learned something or that they were<br />
inspired to do a certain trip. To be honest, a lot of the things I did<br />
were inspired by other people. I always had hunting magazines.<br />
I watched hunting videos – any hunting video I could get my<br />
hands on. One of my dreams was to go to Africa because I’d read<br />
Death in the Long Grass so many times. All these influences really<br />
shaped my desire for adventure. I picked up bow hunting because<br />
of things I saw on TV and in magazines. I didn’t even know a single<br />
bow hunter until I was probably 21 years old. Everything was<br />
taught in a book, read in a magazine, or watched in a video. I was<br />
really inspired by those things, and I hope to pass that on and do<br />
the same for someone else.<br />
Do you have any commentary on issues within the outdoor<br />
media?<br />
One of my main critiques is that some people do not show the<br />
respect that is needed. I believe that hunters love the animals that<br />
we are chasing because without them we wouldn’t be doing what<br />
we are doing. When I see someone not showing respect to the<br />
animal and respect to the way of life, I think that’s a big slap in<br />
the face. I think the majority of hunters care about those things. I<br />
think a lot of hunters care about keeping the places that they hunt<br />
huntable – good habitat, conservation, keeping land public. They<br />
care about the meat that they take home and the time that they<br />
had with their friends and family. Anything that does not show<br />
those characteristics of hunting just puts a sour taste in my mouth.<br />
And it does the same to people who may not hunt. Hunting ethics<br />
have always been self regulated. Look at the turn of the century<br />
FOR ME IT’S MORE OF A<br />
WHERE THAN A WHAT.<br />
I LIKE HUNTING IN THE<br />
MOUNTAINS AND I LIKE<br />
BACKCOUNTRY AREAS. IT<br />
WOULDN’T REALLY MATTER<br />
WHAT I’M HUNTING, BUT<br />
THE TYPE OF PLACE THAT<br />
I’M HUNTING. ANYTHING<br />
THAT HAS A LOT OF<br />
ADVENTURE, REMOVED<br />
FROM PEOPLE AND<br />
CIVILIZATION.<br />
when animals started to disappear from the landscape. It was the<br />
hunters who put them back and started conservation efforts. And<br />
it was also hunters who created what we consider fair chase ethics.<br />
How do you handle yourself as<br />
a hunter? What does it mean to be<br />
a hunter? How do you decide what<br />
is OK and what’s not OK beyond<br />
the law? Now that someone can<br />
produce anything that they want<br />
and post it for the public to see, I<br />
think we need a new awakening of<br />
what ethics are and what it means<br />
to be a hunter. Anything that does<br />
not show respect to the animal and<br />
the landscape is not okay.<br />
What is your involvement with<br />
conservation and BHA?<br />
Growing up in Nevada, I’m used<br />
to having access whereever I want<br />
and hunting public land. There’s no<br />
other state that has as much public<br />
land as Nevada, at least in the<br />
Lower 48. It’s 80 percent public.<br />
We don’t know what a trespassing<br />
sign is. And as a guide, a lot of my clients were thirsty to hunt<br />
some public land. In Nevada, growing up not being told you can’t<br />
go somewhere is really important to me. It’s how I live. And I<br />
think it is very important to keep those places public. A lot of<br />
what protects these lands happens at a governmental level, and an<br />
individual might not have the ability to fight those things, but as<br />
a collective organization we can really protect what we hold dear.<br />
If you had to only hunt one species for the rest of your life,<br />
what would it be?<br />
I really enjoy archery hunting mule deer. But I also enjoy calling<br />
for elk and elk hunting. For me it’s more of a where than<br />
a what. I like hunting in the mountains and I like backcountry<br />
areas. It wouldn’t really matter what I’m hunting, but the type of<br />
place that I’m hunting. Anything that has a lot of adventure, removed<br />
from people and civilization. It’s all about the place for me.<br />
What is your spirit animal?<br />
Definitely a wolf.<br />
Now make your best wolf sound, Remi.<br />
(Remi howls.)<br />
What advice can you offer to people who want to pursue a<br />
career outdoors?<br />
The main thing is to just do it. You have to just do it, and not<br />
give yourself options to do something else. I’ve heard people say<br />
they want to, but they are going to do something else until it<br />
works out. If you make it your only option, then you’re going to<br />
figure it out. That’s always been my approach – if there’s something<br />
I want to do, I just start doing it, and I’ll figure it out along<br />
the way.<br />
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INSTRUCTIONAL<br />
EAGLE EYES<br />
BY JACK BALLARD<br />
EVERY HUNTER WITH A SMIDGEN OF EXPERIENCE has<br />
tasted it. From cottontail chasers to safari-goers, the chagrin of<br />
having an animal that should have been spotted bolt to safety is a<br />
more regular occurrence than most care to remember. Inattention<br />
is sometimes the culprit. At other times, it’s simply a failure to<br />
correctly interpret the visual cues that could have betrayed the<br />
animal’s presence.<br />
My father had an exceptional eye for spotting mule deer, a favorite<br />
quarry he had hunted and observed on our family’s western<br />
Montana ranch for decades. On one occasion he slammed the<br />
pickup to a halt on the way to mend the barbwire fence on a back<br />
pasture. He’d spied a mule deer buck bedded in the brush on a<br />
slope on the opposite side of a deep ravine. Even after offering my<br />
two brothers and me a detailed description of the animal’s whereabouts,<br />
I didn’t really spot the pale-faced old stag until I peered<br />
FAMILIAR FACES<br />
1<br />
Dad’s incredible ability to spot mule<br />
deer certainly benefitted from his better<br />
than average eyesight. But his everyday<br />
experience with the odocoileus<br />
hemionus species, observing them on a<br />
year-round basis in a plethora of situations<br />
and variety of habitats (he hunted them in the mountains of<br />
southwestern Montana as well as on the ranch), allowed him to<br />
easily discern them from the landscape.<br />
In runners’ circles, a seemingly inane but insightful maxim<br />
at it through the glass of a worn 6x Weaver scope atop dad’s cherished<br />
Model 70 Winchester .220 Swift rifle.<br />
The experience spawned an infrequent, direct question to my<br />
mostly austere sire. His response to his youngest son’s “how did<br />
you see that deer?” was a cryptic, “you just have to know what to<br />
look for.” For nearly four decades I’ve pondered his response. For<br />
years it seemed absurd. Now I interpret it as a pithy description<br />
of those who have truly developed “eagle eyes” for spotting game.<br />
“What to look for” is easier stated than described, but here are<br />
some of the things the raptor-eyed among us look for, whether<br />
they can verbalize it or not.<br />
Jack has written hundreds of articles on hunting, conservation and<br />
wildlife biology. He recently completed two books, Wildlife Photography<br />
and Large Mammals of the Rocky Mountains, which will be<br />
published by Rowman & Littlefield later this year.<br />
states “to run faster you have to run faster.” It underscores the<br />
idea that if your goal is to hold a six minute per mile pace over a<br />
5k, you first have to run that fast for some shorter distance. When<br />
it comes to spotting game, we might say “the more you’ve seen<br />
it, the easier it is to see.” This is especially true for hunters given<br />
the opportunity to hunt novel species such as bighorn sheep or<br />
moose. Laying eyes on the intended quarry as many times and in<br />
as many different environments as possible beforehand will make<br />
it easier to recognize them on the hunt.<br />
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IT STARTS WITH THE PARTS<br />
2<br />
We never did see the entire body of<br />
the buck my dad spotted in the brush.<br />
Only its aged gray face and heavy, dark<br />
antlers were visible beneath its resting<br />
place under a mountain mahogany.<br />
Learning to recognize a part of an animal<br />
is one of the visual challenges especially<br />
pertinent to young hunters, especially those whose mentors<br />
lead them into the hardwood forests of New England in pursuit<br />
of whitetails or the lodgepole tangles favored by elk in the West.<br />
More often than not, woodland game animals are first observed<br />
as the mocha ear of a cow elk or a couple of ivory tines on the<br />
antler of a buck.<br />
Parts are sometimes easier to spot with a change in perspective.<br />
When hunting elk in heavy timber I regularly drop to my knees<br />
to look ahead in “elky” cover. On more than one occasion I’ve<br />
spied the brown legs of wapiti, body parts indiscernible from a<br />
standing position.<br />
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FLATLINE<br />
4<br />
5<br />
FOCUS<br />
An older sister once gave me a book<br />
titled “The Outdoor Observer” for<br />
Christmas. The author spent a chapter<br />
or two describing the habits of several<br />
animal species and how to spot them.<br />
Most of his advice seemed sophomoric<br />
COLOR IS KEY<br />
My wife and I recently had our house<br />
painted. The shades on a chosen sample<br />
card all looked about the same green to<br />
me, but Lisa agonized over “sea foam”<br />
versus “pastel sage.” The characteristic<br />
colors of a species are subtly different<br />
than their surroundings, and in some<br />
STOP AND SEE<br />
Locomotion, even at the proverbial<br />
snail’s pace, requires some visual monitoring<br />
of the ground at one’s feet. A<br />
stationary hunter, by contrast, has the<br />
luxury of exclusively focusing on the<br />
middle and outer portions of his or her<br />
visual field. This not only promotes a<br />
to a teenaged ranch kid, but I distinctly remember one nugget.<br />
When looking for game animals in the timber, pay particular attention<br />
to horizontal lines and shapes in a vertically-oriented universe.<br />
That horizontal line might be the back of deer. Scrutinizing<br />
horizontal shapes will doubtlessly lead to inspecting fallen trees<br />
but may as easily reveal the body of an elk.<br />
cases hues are strongly associated with gender. For example, the<br />
body of a mature bull elk is typically lighter (more tawny than<br />
brown) than that of a cow. The ability to recognize colors more<br />
specific to one’s quarry than the habitat in which it exists is one of<br />
the few ways in which human vision is superior to that of game<br />
animals.<br />
more deliberate scrutiny of habitat; it also aids in the detection<br />
of motion, the primary means by which animals become aware<br />
of hunters.<br />
Becoming an eagle-eyed hunter isn’t all about superior distance<br />
vision. In most cases it’s just a matter of knowing what to look<br />
for.<br />
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END OF THE LINE<br />
BLACK OUT PACK OUT III<br />
MY BINOCULAR LENSES OSCILLATED between shoeless archer<br />
and sleeping elk. I thought of Aldo Leopold’s words about<br />
how a hunter “ordinarily has no gallery to applaud or disapprove<br />
of his conduct.” Perhaps that’s why I felt somewhat voyeuristic,<br />
lying on my stomach, peeking through binoculars through sagebrush,<br />
watching Ty’s stalk unfold from barely 200 yards away.<br />
We’d started hiking at 3:45 a.m. The last full day of a 10-day<br />
trip – no one was trying to slack off. Five miles lay under our belts<br />
before the sun began to lend form to the crinkled juniper coulees<br />
and Ponderosa-dusted buttes. Ty, Chad and I assumed sentry<br />
posts on three sides of a bare promontory knob. After cursory<br />
scans of the more familiar front country, all eyes turned toward<br />
the distant drainage we’d left camp so early to explore.<br />
Through the smokescreen sunrise, everything about the basin<br />
just looked juicy. North-facing ponderosa stands, labyrinthine<br />
coulees, green grass in the bottoms – a distinct rarity in this thirsty<br />
country. It was perhaps the farthest from a road one could get in<br />
our unit. And frankly, we’d bumped a lot of elk and mule deer<br />
in that direction over the previous four days of blown stalks and<br />
occasionally incautious wanderings. The basin had to be loaded.<br />
Before the red September sun had cleared the distant peaks,<br />
Chad picked out a bull coming over a hill into a tall, timbered<br />
bowl. Though well over two miles distant, antlers glinted bright<br />
and long. We were all pretty much fine with any legal bull at<br />
this point, including the “spork horn” Chad came within a few<br />
steps of arrowing with his recurve bow the day before. But what<br />
hunter can resist going after a monster elk into the far reaches of<br />
the backcountry? Well, maybe those who have experienced a truly<br />
tough pack-out from that kind of area – but we’ll get to that later.<br />
A route in place, we launched further into the remoteness. Right<br />
away, we had to decide not to pursue two mature bulls wandering<br />
an adjacent timber pocket. Across the main coulee and over the<br />
first ridge, we bumped a bull with two cows. Then two raghorn<br />
bulls over the next rise. We got the drop on the fourth band, but<br />
the wind switched before we could make a second move.<br />
Frustrated but determined, we finally circled behind the high<br />
hill where the big bull had bedded. Ty and I waited in the shade<br />
while Chad went to confirm what we all suspected.<br />
We snacked and gathered ourselves in the shifting shade of a<br />
wide ponderosa, the early afternoon sun cranking up toward the<br />
90s. We needed a slower, more deliberate approach. A quirk of<br />
this country provides for long-range glassing, while at the same<br />
time hiding potentially dozens more interstitial animals. Anyway,<br />
we didn’t want Ty to get heat stroke for a second time in a week.<br />
We headed across the bowl and over the far ridge. Peeking over<br />
the top, I could see a young bull lying asleep beneath a tree on the<br />
opposing slope. Lowering the binoculars from my eyes, I noticed<br />
Ty looking at me.“Well, you spotted it,” he said frankly.<br />
We’d switched between rules a few times that week, from youspot-it-you-got-it,<br />
to taking turns, to Rochambeau. But I’d gotten<br />
inside 50 yards on a stalk the day before. Maybe I was sluggish in<br />
the hellishly hot weather, but Ty looked hungry. “Nah man, you’re<br />
up,” I said. He headed out almost immediately.<br />
Half an hour of slow, intentional steps brought Ty above the<br />
young elk’s pine sanctuary. Suddenly the bull was<br />
on his feet and running, frantically aware that<br />
something was amiss. Ty cow called loudly<br />
and the elk stopped, turned and began<br />
to walk back. A seductive mew really<br />
grabbed the bull’s attention and briefly<br />
brought forth the red rocket. The two<br />
stood staring at each other for a long<br />
moment. Then the bull took a final step,<br />
turning to his right. Ty drew and fired in<br />
a smooth motion. Then both he and the elk<br />
disappeared from view.<br />
For 15 agonizing minutes, Chad and I speculated and pulled<br />
out our hair. Then Ty reappeared on the skyline, lowered his head<br />
and punched a bow-clenched fist in the air.<br />
We’d barely finished celebrating, photographing and paying our<br />
respects over the dead elk before the reality of the situation set in.<br />
Lengthening shadows would help, but we were still far from the<br />
trucks with meat yet to be made. We set to work, and, four hours<br />
later, three even parcels of boned-out flesh lay in bags draped over<br />
juniper as the last of the sunlight dissolved.<br />
We’d each started with four liters of water, not a drop remaining<br />
when the butchering was through. We decided to first walk down<br />
to a nearby lake to refill and wash off the day’s sweat and blood.<br />
It might have looked like some pagan ritual: three men in inky<br />
darkness wearing only boxers and headlamps, standing thighdeep<br />
in a lake, one rhythmically pumping water into a bag held<br />
by another. We lounged after on the cool, grassy shoreline before<br />
heading back up the hill to put the real weight on our backs.<br />
Just before midnight we strapped all gear, bows and thirds of<br />
an elk to our packs and started to stumble home. With no trail,<br />
arguments soon arose over the proper course through the maze of<br />
coulees. Beyond tired, I eventually declared that my fellows could<br />
follow me and my GPS or find their own route; I didn’t much care<br />
either way. At 4 a.m. we reached the high promontory where we’d<br />
begun the day glassing and, thankfully, the trail. We all sat down<br />
with our 90-plus-pound packs and immediately fell asleep.<br />
I awoke two hours later, shivering violently in my sweatdrenched<br />
T-shirt, just as daylight began to define the eastern<br />
horizon. Ty was still sitting upright in his backpack supported by<br />
antlers, head back and snoring softly. Chad lay in a fetal curl next<br />
to his load. I started talking aloud so the boys might join me in<br />
this world. We were soon walking again, glad that the worst was<br />
behind us but dismayed we were only halfway there.<br />
Thirty hours after leaving them, we arrived at our vehicles. I<br />
checked my GPS tracker: 8.82 miles from the kill site. It was 10<br />
a.m. but a Coors Banquet never tasted so good. We got the meat<br />
on ice, packed up tents and the camp kitchen, then embarked on<br />
the long journey home. As I rode along in Ty’s dust cloud, the<br />
antlers of his first bull elk strapped to his roof, I couldn’t drum up<br />
one ounce of regret for our collective decision to kill such a large<br />
mammal so far in the backcountry. My body’s anguish rapidly<br />
melted into memories I’ll hold forever.<br />
-Sam Lungren, editor<br />
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