The opening of modern firearm deer season is tomorrow
morning.
Traditionally, this used to be a time of great anticipation
and excitement to me. There was nothing
like the feeling of pulling together all of my gear the night before, laying
everything out to be ready for an early start the next morning. As a kid, this day was literally better for
me than Christmas.
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"Holy shit, holy shit holyshitholyshitholyshit!" |
I still get excited about it, even as a grown man at 34
years old, but this year doesn’t have the pizzazz of years past, for a couple of
reasons:
One, I’m not fully released yet for full physical
exertion. I’m still on the “take it easy”
program, which means “NO HIKING BIG, DEEP, ROUGH CANYONS WITH A DEAD DEER ON
YOUR BACK, GOOBER!” So I’m pretty much
on truck duty, a task usually reserved for the older men in our hunting
club. I’ll drop the physically healthy
hunters off on top, then drive the truck around to pick them up at the
bottom. During the drive, I’m welcome to
shoot any deer that I might encounter near the road. Woo hoo…
Sounds like a real fun day, right?
Nothing lik driving around in your truck all day to get hte adrenaline flowing, eh? |
Two, we’re kind of in the middle of a generation right
now. The youngsters are all too young to
go hunting with us, thus bringing that youthful enthusiasm and excitement, and
the rest of us are all too old to still be all excited about stuff. Don’t get me wrong, we still enjoy the trip,
but it’s like Christmas. As a kid,
Christmas was the most magical, enchanting, and exciting day ever, am I
right? As an adult, it’s still a fun day
that you look forward to, but it isn’t nearly as exciting as it used to be. Before you have kids, Christmas just kind of
becomes a “meh” day, and after you have kids, it is super exciting again.
Also, deer hunting in general pales in comparison to the
challenges of elk hunting, and moose hunting, and bear hunting. Those are the seasons that I really look
forward to.
So this year, for the first time in as long as I can
remember, I’m struggling a bit to keep excited about deer season.
Poor me |
Now, on to the fun part.
Gear and equipment.
Most of you have probably seen deer hunting on TV and have a
biased notion of what it’s all about.
Back east and in the Midwest, deer hunting it mostly about creeping into
a deer stand, holding still all day long, and waiting for a deer to walk past
so you can shoot it.
"OHMYGOD I'm so FUCKING BORED!" |
Out west, here with our massive tracts of open land, we
either drive them or "spot and stalk." Both of those activites involve covering as much ground as you can
safely, quietly cover in a day. It means you get to walk. And walk. And walk.
And we’re not walking on a sidewalk here. We’re walking the Breaks of the Snake River. Crumbling basalt slides, steep, trail-less
hillsides, and thousand foot bluffs.
"Holy crap, Uncle Goober, are we going in THERE?" |
So the first and foremost piece of gear is your boots.
The other major difference between stand hunting and the
drive or “spot and stalk” of the American West is the distances. I laugh constantly when I see the eastern
hunters on TV talking about not taking shots because the deer was walking and
was out at 100 yards, and it “just wouldn’t stop walking, man!”.
I am not bragging when I say that I’ve killed a deer with a
430 yard running shot. Deer run at 40
miles per hour. My dad’s best shot was
475, also running. These shots are made
generally offhand, with your heart beating a mile a minute from exertion and
holding your breath a nearly impossible task.
One year, when I had two tags, I shot two deer in less than 7 seconds, running across my field of view at top speed, and 225 yards. Lee Harvey Oswald was a fucking piker.
One year, when I had two tags, I shot two deer in less than 7 seconds, running across my field of view at top speed, and 225 yards. Lee Harvey Oswald was a fucking piker.
It’s for this reason that I carry a magnum – not because the
300 win mag is necessary to kill a deer, because it isn’t. But if you want to have the best chance of
bagging a deer where we hunt, you must be prepared to make 500 yard shots and
have them count.
So I haul a Ruger M77 Mark II, stainless synthetic
all-weather in 300 win mag. I load my
own rounds, using 190 grain hornady interlocks, with 71 grains of IMR 4350,
pushing that big bullet downrange at 3,000 feet per second. At anything less than 500 yards, that round
is nearly impervious to wind, and carries enough energy to drop a moose in its
tracks.
Mmmmmm, Moooose tracks! |
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Next, I’d like to discuss the quarry. Again, most hunting programs talk about
whitetail, because that’s what’s available back east, but out here, we have
both whitetails and mule deer. In our
area, the mule deer are 30% bigger than the whitetails, and so we generally go
after them.
"Hey, what's up?" |
The downside is that the muleys live in rougher, more
unforgiving terrain, and so you put more effort into a hunt. The upside is that you get to be a snobby and
scoff at all those easterners shooting their stupid little whitetails.
The method goes like this.
In a drive hunt, you drop hunters off at the top of the area you want to
hunt, and they coordinate their movements through the area, effectively driving
any deer in front of them as they go.
Whatever deer they come upon, they can shoot as they move along. When they get to the bottom of the drive,
another group of hunters is waiting there (this is generally the old guys and
the youngsters, as the drive is generally very physically draining). Whatever deer get pushed into them, they shoot. This method works better for mule deer than
it does whitetail. Muleys generally run
away from a hunter, whereas whitetail are more likely to run for a bit, then
take to the brush and try to move around behind a hunter.
In a “spot and stalk” hunt, generally done when you don’t
have as big a crew of hunters, you get up high as quickly as you can, and start
walking slowly and glassing for deer.
When you see deer, you try to figure out where they will go, and how
long it will take them to get there, and haul ass to cut them off.
Once you get a deer, you’ve got a choice on how to deal with
it, and that depends entirely on where you are an how far you’ve got to go with
it. My advice is to almost always keep
it whole, get the guts out of it, and drag it out in one piece, but if you’re
in a deep enough hole, or far enough back in, sometimes you’ve got to quarter
it and haul the quarters and meat out, leaving most of the skeleton, and the
hide behind. State law requires you to
haul the head out. This usually take
three guys, minimum, but it’s better with four.
One man can carry two deer quarters, but we try to mix it up, so that a
guy will carry a quarter, and a sack full of backstrap and rib meat. The other guy will get a quarter and a
head. The last guy will probably get two
quarters, but you’ll give him the lighter front quarters. The other two will generally carry this guy’s
rifle for him, or, best case, you’ve got a guy to carry gear and rifles,
leaving the meat packers more free to haul meat.
In any case, when the shooting ends, the fun ends with
it. Hauling a deer out of those canyons
can be a real sonofabitch.
"This is fun... I'm having FUN!" |
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But it’s worth it.
Last year I made Andouille sausage, breakfast links, and
brats out of a 50/50 mix of deer and pork.
They were all excellent. I expect
to do the same again this year.
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