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A Look at Broadheads
ON THE COVER: — Taking a break while bowhunting Sitka blacktail deer on Kodiak Island, Alaska.
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Letters
Dear TBM,
I am a subscriber to the print edition of TBM, and I
always look forward to going to the mailbox and finding the
latest edition.
I was sitting here this morning watching the snowstorm
begin here in Ohio, put some wood in the wood stove, and
went to my bookcase and discovered I had not opened the
last three issues of Traditional Bowhunter®! I spent all
morning—five hours—catching up and the stories of good
endings particularly the heart-warming “I Married a Serial
Killer!” and I am glad that it has worked out for Mr. and
Mrs. Thomas.
The interviews T.J. Conrads did with the boys of Black
Widow Bow Company and Gregg Coffey of Java Man con-
processor blade (see above). Several years ago there was a
tained great insight into the manufacturing mindset from
recall on these blades because the rivets were coming loose,
two great companies. His articles in the “Traditional
so we ordered new ones, and then I converted an old one to
Archives” columns on Ishi, Pope, and Compton are educa-
a skinning knife. The serrated blade is very sharp.
tional and, for me, motivational.
Simon Kortep
The rest—the “Tips from the Old Timer,” the “Campfire
Via E-mail
Philosopher,” and the stories of actual hunter’s success and
failure (that are actually successes in the end)—are what
P.S. I have every issue of Traditional Bowhunter®!
keep me as a subscriber to this fine publication.
Thanks for making this Sunday morning a worthwhile
Dear TBM,
time, as the snow has picked up. Keep up the good work!
I very much enjoyed the Apr/May 2021 “To Skin a Cat”
column, although it will most likely lead to at least a single
Tim Reuber
knife purchase. It seems I should have adopted the four
Christiansburg, OH
knife limit that a physician wrote about in an earlier TBM.
G. Fred Asbell has been a favorite of mine since the
Dear T.J.,
1970s. He was great at Denver events and I will always
It was great to see you reference Mike Okamura in the
regret that finances in the late 1970s did not allow me to
Apr/May 2021 issue, “To Skin a Cat.” I knew Mike in the
order a Bighorn bow when I made a couple of visits to his
early 1970s when he was in San Jose, California. I was just
Longmont, Colorado shop.
getting into archery and we enjoyed many practice sessions
It was also my custom to carry a Buck 118 personal
at the local junior college range with a mutual friend. I was
fixed blade knife and sheath on my belt when outdoors. It
surprised when he made a custom knife for me and have not
was a late 1960s gift from my wife that went with me to
found its equal since.
Vietnam in 1969 where I and six or seven others in my outfit
I heard he had moved to the Boise area for his day job.
used the knife for everything. How it survived is a testament
I’m glad he continued to make his beautiful and functional
to Buck. I resumed wearing it on my belt upon discharge
knives.
from the Army for hunting and camping. It remained on my
Dan Warner
belt when we moved to Loveland, Colorado in 1977.
Via E-mail
That knife is still carried in my daypack with a
sheathed folding knife on my belt after a bowhunter (late
Dear T.J.,
1970s) fell from his tree stand west of Fort Collins, Colorado
I enjoyed the article about your hunting knives. I have a
and came extremely close to bleeding out due to his fixed
knife collection spanning 50 years and have made some
blade piercing a major leg artery.
knives. This might be a surprise to you, but here is the knife
Since then I have heard of similar injuries in falls from
I used to dress my deer this year. It is a Cuisinart food
horseback and slipping on mountain shale, etc.
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I simply wanted to point this out as I was not the only and equipment will not appeal to each other.
one in the Fort Collins/Loveland area putting their fixed I wrote this letter the week that the Feb/Mar 2021
blade knives in packs, etc. after the accident made the local issue came in the mail. My wife had back surgery and could-
newspapers. n’t type for me. Then the Apr/May 2021 issue came and
Thanks much for the great publication! It certainly has there was a Matt Schuster hunting story with a photo show-
to be unique in the high number of expert contributors. ing Keith Brunner of all people! Thought it was a sign to
complete my letter.
Tom Lightfoot One final comment. It makes me sad to see almost every
Las Cruces, NM kill in the traditional harvest section, and in most all hunt-
ing stories, that carbon shafts are used. I’ve shot all materi-
Dear TBM, als and if wood shafts are properly matched, by weight and
While reading the Feb/Mar 2021 edition of spine, they will go exactly where aluminum and carbon
Traditional Bowhunter® Magazine and enjoying it shafts go.
immensely as always, I hit page 36 and there was a face Keep up with an awesome, magazine.
from the past: Matt Schuster! We only saw each other once.
It was about 15-17 years ago. Jerry Collins
Keith Brunner and I had been hog hunting the Metter, GA
Altamaha for a few months with very limited success. (This
is a side note on Keith.) His dad is only a couple of years Dear TBM,
older than me and we actually went to high school together Well, a big thank you and best wishes are in order for
which makes mine and Keith’s relationship a little odd. But Don Thomas, who’s given us so many great articles and edit-
I met Keith and learned that he was interested in tradition- ed articles over the years. The same to the new Co-Editor
al bow hunting. After encouraging him some, we ended up David Tetzlaff for filling Don’s vacancy. Perhaps the biggest
hunting together. He evolved into a great shooter with both round of gratitude should go to T.J. Conrads for bringing all
recurve and longbow. of us the best and finest traditional bowhunting periodical in
Back to the story. Keith called me one day to see if I the industry for decades. Every TBM issue is better than
would like to hog hunt on Horsecreek W.M.A. with him and the last one.
a person named Matt Schuster whom he had met at Thank You!
Traditional Bowhunters of Georgia events. Both were active Paul Schnell
in that organization. He told me that Matt owned multiple Somewhere USA
New Balance stores in Atlanta. Of course I said yes to the
invitation, but wondered if this man might be a little differ-
ent than old South Georgia boys I was used to. Could not
have been more wrong! Great personality, good sense of
humor, just one of the guys. As I remember, we didn’t kill a
hog but had a good time walking and stump shooting.
But the real reason I’m writing this is to thank Matt
and PBS for attempting to be totally traditional. When I got
into archery 32 years ago at age 43, I started with a com-
pound because no one shot anything else around here. At
least it was a wood core limbed Golden Eagle that resembled
a bow, not the upright crossbow looking contraptions shot
today. After about four years a new friend changed me to tra-
ditional equipment. Not just the bow, but my mind and heart
as well. There are only two other people in my entire county
that shoot traditional so I have many friends who use com-
pounds, but I don’t shoot or hunt with those people. I’m not
superior, just different and as Matt indicated, our cultures
n the months ahead of the cold and its accompanying hurdles is not Kodiak’s southern finger valleys and
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in the whitetail woods to a science only shoreline, seeking a flat section of
few others I am aware of can rival. This ground with an adequate terrain break
kind of dedication combined with adven- from the inevitable wind and rain that
turous personalities defines the deter- would be essential to the Alaska experi-
mined mountain hunter. They under- ence. On the south side of a small alder
stand the meaning of hunting hard and grove, we began to sink the stakes out-
yearn for the fulfillment of a laden pack. lining our charged perimeter fence.
Our conversation in early March was With the drone of the plane’s engine
short and to the point, summarized with drifting on the wind as he rolled over
the words, “We’re in.” the horizon’s saddle, the understanding
Fast forward six months and we of the remoteness of our camp began to
were watching in wonder out of the con- materialize.
vex windows of a Beaver float plane as We had spent the last hour airborne,
we gained altitude, rising above the flying 80 miles from the town of Kodiak.
center crest of Kodiak’s mountains. I’m There was no drainage to follow down-
still not sure any language would be hill ultimately intersecting a trail lead-
appropriate in describing the craggy ing the way to the truck. Our means of
ridges cutting straight from the rocky extraction were dependent upon the
beach line below. I appreciate Ansel weather allowing safe landing in any-
Adams’ desire that photography could where between eight to ten days. I do
do justice to vistas such as these. not mean to paint a picture of three
Impassable cliffs gave way to sloping, tough guys doing something that has
grassy benches, only to jut upward never been done before. This is the nor-
again in relentless progress toward the mal for those accustomed to the coun-
sky. The peaks were capped with glacial try. As Roland, our pilot, stated when
flows as smooth as a freshly Zambonied discussing the questionable flight con-
ice rink. The intense nature of this ter- ditions, “This is life on Kodiak. It’s all a
rain contrasted with my home state of matter of respectful risk taking.” That
Colorado, where the mountains’ vast- is the appeal of adventure, pushing
ness has given way to crowded trail- yourself slightly further than perceived
heads and over-used wilderness. possible, yet understanding and manag-
Accessible only by sea and air, this ing the risks within a tolerable level.
country gave a fresh meaning to Within minutes of landing, I ques-
“remote,” although admittedly we are tioned those limits as my gaze drifted
only seeing a small section of the expan- up the hillside and put my eyes on the
sive 49th state. first bear-shaped Volkswagen Beetle. I
Our final destination lay along the had been vocalizing my confidence, or
southern tip of the range where the lack thereof, in the small fence we
hills crest just over a couple of thousand pulled around our tents minutes prior
feet before cascading downward into to appreciating the size of the bruin as
secluded streams and marshes along he feasted on a small patch of berries
the braided valleys. Our flight conclud- and foraged through the moss high
ed after an hour’s journey across the above the little lake. With my only prior
island to the small alpine lake we would bear experience coming from a small
call home for the next eight days. black bear, you might imagine my sur-
Stepping off the floats onto the soft prise when looking at the 1000-pound
tundra, my boots sunk through the soft animal with a monstrous head. While
ground structure. We scanned the attempting to occupy ourselves erecting
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The author with his first day Sitka
blacktail buck.
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had spent more time traveling to the carrying a bow through mountains. But
destination than in the act of hunting. I had I endured the necessary sacrifice to
felt a need to endure the wind and rain, carry the meat and trophy home?
the aching feet after repeated days of The days and stories preceding our
frozen toes, the excitement of a passing final flight back to the lower-48 hold the
bear tending her cubs in the beaver truth. I came to Alaska not with the sole
pond below. I did not want to be cheated purpose of locking a yellow tag around
out of the adventure just because I had that deer’s antlers, and I am leaving
capitalized on the bedded deer. Little with more than a pack of meat. My sat-
did I understand the days that lay isfaction came from placating my desire
ahead. I enjoy the act of shooting as for exploration and adventure.
much as anyone, but that was not the
sole purpose of traveling to the remote David is a traditional bowhunter liv-
south end of Kodiak. I was intrigued by ing in the mountains of Colorado with
the fabled stories of the Kodiak brown his wife, daughter, and four hounds. An
bear. I yearned for the solitude of being engineer by trade, David is a passionate
confined to a small ten-foot square tent hunter and outdoorsman who enjoys
and vestibule while gale force winds writing to share his adventures.
Scott with his one-horned buck.
ripped at the exterior, accompanied by
curtains of rain. I hoped to repay the
Although this one flew higher, the dis- duty of carrying a heavy pack as Nick
tance had still been farther than my and Scott took deer of their own. I antic-
compensation allowed for, and the head ipated days of hiking the steep moun- Equipment Notes
shaved the hair from his armpit. I pulled tains surrounding our lake to peer over
the final broadhead from my quiver, the alpine saddles, exploring the land On this hunt, David shot a 62#
adjusting further for my improper dis- beyond our nearby reach. Had I lost out Wengerd Ibex recurve and Day Six
tance judgement while the buck stood in on that experience with an anxious flur- arrows tipped with Cutthroat three-
a bewildered state. He appeared to be ry of arrows on the first morning of the blade broadheads.
wondering why this doe staring him trip? In the end, that is the goal when
down was sending sharpened projectiles
under his chest. Anthropomorphism
aside, the decoy attached to the riser of
my bow coupled with the silence of the
shots had kept his curiosity heightened
long enough for me to accurately adjust
for the distance of the next shot. The
final arrow’s precise arc followed my
gaze to the tuft of hair I’d focused on sev-
eral inches behind his shoulder. At its
impact and pass-through, he kicked and
careened downward, nearly catching me
off my feet. Within seconds he was over
the rise of the bench and out of sight, but
not before laying down a trail of blood in
his wake.
I felt conflicted emotions following
the shot. This was a trip for which I had
planned over the past six months and I
owhunters are usually wel- for 27. During the 2020 big-game draw- his. Something from Paul is usually
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enough to be a serious concern for those
using Montana’s backcountry. This
hunting district was a grizzly hotspot
last year, and there are more grizzlies
there now. Bears were the major safety
concern during this hunt, although an
Oregon bowhunter had just been lethal-
ly gored by a wounded bull elk, and
moose, with aggressive, bone-crushing
power, are occasionally known to turn
humans into dirty red muck. Several of
us would be hunting for moose or elk in
this grizzly paradise until we had fin-
ished our business there, so we went
well-armed—just in case.
Beau’s moose hunt ended successful-
ly on opening day. That’s another story,
A shepherd’s tent that was pitched near Dave’s camp. He had a
but he hung with Dave whenever he
thousand sheep in the high country behind us and herded them
could until the end of Dave’s hunt. This
right through their camp.
is Dave’s story, as told in his words:
“While glassing a high basin I spot- “My older brother, Mike, with two of
“On Thursday morning I met an out- ted white paddles down at the creek, our friends, arrived late that evening to
of-state-elk-bowhunter along the trail. and then noticed a cow moose 150 yards hunt with me on Saturday and all of
We visited a bit, and then he asked: upstream from the bull. He was 400 them hopefully to pack meat if I got
‘What are you hunting for?’ yards from me and the morning ther- lucky.
“ ‘Moose,’ I said. mals were drifting downhill, so I circled “I rested that bull on Friday to help
“He looked at my recurve bow and for wind advantage and closed to about him forget me and hunted country that
said, ‘You’re gonna hunt moose with 100 yards. Then I shed my shoes and had looked good a couple of days before,
that thing….?’ Then he laughed at me. I pack and stalked in my socks. but I failed to find a moose to my liking.
abruptly turned away, left him in mid “I didn’t want to reveal my presence, My son, Ben, drove from his college res-
‘ha-ha’ with his oversized mouth hang- so I did no calling and moved only when idence to our camp and joined us that
ing half-open, and headed up the trail. the bull was moving or had his head evening.
“In four days of scouting and two down to feed. If his head came up, I “On Saturday, the last day of this
days of hunting, I saw several moose froze and waited. He was feeding hunt, Mike, Ben, and I awakened at
but none that I wanted. With hot through willows toward a shooting 4:45 a.m., had a quick breakfast of cof-
September weather and smoky condi- opportunity 20 yards from me, so I fee and oatmeal, and stuffed lunches
tions from regional forest fires, the screened myself behind a bushy juniper. into our packs in case we stayed out all
moose were holed-up in wet willow bot- Then, while shifting my weight in the day. The pre-dawn air was thick with
toms and thick timber. On the dry south icy mud, one of my feet caused a suck- smoke and humidity, and there were no
faces, the willows blended upslope into ing sound. His head swung my way and visible stars as we headed north in my
scattered juniper and fir with patches of then he stood motionless, looking and truck, hoping to find the bull that I had
alder, serviceberry, and dense grassy listening. Fifteen minutes later, with spooked on Thursday.
cover. The north faces were similar but my feet numb and him still suspicious, “A gentle rainstorm arrived at the
more heavily timbered. Hidden in the he turned and walked straight away. I trailhead while we were getting the
tall, still leafy vegetation, the bulls allowed him some distance and then backpacks and bows from the truck,
were rarely visible from ground level, so resumed my stalk. He eventually fig- first with a few drops, then with a
I walked ridges and glassed downward ured me out and ran off through open steady, soaking drizzle. We climbed to a
into the creek bottom cover. aspens, then into a thick fir stand. saddle on a nearby ridge. Then, wet to
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stood before it charged. There was still
a pool of blood there, but the rain was
eliminating it, so I hurried. Because of
their location and the thick trees where
the moose had been feeding, Mike and
Ben hadn’t seen anything that hap-
pened. Mike said, “After seeing nothing
for quite a while, we saw the bull trot-
ting from a bench close to where we had
seen it last, then to an open knoll and
turning broadside. It looked toward
Dave as he approached, then it trotted
downhill into the timber. Dave looked
up here a couple times but couldn’t
locate us. Several minutes later we
spotted him, half-running along the
sidehill toward us, obviously excited.”
“We packed our gear and went to
find the bull. On the way, we spotted a
Dave, left, with Ben and Mike, and Dave’s Shiras moose.
cow sneaking out the bottom of the
and as I moved he adjusted, keeping his neck entered his chest, but he then stood drainage and the smaller bull with two
sights on me. At the tree, I started to upright, big as a tall horse and not at a cows leaving over the top. To give my
stand and reached to get my hands good angle, so I didn’t shoot. I might not bull more time, we worked out what
against the trunk. Before they got have been thinking at all, just reacting, was left of the blood trail. I went to
there, he crashed against the opposite but subliminally I probably didn’t want where I had taken my first shot, and
side, breaking branches and scattering to finish this with gunpowder and lead, Mike and Ben went to where the moose
debris all over. The moose and I had so it was stare-down time. had stood. We found my first arrow
arrived at the same moment, and his “He opened some space by taking a buried deeply into the dirt, much far-
quickness should give us all something step or two backward, relaxing me a lit- ther back than I had expected, probably
to think about. tle. With my pistol at ready in my left because the moose was tall, and I’m
“Without palmation, his 16-inch hand, I eased out a couple of steps to used to pass-throughs on smaller ani-
brow tines straddled both sides of the pick up the bow with my right hand. mals like deer and bear. Then I found
trunk and nearly struck me. He was so Then I holstered the pistol and nocked the brisket arrow and the arrow that
close that I could have touched his face. another arrow, maintaining eye contact hit the rib. There was also a broken
With his 51-inch spread, the main all the while. He continued to back arrow in my quiver. The moose had
palms framed his head and the trunk as away, then turned and gave me a tight probably stepped on it during our face-
he faced me at eye level. Creating just quartering-to-me opportunity for a off. The bow had been far enough from
enough space to move, he kept trying to shot, and I took it. The arrow hit a rib at me that I couldn’t have stepped on the
get at me as I stayed 180 degrees a tight angle and cut through, but only arrow myself. I just don’t clearly
around the tree from him, and we both penetrated four or five inches. He remember everything that happened
circled left around the trunk until we turned away and trotted off a bit, then during the charge.
had reversed locations. walked across the bench and into thick “We dropped down, crossed the
“Then he stopped, and I did, too. I firs 60 yards from me. After settling creek, and climbed the opposite slope to
drew the Glock and chambered a car- down, I followed him for a short dis- look into the area where the bull had
tridge, but all I had to shoot at was the tance and then decided to leave him disappeared. Ben spotted him bedded in
front of his shoulders, since his chest alone and get Ben and Mike. shadows beneath a tree. His head was
was shielded by the tree. I tried to get “Before I climbed up to them, I tipped, resting on the right antler. Ben
the sights on the pipeline where his stopped to inspect where the bull had is color blind and could somehow dis-
Full disclosure
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All photos by the author
he smoke from the summer’s fires hung over the an animal, a feeling that had lain dormant these past
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ate answer to whatever question it had raised. As the gentle
breeze increased, the windmill blades behind me began
turning, spilling water from a long pipe into the tank. Like a
Japanese water fountain garden, the music was rhythmic
and soothing. I knew I would be fighting the urge to doze.
Little did I know that the 13-hour day would go by in the
blink of an eye.
The burnt-orange orb of the sun climbed over the near-
by ridge. Plenty of smoke still hung in the air, but my lungs
didn’t mind as badly as they had while chasing after ante-
lope. At 8 a.m., a buck approached from downhill and down-
wind. Getting a nose full of me, he flared his white rump
patch and disappeared. As the morning’s coolness gave way
to heat, a small buck approached the tank from the upwind
Stock tanks are a magnet for not only big game, but side and immediately began drinking. As I snapped pictures
also for birds, such as this Western meadowlark, the while he satisfied his thirst, his head came up quickly and
state bird of six states, including the author’s home his eyes locked onto something downhill. I peered slowly
state of Wyoming. through a window on my blind and saw a coyote crouch and
then leap on a ground squirrel a few yards away. At the
shone my headlight in. Finding no coiled assassin within, I movement, the small buck jumped back with a start and left
entered and made myself as comfortable as the tiny space the water for safer ground. I quickly switched lenses for the
would allow. I had decided to pack a bigger camera lens than 400mm and took pictures of the coyote as he choked down
I usually take with me on a bowhunt. I stowed the 400mm the rodent headfirst. He eventually left, nose to the ground
lens near my camera in a corner, within easy reach if I need- in search of another meal.
ed it. As light gathered, I made sure no pronghorn were com-
ing in and I took a couple of practice shots with my Judo
points. Although it was just seven yards to the water tank, I
needed to ensure nothing would hinder a good shot. Both
arrows found their mark, and nothing within the blind
snagged a bow limb or prevented a smooth release.
I sat back in my chair and enjoyed the morning sounds.
A vesper sparrow sent its call of trills and chips across the
grassland; a distant coyote yipped and received an immedi-
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and began the gutting process after a few quick photos. I
knew the mid-90-degree heat later in the day would quickly
spoil the meat if I didn’t tend to it properly. After the gutting
was complete, I grabbed the ice jugs from the blind and
placed them into the body cavity and hiked to my truck.
With the aid of a game cart, I soon had him in the bed of the
truck where more ice jugs awaited. I knew of a cottonwood
draw a short drive away. In no time I had his hide off and the
quarters in my cooler.
Back at home, I let the quarters age for three days in my
refrigerator before I cut up the roasts and steaks and ground
the hamburger. All but one roast were vacuum-packed and
frozen. I had been flipping through one of the past issues of
Traditional Bowhunter® Magazine and noticed a recipe
by T.J. Conrads “What’s Your Favorite Venison?” in the
Aug/Sep 2019 issue for an elk roast that I thought would
work just fine for my antelope. After marinating the fresh
roast, I placed it in my smoker grill until the meat ther-
mometer read 140 degrees.
I have to say, it was one of the best tasting pronghorn
A game cart made the pack out easy. dishes I’ve ever had. Maybe the flavor from the grill remind-
ed me of the smoke-filled days of hunting because every bite
from downwind and I hoped I could seal my scent within the put me back on that open prairie.
blind. I grabbed my bow and silently nocked an arrow.
Moments later, I could see through a small opening two of the In addition to bowhunting, Mark is an avid fly fisher-
bucks appear at 20 yards. Both hesitated for a moment but man and wildlife photographer. Mark’s photographs can be
made their way to the tank. The last two joined them. One of seen at his website MLeonardphoto.com.
them, a yearling, walked within six feet of the blind as he
went to water. The others were spread out, one on the east
side of the tank, and the remaining two drinking on the west
Equipment Notes
side. As I watched the largest buck drinking, I thought of a
near-empty freezer and what a fine opportunity for a lethal
Mark used a 54# Wes Wallace recurve, Port Orford cedar
shot was before me. In that moment, I decided to take him.
shafts, with 145 grain single-bevel Grizzly broadheads for
He lifted his head for a moment as I began my draw. I
this hunt.
froze and watched him through the shoot-through mesh
screen. When he put his muzzle down to drink again, I drew
and released in one fluid motion, aiming just behind the
shoulder, where the brown and white lines of hide meet. The
pronghorn jumped as the cedar shaft passed through his
vitals, one leg sending a spray of water from the tank as he
jumped over the edge of it. I briefly saw the arrow on the
opposite side of where I hit him, but as he joined the other
bucks the arrow was gone, replaced by a splotch of red. The
four bucks paused on the hillside 70 yards away. As my buck
started to wobble on his feet, the three ran as one, only stop-
ping to look back as the buck rolled down the steep hill.
I quickly made my way to him. I thanked the good Lord
for such a great opportunity to take this beautiful animal
By Paul Forward
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and my recurve. offering no shot. As he stepped to his
Two days later the weather held and right, I drew my bow. Over the summer
we found ourselves hiking off the road, I had been experimenting with gap
my pack full of our camping gear and shooting and had decided that I would
my hunting stuff and my wife with a hunt that way. I guessed the buck at
daypack and our son strapped to her about 27 yards and watched my arrow
chest. From my years spent exploring fly an inch or two over his back and
the island, I knew of a few trails that crash into the rocks behind him. The
could get us into the alpine without too buck walked over the ridge, never to be
much bushwhacking. We had an seen again. When I later paced out the
uneventful climb into the high country, distance, it was closer to 20 yards.
aside from some stops to breastfeed and My wife had heard the arrow hit the
a little slower pace than usual. rock and looked up at me as I came
My goal was to make it up into the back, half hoping I’d killed the buck and
rocky bedding areas in time to make a half hoping that we were done for the
late evening hunt, and we reached the day and could set up our shelter. She
ridges with perfect timing. Not wanting appeared relieved when I told her what
to push the margin of safety, we decided happened! We traversed around the
on hunting just one small alpine bowl ridge and started looking for a flat spot
before looking for a good tent site. As we and a water source. Even on Kodiak,
eased through a series of large boulders the hot, dry summer had dried up a lot
hoping to happen across a sleeping of mountain streams and tarns. About
buck, something caught my eye 200 an hour before dark, we found a good
yards above us. Closer inspection spot, fed the baby, made dinner, and
revealed a nice 3x3 buck bedded in a enjoyed a gorgeous sunset.
small depression with what looked like On our first camping trip with the
a tiny dried-up waterfall leading up to baby earlier that summer, we had
him that might provide cover. My wife brought a 2-person pyramid style shel-
and son sat down by a large boulder and ter, but we opted for our bigger 4-person
off I went. version on this trip to give us more
When I was 75 yards from the buck, room to spread out. As we’d done before,
I heard the baby cry and looked back to we bundled Ren up in warm clothes,
see my wife start breastfeeding him. I laid him on his back on a firm Z-rest
didn’t see any sign that the buck had foam mattress doubled over, and put
been disturbed. As I approached the lip him in his little sleeping sack. He fed
of the dry waterfall, I started doing a during the night on his usual schedule
60-second count between steps to delib- and all indications were that he stayed
erately slow myself down. I began to happy and warm on our little ridge
doubt that the buck was still there, but perch.
with some careful scanning, my binocu- I was up before first light and began
lar showed velvet antler tips at about moving slowly, hoping to spot some
30 yards. I only had a few more yards of bucks still out feeding. I located a group
cover, but if the buck stayed bedded, I of three right away, but they were feed-
thought that I might be able to creep in ing away from me in completely open
closer without being seen. terrain. Then I spotted another group
Despite my slow, deliberate motion, with one young buck and two does
the buck knew something was up and working into a creek drainage and hus-
stood in his bed facing directly at me, tled to position myself on the edge of it.
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able to pick out velvet antlers 20 yards
away through the grass. We sneaked
around toward a small prow of rock that
would provide a shot angle, and I did
my best to not make too much noise in
the loose, sharp rock while trying not to
tumble off my perch. I found the buck
bedded down about 15 yards below me,
angled facing away. My friend nocked
an arrow as well in hopes that he’d have
a shot soon after mine.
I can’t remember the last time some-
one was with me when I took a shot at
an animal, so it was an odd feeling with
my good friend watching me shoot from
a few feet away. I picked a spot low on
the rib cage and tried to mentally com-
The author and Ren in camp after a failed stalk. pensate for the steep downhill angle.
The small pink fletchings looked as if
way back into the alpine, hoping to smaller buck, I would take him at what they disappeared a little far back on the
make it up into deer country in time for we thought would be close range. My buck’s body. When the deer jumped up,
an evening hunt. friend anticipated that the bigger buck the arrow was buried deep into the
Once we got into the high country, it would stand up and move away from ground where he’d been lying. I nocked
didn’t take long before I noticed some the cliff in response to the commotion, a second arrow, but he did not present
velvety looking tendrils poking out from and he felt it would likely pass well another shot.
some brush at the base of a small cliff within his comfort range with his com- A moment later the second, bigger
band 300 yards away. There turned out pound. I had hoped to watch him shoot buck appeared just as my buddy hoped
to be two deer bedded about 20 yards the closer buck in case the other one it would. We had a brief moment of con-
apart. A tall looking fork buck appeared didn’t move as planned because he’s so fusion as he was asking me for distance,
to be in a spot that could be shot from often the guide and has fewer chances and I was giving my best guess. I later
above, and a much larger, older buck to hunt for himself. But he insisted, and learned that compound shooters often
bedded in a place that looked impossi- I could tell he was excited about the big range for each other using range find-
ble to approach without spooking him. buck. ers, and I felt bad that I hadn’t grabbed
We memorized some landmarks to I belly-crawled toward the edge. At his to help him out. Unfortunately, his
triangulate on once we got there. No first, I thought the buck had disap- shot didn’t go as planned and the buck
matter how many years I do this kind of peared, but with my binoculars I was disappeared into the brush, never to be
hunting, I still have to be intentional
about remembering landmarks because
the terrain always looks totally differ-
ent when I’m on my knees crawling
through unfamiliar territory that
looked simple from hundreds of yards
away. As always, the approach was a
little trickier than we anticipated but
we were soon sneaking up toward the
edge of the small cliff band.
We had discussed our plan on the
walk over. If we were able to locate the
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T
he mid-morning temperatures began to drop as the November, I knew the pre-rut would have them on their feet.
wind shifted from the southwest to the north. I found In my eyes, the odds were in my favor. Friends begged to
myself beginning to chill as the northerly wind differ, thinking I was wasting my time following the hunting
announced the arrival of an impending freeze. Now pressure and the record kill reports of the youth hunters in
Thursday, the realization that only the remainder of today the area. In my opinion, they were not looking at the circum-
and tomorrow remained in bow season only strengthened stances from the right perspective as they were not viewing
my resolve to arrow a buck before the opening of rifle season the moment for what it was. What they viewed as a negative,
on Saturday. Having hunted from “dark to dark” since the I looked at as an advantage. Their viewpoints were from
opening of the short five-day bow season, I felt confident an those who spend only a few days in the woods prior to the
opportunity would present itself before the heavily pres- opening of early bow season as they scouted the green forest
sured rifle season sent our bucks into predominantly noctur- of late summer. Mine, from the best of my abilities, were
nal patterns. Although the youth rifle season had closed on from the perspective of the pre-rut bucks of the past several
the preceding Sunday, that shorter hunt had less impact on seasons, especially those mature bucks that I had been
deer behavior. It generally pushed deer to historical sanctu- blessed to have pursued for most my adult life. Although our
aries which were proven safe havens. In reality, the earlier interactions had not always produced shot opportunities, I
hunting pressure was part of my reasoning for taking these had noted specific behaviors under specific conditions. My
five days off. The area I was hunting had been utilized by choice of time and location was based on just such observa-
pressured bucks in the past and since it was now early tions. I was confident a buck would once again take advan-
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ran along the lower side. Pushed decaying timber bordered
the upper side, with scattered piles creating openings.
Staying toward the corner where the buck exited would pro-
vide the least intrusive approach route. A large, crooked
hackberry was in a perfect location for my ambush point.
This would be a difficult set up due to the twisted nature of
the tree, but it was where it needed to be. Choose the tree
because of the spot, not the spot because of the tree.
As the cold rain increased, I set the stand and exited the
area. Forecasts predicted a cold front to blow in, and there
would be no wind until sunrise. Knowing downward thermals
would be falling, I realized the buck would walk the lower edge
of the cut, scent checking the thicket edge and the ridgetop. I
was excited about the morning’s prospect, but I knew I would Seeing the moment for what it was, Alan’s past expe-
have to shoot him before he paralleled my location. riences allowed him to choose the right tree to arrow
The following morning my steps crackled through icy this beautiful buck.
leaves. Slowly working my way up the south side of the
ridge, I was relieved to find the pathway I had cleared for the locked”antlers, and then proceeded out the ridge.
last 50 yards to the stand. Finally settling into my stand, the As I approached the downed monarch I stopped and sat
difficulty of fitting my 6-foot, 4-inch frame into the cramped down just to look at him and reflect on the hunt. He was a
space became apparent. Looking up, I spotted two branches beautiful mountain buck. In my opinion mature mountain
paralleling each other as they protruded from the tree. whitetails are the smartest deer I have ever hunted. I was
Climbing up to them, I settled in for the wait. lucky to have been given the opportunity just to see him.
Daylight slowly began to creep through the cedars as Having the foresight to act on the sighting came from years
the sound of squirrels foraging brought life to the still woods. of trial and error. I learned many years ago that these types
As the early dawn light illuminated the blue-green tones of of opportunities are rare, and that to be successful, you must
the cedars, the shadowed areas between and below them take advantage of them. You must see the moment and the
appeared nearly devoid of light. The snap of a branch deer’s behavior for what it is, not what you think it should
brought the realization that the foraging “squirrels” were in be.
reality deer. Peering into the shadows I finally saw the out- Two weeks later, during rifle season, I arrowed a second
line of the white horned buck from the day before, now buck as I hunted the original stand hoping for a roving buck.
accompanied by a second buck. With the heavy hunting pressure of rifle season and the peak
Slowly the bucks worked their way toward the cut. of the rut, I felt a roving buck might scent check the cedar
Attempting to reposition myself, I realized my sweater had thicket during a northerly wind. And he did, “One last time!”
frozen to the tree. Unable to break free for fear of being
heard, I chose to wait until he stepped directly in front of me. Alan lives in eastern Tennessee with his wife Kristy and
The two bucks briefly locked antlers, then turned and son Gabe. His daughter Becky and her husband Wes live
walked along the lower edge of the cut. Drawing as he near them with their son Charlie. Today Alan and Gabe
stepped behind a cedar, I shifted to allow my elbow to clear spend every moment possible in the mountains bowhunting
the hackberry’s trunk. As the buck stepped forward, I and fly fishing. Alan also spends much of his time in support
remember the blue-gray cast of the cedars reflecting off his of the Professional Bowhunters Society and bowhunting.
frost-covered back. Focusing on the top of the shoulder’s
crease, I released, embedding the arrow in the upper center
of the chest.
My arrow’s nock protruded from his chest as the broad- Equipment Notes
head buried in a stump on his opposite side. Taking three
bounds, he stopped, turned on the other buck, and toppled. Alan was hunting with a 56# Morrison Shawnee, Douglas
The second buck immediately approached him, fir shafts, and Snuffer broadheads.
suspected that something was wrong on the flight from in knots. I sprinted for the bathroom amidst shouts from the
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tered this water through a bandanna, boiled it, and treated
it with iodine; yet it still tasted of death). I’m not sure which
source of water was responsible for my illness, but I’ll never
forget the experience. I’ve never had giardia since, and I
have neither filtered nor treated wild water in over a decade.
For those wishing to taste wild water unfiltered, start at
the beginning—a spring. The origins of a creek, tucked deep
in the headwaters of a ravine and hidden amongst a dense
growth of willows or alders, offers the safest source of drink-
ing water. To find a spring, without a map, follow a river
upstream until a tributary creek branches off. If you contin-
ue in this manner, turning off at each successive branch in
the creek, you will eventually find yourself following a trick-
le of a creek that terminates in a seep or spring. It is here
you will find safe drinking water (so long as an animal is not
wallowing, urinating, or defecating in it). However, I current-
ly drink from creeks with wild hog or elk wallows at their
sources without complaint from my stomach. In the begin-
ning, start with a tablespoon of unfiltered, untreated, wild
water per day, and work your way up slowly to consuming
only wild water. Most of us have been conditioned to drink-
ing purified water either from the municipal water district
or out of a plastic bottle bought from a store. Your body has
to get used to wild water, so start slowly.
From a distance, springs can be located by the lush
growth of green vegetation growing in the hydrated soil. In
It is easy to spot a spring in this burned landscape of
open environments, these water sources can be seen across
the West. The bright green foliage of water loving
ravines and miles in the distance. However, in forested
plants easily catches your eye. Notice the fold in
woods you may have to play more of a detective role to locate
the terrain the water follows.
fresh water. If you don’t start from below and follow the
tion until we could find a doctor who spoke English to pre- water upstream, you can also investigate the beginnings of a
scribe me some antibiotics, which began to immediately ease spring from above. Walking a ridgeline, you will notice slight
my symptoms. I recovered in enough time to enjoy the
Mediterranean and some home-cooked paella.
I picked up the microscopic parasite while spending two
months in the deserts and mountains of southeastern Utah.
This was my inaugural immersion in wilderness, and while
hiking and camping across the spectacular sagebrush
canyons and aspen meadows we drank out of any source of
water we could find. And we treated everything we drank by
either boiling it for five minutes or soaking iodine tablets in
our water bottles. We navigated by topographic maps, pick-
ing springs to camp near as they were marked on the map.
Since it was an arid environment, we often had to drink out
of whatever water was available including stock ponds, pud-
dles in old tire ruts, small creeks, and once from a horse
trough with two inches of water squirming with insect lar-
vae, a dead bird, a dead mouse, and a dead woodrat (we fil-
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he lead cow walked by so close I could clearly hear Forest. Idaho is a long way from Nebraska and even longer
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before setting up for the shot but never had the chance
before he busted us. Disappointed but exhilarated, we head-
ed back down to camp.
That afternoon, we decided to split up. Correy headed
back down the canyon to look for more sign while Robert and
I took the high ground, exploring a ridge above us that
would allow us great views of our valley as well as the next
valley to the east. The terrain got very steep as we neared
the top of the ridge, but the view was stunning. It had begun
to sleet on us as we climbed, and thunder and high winds
greeted us as we topped out on the narrow ridge. We glassed
down both canyons for a half hour but could see storm clouds
approaching in the distance and decided it might be best to
move lower.
Just before we headed down, I looked across our valley
Robert and Correy crossing a creek in the elk zone. and just happened to spot two cows in an open area north of
our camp. They weren’t moving and after a few minutes I
side of the ridge while he moved up the other, anxiously looked at Robert and said, “Let’s go get ‘em.” It took nearly
waiting for him to bugle again. After climbing hundreds of two hours to cover the ground to their location but we man-
feet through steep timber, we were nearly out of breath aged to get within 30 yards of them before getting busted.
when he screamed one more time. I nearly came out of my They were well hidden in heavy downed timber by the time
boots! He couldn’t have been more than 30 yards away. A we closed in, and they saw us before we saw them. No mat-
rocky outcrop stood just yards above me. I wanted to reach it ter, on our third day of hunting I had already had two very
close encounters and was grateful for the experience. That
evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about the trail that morn-
ing’s bull had travelled down from the high pass. I wasn’t
sure how often elk used it, but I knew if they did, I’d know
just where to find them. And if the wind was right, I might
just have a shot.
As I took my first drink of water early on the fourth
morning, I could hear slivers of ice rattling in my bottle. It
was well before dawn as I climbed out of my sleeping bag
and grabbed my bow to make the hike across the valley and
up to the top of the tree line on the scree slope near the elk
trail. I scrambled up the loose rock, and after checking the
wind I found a small area to set up an ambush in some
stunted spruce trees just 20 yards or so from the trail. I
thought it unlikely that any elk would travel down from that
steep pass two days in a row. It was, however, a magnificent
place to watch the world wake up. As I sat, I thought of my
family and prayed I’d be lucky enough to bring my kids back
there one day.
I’m not sure if it was movement in my peripheral vision
or the sounds of stones bouncing down the rocky slope, but I
looked up and saw a cow elk headed my way from the pass.
I began to get into shooting position, thrilled at the opportu-
The author with his Idaho bull elk.
nity to shoot a cow. Then I noticed more elk, then more, and
finally 13 in all with a large bull in the back. I could barely
believe what I was seeing. The lead cow made her way to my
elevation and stopped, looking hard below and testing the
wind. My wind indicator confirmed I still had the breeze
with me for the moment. Once she was satisfied, the lead
cow continued, and the rest of the herd followed suit. The
bull paused, adjacent to me on the steep slope. Trying to
focus and ignore the cold, I found my anchor only to watch a
second later as my arrow hit the rocks directly under the
bull. He jumped, and a few moments later all the elk ran
down the mountain. I wasn’t quite sure what had happed,
but I did know one thing: I had blown it. It occurred to me I
was not used to seeing elk up so close and that I must have
misjudged his distance from me. At home, the whitetail I’m
used to hunting are on average 150-200 pounds, and this elk
was easily four times that size. The poor shot was hard to
swallow but it confirmed what I already knew. This trip was
going to be challenging with plenty of lessons to learn.
I sat back down to gather my thoughts and consider
what my next move might be when I heard another sound
and looked back up to the pass. To my astonishment, another
cow elk was heading down the trail. I quickly grabbed anoth-
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The author, Correy, and Robert with Rick’s elk ready
to pack out of the Idaho backcountry. The author packing out his elk rack.
er arrow from my quiver and made myself as small as possi- In three hours, we removed nearly 250 pounds of meat,
ble. As she approached, I saw another cow and calf behind including the heart, liver, back sinew, and skull and moved
her and another large bull. Somehow, I knew that this would everything back to camp. We hung what we couldn’t carry
be my time. I told myself to simply focus on my shot and after packing up our camp we headed down the moun-
sequence. This was everything I had worked for all summer. tain. My pack was nearly 90 pounds for the 4.5-mile journey
The bull made his way just upwind of me and stopped at 20 down over 2,000 feet of elevation through steep slopes and
yards. I came to anchor, repeating inside my head, “back ten- fallen timber. The trip was painful. We fell many times, but
sion.” He caught my movement in his periphery, and as he we also laughed, and I relished every second of it. Somehow,
turned his head our eyes met for a moment. I refocused on a Correy shot a dusky grouse on the way down with his own
tuft of hair behind his shoulder and the arrow slipped away. handmade bow and a 75-pound pack on, a testament to his
As I watched it hit the mark, he spun and disappeared into own skill as a hunter. We finished the hike in the dark and
a shallow ravine. I saw the arrow break. Soon he came up the next morning made our second trip to harvest the last
the other side of the ravine, crashing through the timber. I four game bags of meat. Correy shot a second grouse, and we
made a mental note of a large dead spruce at the last place had a bluebird day in which to take in the experience.
I saw him. Idaho had been good to us. We had come prepared for
I felt good about the shot, but I gave him half an hour, nearly two weeks, and had the good fortune to harvest a 6x6
which seemed like the appropriate and respectful thing to bull on the fourth day. Adventure can take many forms, but
do. Soon after, I picked up the trail and found both of my increasingly I find that few are as rich as those that begin
arrows. The trail was easy to follow, and when I found him, with a bow and lead to a blank spot on a topo map. Our pub-
I realized he had likely expired as soon as he hit the ground. lic lands allow for this type of adventure. We just have to be
My arrow had passed into both of his lungs. I knelt beside willing to put in the work, and learn the lessons that the
him and quietly thanked him for the gift of his flesh to feed wild places can teach us.
my family. At that point I could no longer contain myself
after all the work we had put into the trip and let out a Rick Spicer lives in Fayetteville, Arkansas with his wife
scream of my own. The guys knew what that meant as soon and two children. He is part owner of a specialty outdoor
as they heard it. They had been watching the whole scene equipment store where he also teaches wilderness living
through binoculars back at camp and were anxious to see skills. He is a board member of Arkansas Backcountry
what had happened. When they arrived, I hastily told them Hunters and Anglers and an avid photographer.
the story, and we took in the moment. Then the real work
began.
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Texas Scrub Brush Javelina
By T.J. Conrads
was getting sleepy as my truck huge part of why I love this trip each live oak, and several species of grass
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would suffice for a blind.
As the afternoon slowly eased into
the western sky, several dozen scaled
quail suddenly emerged from the brush
and warily eyed the seeping water.
After several minutes, they came in and
drank, pecked at the soil, then ran off
the same way they came in. No sooner
had they left when a single javelina
appeared on the hill in front of me, root-
ing around and munching on a prickly
pear cactus. Surely it was coming into
the water, I thought, but within a few
minutes it turned up the hill and
worked away from me. I had no other
option than to grab my bow and try and
put a stalk on it. The result of a short stalk and well-placed arrow by the author.
The wind was mild and the ground
noisy to walk on, but I had closed the The shot was angling away, and the It had died on its feet.
distance to around 15 yards. The javeli- hit looked good. With a grunt, the javeli- I walked up and removed my arrow,
na was in the middle of a patch of green na darted up the hill, growling and pop- which had taken it quartering away
sotol—a low growing species of plant ping its jaw before it stopped, turned and was buried up to the fletching. The
resembling yucca or agave—eating the back toward me, and appeared to lie familiar skunk-like smell from the
leaves and stomping around in it. Since down. It was getting dark, and legal gland on its back wafted over me as I
it was fairly open between me and the shooting light would end in a half hour, admired the critter. Then out of the blue
animal, I nocked an arrow and waited. so after five minutes with no movement I heard a snort and low growl. Looking
It didn’t take long before the javelina from the javelina, I nocked another up, not ten feet away, was another
walked out of the patch, turned its arrow and slowly made my way up to javelina staring me down. Texas has a
head, and started licking its side. where it lay. Coming up behind it, I two javelina limit per hunter per year,
tossed a rock that hit its back…nothing. so I picked up my bow, and nocked an
Our PBS gang, dubbed the Marfa Marauders by Melvin Gregoire, get
together every year for our Texas bowhunt, and every other year bowfish-
ing in Louisiana. Front row left to right: Kevin Bahr, T.J. Conrads, Bruce
Jedry, Bill Terry, Ronnie Bauer, and Russell Lantier. Back row: Emile
LeBlanc, Steve Young, Bo Slaughter, Mark Wang, and Melvin Gregoire.
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blessed to hunt here and wondering
how long I can enjoy this place. The
friendships and camaraderie we share,
great meals, the beauty of the land and
wildlife, and of the successes we have
etched into my memories. This was
another hunt full of new and cherished
memories, of which in the end is all we
ever have. The experiences in life are
what make the journey so important,
and I yearned for many, many more as I
slowly walked down the scree-covered
hill to the fallen javelina.
but I had to at least give it a go. mal, taking the scene, and the stalk, in
As I reached the top of the hill, I saw reverent and thankful thoughts. T.J. used a 56# Black Widow longbow,
the javelina grooming itself not ten I sat there for a long time, reminisc- homemade tapered cedar arrows, and
yards away. When it turned broadside, I ing about all the years I have been Cliff Zwickey broadheads.
W
ooden arrows provide many advantages to the
archers who choose to use them. Wood is the low-
est cost, most environmentally friendly material
Side view of the jig with the wedge resting in
from which to make an arrow. The cost can be made even
the back.
lower with every step of the construction process that
archers take upon themselves to do. In fact, wooden arrows
give the archer turned fletcher the widest opportunity for
exploring the hobby. He can dabble with adding a crest to the
arrow or go to the store and buy a board suitable for the
manufacture of arrow shafts. If he goes so far as to make his
own arrows from a board of pine, fir, or poplar, he will soon
find they can be made for less than 50 cents each.
Wooden arrows are steeped in the history of archery and
bowhunting. All of the fancy and famous shooting of old was
done with wooden arrows. From the long-gone days of Robin
Hood to the not so long-gone days of Howard Hill, wooden
arrows were the only choice.
A broken arrow (left), and a new footing ready to be
As for accuracy, I guess that can be debated. Many
glued in place.
archers have made many amazing shots with wooden
arrows. Have you seen the movie short Meet the Champs ment some manner of splice (or footing) to repair the arrow.
that shows Ken Wilhelm shooting a cuff link off his brother’s While I like working on arrows, I don’t want to spend any
head with a wooden arrow? more time or money than I have to fixing them. I think oth-
About the only fault I can find with wooden arrows is ers might also feel this way. That’s why most broken arrows
that they will, from time to time, snap after a hard impact. I get shot up into the sky for one last glorious flight.
must admit that they do break more often than carbon Now we arrive at the point of this article, which is to
arrows. If wooden arrows have an Achilles’ heel, breaking describe an easily made low-cost jig that can be used to
would be it. splice a broken arrow shaft to a new section and thus restore
While there are solutions to the problem of broken it to use. I hope that after you study the simple jig offered in
arrows, most involve expensive jigs and lots of time to imple- this article, you will stick those broken arrows back into
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your quiver so that you can bring them
home to fix.
Over the years I have tinkered with
several jigs designed to repair an arrow,
trying to reduce the time and effort it
takes to restore that shaft to a useful
condition. None of those jigs produced a
repaired arrow reliably. While it might
appear that each failure was its own
waste of time, I have found the iterative
process of discovery and invention to be
highly reliable (in the end) at producing
good results. I iterated a bunch to come
to this handy jig, and because of all my
previous failures, I knew I was onto
something good when I tested it.
Aside from offering a quick and
sturdy way to repair your arrows, this
jig offers several other advantages to
Above—Splicing jig parts.
the owner of broken arrows.
Below—The splicing jig.
First, the jig is easy to make. The
only tools required for its fabrication
are a saw and a hammer. That said, a
table saw and a drill would reduce the
effort even further.
Secondly, the jig can be cheaply
made from some scrap 2 x 4 lumber. In
fact, that’s what I made mine from. But
I did have a table saw to rip the
required thin strips. If you don’t have a
table saw, then some thin strips can be
purchased from the local lumber store.
Third, the splice that the jig helps
create is durable. I have been shooting a
half-dozen spliced arrows (daily) all
summer and have not had any failures.
These arrows serve as target arrows
and roving blunts. I used Titebond III
glue to bond the splice together.
Finally, and most importantly, the many 2-dart splices and found that get- arrows that never really spun true. By
splice it creates is self-aligning. Those ting good alignment (so that when the contrast, the simply constructed 1-dart
that make spliced arrows (otherwise arrow is finished it will be round and splice is trued up while gluing it togeth-
known as footed arrows) differentiate spin true) with multi-dart splicing can er. I have found that if it feels right, it is
between the two most popular methods be challenging. right. As of the writing of this article, I
of splicing arrows by describing them as Only after going through the entire have made about two-dozen 1-dart
“2-dart” and “4-dart” splices. The splice repair process can you know if your splices and have yet to make a spliced
that this jig produces is a 1-dart splice. arrow will spin true. I spent a lot of arrow that didn’t spin true.
I have made a few 4-dart splices and time making 2- and 4-dart footed The 1-dart splice is different from
The broken arrow and footing are glued together and stock has been tapered down in the jig.
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Evolution of the Shrew
By Raymond Lyon
ongtime TBM readers may recall a story I penned anniversary during the 2020 annual fall hunt. Our core
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Members’s bows ready to ship out.
An Autumn Gold model Super Shrew.
ited number of bows for him, but the demand for Super
Shrew bows was always greater than the supply. of bows to meet the demand from customers. Henry’s
During this transition of bowyers and growing the Super bowyers quickly put together forms to produce the full Super
Shrew line of bows, Tim’s Kustom King Traditional Archery Shrew line with a few changes approved by Ron, and for the
business had grown and expanded as well. Tim met Henry first time in many years, customers could get Super Shrew
Bodnik at a show in 2010, when Tim was already selling bows in all models and lengths, either from the stock bow
some Bearpaw archery products in his catalogue. Tim and lineup or within a few months of a custom order.
Henry became friends over the next few years. Henry extend- The lineup currently includes the most popular model,
ed his stays at Tim’s home when he traveled from Germany the Classic Hunter II longbow, in 52-, 54- and 56-inch
for shows in the United States, and Tim traveled to Germany lengths. This model has a compact forward handle riser and
to stay with Henry and see his company’s operations. Tim highly reflexed limbs that allow for comfortable shooting in
had been selling Henry’s Bodnik bow line in his catalogue for a compact bow design by archers with longer draw lengths.
several years, and as Ron continued to talk about his strug- The Super Shrew Little Favorite recurve is offered in 54-
gles getting bows produced, Tim began to formulate a plan to and 56-inch lengths. This bow was developed as a prototype
have Ron and Henry get to know each other.
Tim asked Ron if Henry could come to the 2018
Shrewhaven Camp. Tim provided Henry with a few of his
personal Super Shrew bows to work with studying and play-
ing with prototypes, and Henry brought samples to that first
camp. Ron and Henry meshed well and agreed to have
Henry produce a finished product for Ron to critique based
on the initial prototypes. Henry’s bowyers were quick to
duplicate the Super Shrew to Ron’s discerning standards,
and within a few months Ron was finally able to get a supply
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To Skin a Cat
Broadheads
Broadheads: A Matter of Personal Several decades ago, the top selling the aluminum ferrule. On examining
Preference broadheads had replaceable razor the arrow a dozen yards farther away,
blades: Rocky Mountain Razors, Savora, there was only a lick of blood on the tip
A
s with most other topics dis- Wasp, Satellite…the list was endless. I of the ferrule, and that was all. Did I hit
cussed among bowhunters, ask remember all too well the terrible day I a rib? Most likely, but a high-quality,
what is the best broadhead, was hunting with aluminum shafting cut-on-contact broadhead may have
and why, and you will get as many with a 3-blade Satellite head on the kept me from spending two days in
answers as the number of those who business end. I had called in a 5x5 bull vain, trying to find that bull. In fact, I
you ask. Just as there is no singular elk and placed an arrow into his chest, never found another drop of blood.
“best” broadhead for everyone—and broadside. He bolted, and as he turned That experience changed my mind,
every situation. There are, though, away from me, I saw my arrow wob- and I never looked at another replace-
many outstanding broadheads on the bling, up and down and around in a cir- able blade broadhead again.
market. And the few broadheads I pre- cle, and then it flipped out. My preference is a 2-blade, double
fer for my own personal bowhunting Believing I made what appeared to bevel, cut-on-contact broadhead. Many
most likely will not even be close to be a good shot, I went to the spot of the years ago that was the old Bear
yours. So be it; that is why archery— hit to look for blood but found only three Razorhead, which were discontinued in
and bowhunting in particular—is such broken blades where the bull stood; favor of the screw-in, stainless steel
a personal endeavor. they failed to penetrate and broke off at Bear Razorheads, which are discontin-
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erals. By the advent of the Bronze Age, physics. The greater the sum of the refute any of their conclusions.
metal replaced these materials for pur- head’s length and surface area, the However, by the time they emerged I’d
poses of hunting and warfare in many greater the drag. All other factors being had personal experience with so many
societies, eventually advancing to the equal, this leads to lesser penetration, encounters between big game and
level of lethality that changed the course and you can’t cut what you don’t pene- broadheads (my own and my hunting
of history at Crecy and Agincourt. trate. I’ve never figured out a way to get partners’) that I had a clear idea of
As bowhunting began its modern most bleeder blades sharp, further com- what worked for me. The Ashby studies
revival in late-19th century North pounding that problem. largely taught me what I already knew,
America, our predecessors toyed with a I have translated this principle into but despite my regard for the evidence I
number of designs, most of which con- many specific choices over the years. I saw no personal need to delve into sin-
sisted of variations on the two-blade initially did most of my big game hunt- gle bevels or extreme FOC.
head design used in medieval warfare. ing with 2-blade Zwickey Deltas and A traditional bowhunter who picks
Many looked clumsy compared to the loved their performance. I then shot any 125- to 160-gr. head from the above
heads on the market today, but they Magnus heads for some years with sim- list will do just fine. While I’ll keep my
were heavy, took a good edge with work, ilar results. When a friend who was giv- mind open about single-bevels and the
and killed things. Then came the age of ing up bowhunting gave me a big boxful like, it’s hard to teach an old dog new
radical experimentation, which I think of of vintage Bear Razorheads, I went tricks.
as bowhunting’s first descent into “it retro on smaller game like turkeys and Don Thomas
looked good on paper” technology. antelope. I found these old classics
Fortunately, most of those mid-1900s exceptionally easy to sharpen and they Broadheads: A Cut Above
experiments in spirals, barbs, and other performed well in this setting. Gearing
ridiculous (and ineffective) prototypes up for Asiatic buffalo, I decided that I “We ran scientific tests on all four
wound up in collections rather than liked the sturdy Eclipse look and want- edged broadheads [and] fired over a
wounded deer, only to be replaced by var- ed to move up a bit in broadhead million [shots to prove ours] was perfect
ious hot-looking but flimsy expandable weight. I found them a bit harder to on all tests…with maximum speed,
and replaceable blade models as T.J. sharpen, but my 160-gr. Eclipse heads maximum penetration, maximum dura-
described and dismissed earlier. shot through two buffalo and emerged bility [and] knock down shock power.
Most readers of this magazine have in shape good enough to hunt with The Ram MX makes a hole through
already seen through that hype and again. Look in my quiver today and bone and flesh over twice the size of a
graduated right back to where we start- you’ll likely find a mixture of these
ed—sturdy, cut-on-contact broad- heads, with a renewed preponderance of
heads—so I won’t revisit that argument 2-blade Zwickeys.
(other than to encourage concerned No discussion of this topic would be
bowhunters to keep lobbying their state complete without discussing the afore-
Game Departments to ban the use of mentioned Ashby studies. As a scientist
such ineffective broadheads). There are I welcome them and have no reason to
still a few questions to address, and I’ll
begin simply by emphasizing T.J.’s point
that these choices are largely a matter
of personal preference given this com-
mon starting point.
Two-blade, three, or more? How
about “bleeder blades?” I am a firm
believer in 2-blade heads, and objective
evidence—a rare commodity in these
discussions—supports this view. (See
any good review of the Ashby data for
details.) I see this as a matter of simple
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many now replaceable. Lancaster
Archery’s catalog lists over 90 broad-
heads, not including “mechanicals.”
Length and width and number of blades
no longer suffice to distinguish them.
Hunters beg details. A review of the
Musacchia NBS100 lists specifics on
blade steel (420 stainless), ferrule (7075
T6, turned from bar stock), blade attack
angle (31.5 degrees), even Rockwell
hardness of tip (42C) and blades (51C).
But that sophistication has bumped
Tried and true, these vintage Fred Bear Razorheads have been a favorite broadhead cost. The NBS100 is
of thousands of bowhunters over many decades. Unfortunately, Bear declared “a deal” at $135.84 a dozen.
stopped production a long time ago. This is a dozen heads in the original As I prefer clean bow limbs to those
Bear packaging from T.J. Conrads’ traditional broadhead collection. with axles and cables, so my picks in
broadheads have little to do with recent
innovation. Those with a storied past
popping up like dandelions. Some I shot on tough game. “For the last half-dozen are more fun to have on the string and
were lighter than my 125-grain seasons I’ve hunted with the single- in the quiver when the animals are win-
Zwickeys, their blades more fragile. bevel, two-blade Tuffhead,” he told me. ning – and, in my view, no less effective
They seemed to me better suited to deer Its ceramic-coated 420 stainless steel when they aren’t. Heads by Bear and
than elk. blades are hardened to 52C Rockwell. A Hill, and those used by other bowhunt-
A Howard Hill longbow set me on heavy-duty double-bevel tip cuts four ing pioneers, add something of value to
another path. Crafted by John Schulz of ways. Tuffheads are heavy and costly a kill, and to a day without one. If utili-
laminated bamboo, backed and faced but built to excel in bone that would ty were top priority, all our tackle might
with fiberglass, it was faithful to Hill’s turn or stop other heads. take different form.
design. My broadheads, I decided, The views of hunters like Dunn and Wayne van Zwoll
should be, too. “The first requirement,” Ed Ashby, who have arrowed many ani-
Hill declared, “is that the head must fly mals and used a variety of broadheads,
straight. Second, it must penetrate suf- influence me, but so does history.
ficiently that it will go through any ani- Knapped stone downed tough game
mal in America. Third, it should cut centuries before we had ceramic-coated
bone without bending or dulling.” To screw-in heads with single bevels. A
“carry” it should be lightweight: “a max- keen edge in the vitals kills.
imum of 150 grains.” He favored a two- Sharp edges come in many forms,
blade head three times as long as wide,
with slightly concave cutting edges.
Such a profile, he wrote, resists wind-
planing and drives deeper than other
popular designs.
The Hill broadheads on my cedar
shafts would kill better if I shot them
into something alive. That remains one
of many good intentions upstaged by
more pedestrian imperatives.
Accomplished bowhunter Dennis
Dunn uses broadheads of similar shape
O
n the topic of meat processing, there are several
post-hunt options. Some hunters love the chase,
but not the meat, and will gladly donate their ani-
mal to a local food bank. Others enjoy eating wild game but
prefer their butcher does the cutting and wrapping. And
finally, there are the hunters who find satisfaction in person-
ally breaking down their animal into roasts, burger, filets,
and sausage. Yet many home butchers overlook the offal
when field dressing an animal. As a result, a lot of potential-
ly good eating gets discarded.
Offal is considered the waste or by-products of an ani-
mal when we field dress and process it for consumption. It is
the trimmings of the belly, head, tail, and hide. It is the vis-
cera of the animal, the heart, lungs, stomach, intestines,
liver, kidneys, and caul fat. It is the brain, sweet breads, and
testicles. It is the parts that some cultures would never use
because it is taboo. It is the parts of the animals that other
cultures learned how to use in fascinating ways such as
brain-tanned hides and sausage casings from the intestines.
All kinds of unique things can come from the use of the offal, field dress your animal, take notice of the caul fat. You may
and some very tasty things as well. never have actually noticed it all these years. And if you
Hunters that include offal in their resumé of good food enjoy making trophy meals out of your animal, take the caul
often consider the heart as one of the most desirable parts to fat and place it in a little plastic bag or in an empty cup from
bring home. Those of us who love the heart understand. If you your truck and wash it gently when you get home. Then roll
haven’t tried some battered and fried heart, you really should. it up and freeze it. You can take it out and peel off a layer
The liver is another part that some hunters enjoy. For and then save the rest for later. The “ah-ha” factor of caul fat
years I turned my nose up to it, because apparently I had is large!
never properly prepared liver. However, I finally decided to Do we want to talk about the testicles? Or should we
give liver a renewed effort and made it in a way that sound- just leave that alone? Gotta do it. Rocky Mountain oysters
ed appetizing to me. I was not disappointed. The liver will are Rocky Mountain oysters, no matter what they come
never be left in the field again. from. Take home a pair, clean them up, slice thin, batter
The caul fat is one of my favorite offal offerings. The caul thick, and make a really good “oyster” sandwich. Let your
fat is the greater omentum of all mammals. It is a lacy fat conscience or curiosity be your guide.
that wraps around the guts of an animal keeping it in place When it comes to birds, the neck, gizzard, liver, and
and separating the internal organs from the inside body cav- heart are all delicious. The hunters that just breast their
ity. It is called the lace fat, or crépine, and since it doesn’t birds and leave the legs, carcass, and offal behind are miss-
render well it can be used to encase sausages, roulades, meat ing out. There are so many wonderful things you can do with
loaves, and other specialty meat offerings. The next time you what is typically considered waste.
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So, give offal a try. Have a hide tanned for decoration or When the onions have softened and turned a light
a rug, or try brain tanning it yourself. Make some heart bites brown, add the flour, and stir until well combined and con-
or heart fajitas Make an “oyster” sandwich. Wrap a ham- tinue to cook for two additional minutes.
burger in caul fat before you fry it, or wrap your meatloaf in Add the beer, beef broth, Dijon and Worcestershire. Stir
it. It really makes a nice presentation. And if you like liver until well mixed and the gravy starts to thicken. Continue to
and onions, the following recipe is a winner. Even if you don’t heat on medium until the gravy has thickened. If it is too
think you like liver, you might like this! thick, add a bit of water. Salt and pepper to taste.
Fried Liver and Onion Gravy Margie Nelson was born and raised in Livingston,
Montana, a place that lends itself to growing up with a rich
• 1-2 pounds venison liver, sliced very thin and divergent education in hunting and fishing. Her many
• 2 cups buttermilk careers have included lifeguarding and marine biology in
• 2 tsp. corn starch Hawaii, climbing the corporate ladder with Pepsi in Seattle,
• Salt and pepper bartending at local and back country watering holes in
• 2 tbsp. cooking oil Montana, and cooking for an outfitter in Alaska. Margie now
• 1 tbsp. butter teaches wild game processing and wild game cooking
through her business Wyld Gourmet (Wyldgourmet.com).
If the liver is fresh, place it in the freezer for one hour
before slicing. This just makes it easier to make nice, clean,
thin slices ¼ to ½ inch in thickness.
Place all the liver in a Ziploc bag with the two cups of
buttermilk. This improves the texture and removes any
smell of urine, if there is any.
Remove from the bag in two hours, or overnight, and pat
dry. Sprinkle the corn starch lightly over each side of the liver
slices. The corn starch will help create a nice, crusty
caramelization to the sliced liver. Season with salt and pepper.
Fry in cooking oil and a couple pats of butter until crispy
and done. You will know it is done when the liquids from the
inside of the liver slice quit rising to the top. Serve with
Onion Gravy.
Onion Gravy
was the beneficiary of a wonderful childhood. In addi- tributed immensely to my own development as a bowhunter.
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us could hunt with today. Now she has provided us with
something the other three haven’t: grandchildren.
Well, technically unofficial step-grandchildren. Nicole is
now involved in a stable long-term relationship with a fine
young man originally from South Dakota. Like many people
of his age who now live in Bozeman, one of Montana’s college
towns, he is an outdoor enthusiast but not a hunter, although
he certainly has no problem with hunting. He also has two
great kids, boys now aged seven and nine, both of whom are
fascinated with wildlife and the outdoors. As soon as I met
them, I wondered how I was going to get bows in their hands
without disrupting some complex family dynamics.
Threading on a No-Glov finger guard. Kids I shouldn’t have been so busy trying to out-think myself.
inevitably will lose tabs and gloves. When they arrived for their initial visit to our rural home,
the first thing the boys noticed was the 3-D bear target in
doors in general and bowhunting in particular. All you can the front yard. “What’s that?” asked Owen, the older of the
do is offer encouragement and opportunity. Some will pick two.
up that ball and run with it. Others would rather join the “It’s a black bear,” I replied.
soccer team or play the guitar. There’s nothing wrong with “But it’s not a real bear,” Leo observed.
kids who make different choices, and there’s nothing wrong “You’re right,” I admitted. “But it’s a real archery tar-
with you if they don’t become fanatic bowhunters. It’s impor- get.”
tant to bear that in mind at all times. As Robert Ruark once “You mean you shoot arrows at it?” Owen asked. “Can
wrote, “The sound of the hunter’s horn comes sooner for we shoot arrows at it?”
some…and later for others.” “As long as it’s okay with your dad, that would be just
When Lori and I got married 25 years ago, we each fine.”
brought a son and daughter to the household. Initially, the Encouraged as I was by the direction the conversation
thought of having four teenagers under one roof at the same had taken, I slowly realized that I had a problem. Over the
time terrified me, but the kids all got along great and remain years I had acquired countless youth bows, for my own kids
best friends to this day. My son Nick was already off to a and others’. The problem was that I always assumed that
good start and had killed several big game animals with his the purpose of those little bows was to get kids shooting.
bow by the time he headed off to college. Daughter Gen loved Whenever I ran into an enthusiastic young archer, I let the
to fly-fish and go with me when I went hunting although she bow walk away with him (or her) and made no attempt to
never shot much herself. Interestingly, she is now of the gen- keep track of it after that. A frantic search of my garage pro-
eration that sees hunting as a means to great food. She cooks
game enthusiastically and came out last fall with the
express purpose of killing a deer and butchering it herself.
Since she lacked confidence in her archery, she hunted with
her grandmother’s deer rifle, but we couldn’t get her in front
of a whitetail. Now she’s practicing hard with one of my old
recurves and is determined to take a deer with it this fall.
Lori’s son Scott, like my younger brother, just didn’t
have the gene. His father tried hard (we remain friends with
Lori’s ex and hunt together frequently), but it just wasn’t
happening. Her daughter, Nicole, is an all-around athlete
who loves the outdoors, especially fly-fishing. When she was
in high school, she decided she wanted to bowhunt, but she
insisted upon making her own bow first. With Dick
Robertson mentoring her, she produced a recurve either of
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courses! There’s something about animal targets that paper
bull’s-eyes just can’t provide. Invite the kids to the range and
make an adventure out of it. Even if they’re ambivalent
about archery, they should have a great time.
Draw weight. This factor poses a dilemma for which I
have no perfect solution. In general, starting with too much
bow is a real pitfall for novices that leads to lots of problems
with form. But if you give a six-year-old a bow that’s just
right for him, he will have outgrown it in a few months due
to growth and muscle development. Since form isn’t crucial
at this stage, I don’t mind making kids work a bit at first. If
I’d kept all those kids bows I would have been able to offer
more options, but a lot of kids would have done a lot less
shooting.
By the time the kids headed back down the drive toward
Bozeman, I knew what I had to do. I began with a call to my
friend and master bowyer, Dick Robertson. Although Dick
Owen, Leo, and Preston after a busy afternoon of had made Nick his first bow, he admitted that he hadn’t
archery on Don and Lori’s lawn. made a youth bow in years and didn’t even know if he still
had the forms. But Dick is a resourceful guy, and when he
vince them that this is serious business even when they’re and his wife, Vikki, stopped by for dinner two weeks later, he
having fun. brought along bows with the names of the kids’ totem ani-
Make sure they get to hit something. We may mals inscribed: Jaguar (#21 at 24”) for Owen and Arctic Fox
understand the importance of form and accuracy, but that (#20 at 24”) for Leo. Their jubilation reminded me of
can come later. Kids want reinforcement, and an arrow in a Christmas mornings when I was a kid.
target will provide all they need at first. They really love 3- From that point on, all I had to do was stand back and
D targets. Inflated balloons pinned to a backstop of some get out of the way.
kind make an even more exciting alternative. Start out close,
at “can’t miss” range. It’s really helpful if the target is soft Don Thomas, his bowhunting wife Lori, and their bird
enough to make an arrow stick so they can see what they’ve dogs make their home in central Montana. After years spent
accomplished (and show if off to everyone else). trying to escape high plains winters in places like Arizona,
Avoid competition. If two kids are shooting competi- they now snowbird to a quiet corner of Hawaii. Don’s books
tively at the same target, every winner creates a loser. No on a variety of outdoor topics are available from donthomas-
one should “lose” when they are learning to shoot a bow. books.com and most on-line book outlets.
Keep the equipment simple. Kids are going to lose
every little item they can possibly lose. One solution is to
keep track of everything yourself, but kids want to have
“their” stuff (even if you paid for it). Gloves and tabs disap-
pear regularly and are hard for kids to figure out at first.
The little rubber finger protectors that slide on the string
(No-Glov, String Fingers, and others) solve both of these
problems. You may have progressed to the point of not need-
ing an arm guard, but kids should use one. A good “whack”
on an unprotected bow arm can discourage further shooting.
Find one that fits and make sure the beginner wears it.
Offer opportunity, encourage participation. Some
kids just aren’t going to be self-starters. The worst thing you
can do in this situation is try too hard. Kids love 3-D target
don’t believe many hunters coming to Alaska or Canada hunt. One hunter and his pilot died either on impact or in
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meat, he had to relay passengers and gear to a larger lake
where we could all board for a safe takeoff. All that ferrying
gear cost extra flight time and money, but there was no argu-
ment from us.
I remember reading once in a TBM article an author
was endorsing a pilot by saying, “He will fly in any weather.”
Believe me, that attitude is nothing to admire in a pilot.
While one would hope their pilot was highly experienced and
able to evaluate weather conditions, you just don’t want
someone on a do-or-die mission. During the fall hunt season
in Alaska, weather conditions may prohibit safe flight for
days on end. Pilots are booked daily, taking out one group
Most landing spots are nothing more than small
and bringing in another. One down day puts them way
clearings in the forests.
behind and adds pressure. They make the bulk of their
were overweight, some much more so than others. One fel- annual salary in a short month and a half and feel pressure
low was so overweight his pilot insisted he stow some items from that, too. Don’t add to that pressure. If they say the
to retrieve upon his return. The guy was angry and com- weather is bad, believe me, it is.
plained bitterly. On several occasions, I have seen hunters get stuck
Weight is a huge factor in takeoff from small remote afield and make ridiculous efforts for a flight out. This “I
gravel bars and benches. I was camped on the Moose John have to be back to work on Monday” attitude can endanger
River once at the same time as a young doctor who did not your life as well as the lives of others. Most small aircraft
comprehend this. He was on a schedule and was desperate to commercial pilots agree the most distressing part of their job
get out. After several communications on the satellite phone, is pressure to fly in unsafe weather. There are numerous
the pilot found a brief weather window and dashed in to pick crashes in Alaska each year resulting from adverse weather
up the two hunters. The landing strip is a short, one direc- conditions. You are on Mother Nature’s clock, not your
tion, strip demanding a high pilot skill level. Safe takeoffs office’s or school’s. Plan for several days extra or anticipate
require a head wind, conditions were extremely marginal, having to change your flight home.
and the pilot was anxious to get airborne with a passenger Sterling said he learned long ago that you may only
load first, and then return for their gear once conditions have seconds to exit a crash and will only have available
improved. He was attempting to convey this necessity to the what you carry on your person. What survival gear is in a
passengers, when one staggered up burdened with a heavy pack somewhere in the back won’t help you. Carry the basics
load including a gun, axe, and backpack. The pilot simply on you such fire starter, knife, extra clothes, and personal
turned, ran for his plane, and left them camped on the bench locator device if available, and try to have extra gear in your
for several additional days. An extremely dependable pilot, small pack close by you.
I’m sure he would have gotten them out safely and returned
for their gear when conditions permitted. I thought they
were unduly disgruntled considering he possibly saved their
lives. We certainly wouldn’t have flown. So, lesson here: pack
light, weight matters. Listen to the pilot!
I’ve learned an awful lot about flying into hunt camp
since my first flight and now recognize how many consider-
ations factor into a safe flight. As I have repeatedly stressed,
weight greatly affects distance required for takeoff. On my
first trip, we flew farther than planned before seeing cari-
bou. Sterling spotted a beautiful little lake near a small
mountain and asked the pilot if he could safely land there.
He said he could and had no problem putting the plane down
on floats, but upon return, with the added weight of caribou
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Traditional Archives
Howard Hill—The World’s Greatest Archer
By T.J. Conrads
Howard Hill
Hunting the Hard Way, 1953
at game. In 1925, he killed his first deer and moose while an old Ford Model A transformed into a sort of dune buggy,
hunting in Canada, as well as showing some of his remark- are recorded in Craig Ekin’s book, Howard Hill, The Man
able shooting expertise. and the Legend. There was also a short film produced that I
Howard and his hunting partner, Fred Woodley, were saw several years back showing the Whoopie as well as some
unsuccessfully trying to convince their guide that their bows phenomenal trick shooting by the Wilhelm brothers, but that
were capable of dispatching a moose when two mallards film now exists in a private library. It would be good to see it
landed on a pond approximately 160 yards away. The guide, released to the public.
seeing a chance to make his point, asked the two hunters if In 1933, Howard teamed up with Ned Frost, the famed
they were so good, then why didn’t they just shoot those naturalist and bear hunter, to shoot the film The Last
birds? They looked at the ducks, and then at each other, Wilderness. It was during this filming that Howard received
nocked arrows and shot. Howard hit one of the mallards and a permit to shoot a wild buffalo from a horse, while riding
a second or two later Fred’s arrow hit the other! The guide bareback, with his bow. The only condition to issuing the per-
turned to them and said, “I’ll hunt any darn thing with you mit was that the Wyoming Fish and Game demanded he be
guys and them bows!” backed up with a rifleman to kill the animal after it had
In 1926 Howard started making his own bows out of been shot with an arrow. The department didn’t believe that
lemonwood, then snakewood and yew. In 1932, the Hills a mature buffalo could be brought down with a simple
moved to Barstow, California, where Howard met and weapon such as the bow and arrow. (Evidently, they didn’t
became friends with Ed Hill and the well-known trick shoot- know much about the history of the Indians in their own
ers Walt and Ken Wilhelm. Their escapades in The Whoopie, state.)
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Hill hired two local cowboys as his gun backups. They
chided him, saying that there was no way he could ever hope
to kill such an animal with such a silly weapon. But Howard
knew better. After locating a herd of buffalo, Howard took off
after them on his pony, cutting out the bull he wanted to
shoot from the herd. As the pony ran along beside the bull,
Howard sent a shaft deep into the animal’s side. The buffalo
stumbled and crashed to ground. When the cowboys came
riding up, they were astonished at how quickly the buffalo
had succumbed to the arrow, and said it was the fastest and
cleanest kill they had ever seen.
During the next four years, Howard would discover that
bamboo was a much better material for his bows than yew.
Its elasticity was far superior to other bow woods, and its
cast was much farther. Over time he eventually settled on
what he considered to be the best bamboo for longbows:
Chinese tonkin bamboo.
Howard’s favorite bows were “Grandma,” which drew 65
pounds, and “Grandpa,” at 85 pounds. Grandpa was Howard’s
favorite hunting bow for big game, as well as the bow he used
for his exhibitions. Grandma was used for hunting smaller
game like rabbits and quail, and on occasion during his
demonstrations. When asked why he chose the longbow over given the job to place arrows accurately not only in targets,
the recurve, he simply stated, “I use the straight-end split but into the stunt men. To stop the arrows, each stunt man
bamboo longbow for the simple reason that it requires a less had under his armor a 1/16-inch steel plate sandwiched
exacting hold and loose to get necessary accuracy while hunt- between a felt pad on the inside and three inches of balsa
ing, where quick shots must be made from unconventional wood on the outside. By the time the movie was complete,
positions—standing, kneeling or sitting—not the traditional Howard had “killed” eleven men, but many of the scenes
target archer’s pose. Also, the longbow throws a heavy arrow required several shots to get it right. In the end, he shot 45
much better than any recurve bow designed, which is neces- arrows at men and never missed. “Had any of those forty-
sary for sufficient big game penetration.” five arrows missed its mark, it would have been too bad,”
Over the years, Howard had come up with what he felt Howard was quoted as saying.
was the best broadhead design for bowhunting. This head Howard was so good in front of the camera that he was
had a blade of 18-gauge steel that was 3 3/8 inches long and hired to do all the shooting in the films Elizabeth of Essex,
1 1/8 inches wide at the back, giving it a 3:1 ratio. The ferrule They Died with their Boots On, Dodge City, Buffalo Bill and
was made of Duralumin and was 11/32 inches wide. In addi- The Bandits of Sherwood Forest.
tion, the blade boasted a concave edge that Howard felt gave Howard gave up shooting in archery competitions in
it better penetration than a convex edged design. In describ- 1945. By that time, he had amassed a record of 196 consecu-
ing his favorite broadhead, he stated, “This type has the tive first place finishes in field archery tournaments over a
most penetration of any broadhead I have ever used. If cor- 25-year period. He was so superior to all the other archers in
rectly made, this head will not wind plane under any circum- the field that many of them refused to shoot if he entered a
stances. It will cut from four to five inches of bone without specific event. Others, for want of an explanation of his abil-
bending or dulling.” ity, claimed he cheated somehow even though every event
In 1937, Warner Brothers Studio was getting ready to was judged by officials. It was a no-win situation, so Howard
produce the movie Robin Hood, starring Errol Flynn as the went on the road giving his archery exhibitions to fascinated
famed archer, and was trying to find someone who could crowds. His ability to shoot anything out of the air, from a
shoot a bow well enough for the film. Howard proved to be four-inch round disk all the way down to an aspirin, was
the only man who could consistently hit the target and was phenomenal and at one time he shot 12 dimes out of the air
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Book Reviews
By David Tetzlaff
rejected by the widely read and popular remain so until he retired to Kenya
Blackwood’s Magazine. Here we also shortly after India claimed independ-
encounter an interesting twist that ence in 1947. The young Corbett would
accommodates the literary mood of the learn to identify every animal and plant
times—the story of the Chirgudi cat and, chaperoned by the family garden-
was written by Corbett’s friend, Jack er, would sleep out in tiger territory
Ramsay Tainsh, who sets out after the with only a small campfire to discour-
leopard with one “Bob Lawson” who, age overly curious cats. At 17 Corbett
coincidentally, shares no less than found his first paying job, but it certain-
seven obvious and historical similari- ly was not an easy one. His task as a
ties with our Jim Corbett. Although this fuel inspector for the Bengal and
story was not personally penned by Northwestern Railway was to supply
Corbett, it is consistent with many of 500,000 cubic feet of forest timber that
his other narratives—an all-nighter, would serve as locomotive fuel. He had
balanced on a shaky, elevated perch, to organize his own labor force and was
and fighting exhaustion and poor shoot- given two years to complete the job.
ing light while a patient big cat waits Corbett finished six months ahead of
for sleep to overtake its intended vic- schedule. He then spent a year hopping
Under the Shadow of Man-Eaters, The tim. By Tainsh’s telling, it is about as from one railroad job to another until
Life and Legend of Jim Corbett close as Corbett ever came to getting his obtaining permanent work as a trans-
Author: Jerry A. Jaleel ticket punched. shipment inspector, which meant he
Price: Various, Used As we’ve previously explored several could be organizing cluttered storage
other Corbett titles, this column obvi- yards or shoveling coal 14 hours a day.
Jim Corbett fans will likely fight the ously makes no apologies in its enthusi- Under these conditions, we first
temptation to skip quickly ahead to astic praise of the man and the hunter. learn why Corbett was so loved and
page 189 of Jerry Jaleel’s Under the He was the quintessential dragon slay- trusted. The railroad was long delin-
Shadow of Man-Eaters, as here we find er of his day. Author Jaleel reminds us quent in delivering pay to Corbett and
a previously unpublished Corbett of what we have always known: Corbett his crew. Yet the work continued with-
adventure, “The Chirgudi Man-Eater.” possessed a deep affection for India and out complaint until Corbett himself had
But before we wade into leopards its people, and they for him. With little had enough. A terse telegraph to the
behaving badly, some clarity is thought for his personal safety, time corporate office quickly fixed the bla-
required. Readers of Corbett’s own after time he delivered local popula- tant oversight: “Work at Mokameh
material have often pondered the 16- tions from feline evil. But we will leave Ghat ceases at midday today unless I
year pause in the telling of his tales. the reader to discover or re-read am assured that 12,000 rupees has
Author Jaleel offers up this explana- Corbett’s material in which we find so been dispatched by the morning train.”
tion—stories during that time (1910- little of his personal life. In these pages, Corbett’s standing amongst his workers
1926) were often written under a pseu- Jaleel generously fills in many of the rose yet again when he built a school for
donym or just an initial, “Mr. C,” for gaps. their children and a recreation club for
example. And as gifted a writer as At age six, Jim Corbett lost his his men, whom he then taught to play
Corbett would eventually become, his father to heart disease. The Indian jun- sports.
first stabs at the craft were soundly gle became his refuge and would And here, while on the theme of
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Clyncke, family, and friends find game ketball players, and baseball players do, ence. However, as this column has noted
to stalk at altitudes of 12,000 feet and that if one practices the concentration of previously, authors should strongly con-
higher. The author devotes one entire mental aiming for an exact spot with sider utilizing the skills of an experi-
chapter to the topic: both eyes locked on that spot, the arrow enced proofreader prior to presenting
Every hunter should make an effort will end up in that spot. the finished product.
to take success and camp trip photos. As our modern archery legends The book is available through the
One doesn’t have to buy expensive cam- mature, Son of the Longbow and similar website sonofthelongbow.com.
era equipment to do so these days. Every efforts become more and more impor-
photographic company makes small tant not only as welcome additions to Book Reviewer David Tetzlaff lives,
shirt-pocket digital cameras that all our libraries, but to remind us that hunts, fishes, and enjoys wildlife pho-
have variable lenses, in other words, Clyncke and his contemporaries paved tography in central Florida. He is chas-
telephoto capabilities that produce a path of mentoring, leadership, and ing a new career as a real estate photog-
excellent photos. Very easy to do if you some fine how-to’s on the high slopes rapher and drone pilot. He can be
just make yourself do it. and dark timber of the mountain West. reached at davidgrayoak@gmail.com.
Clyncke and company, throughout Self-published material has certain-
this volume, pursue elk, moose, prong- ly become more commonplace in the
horn, big horn and Dall sheep, moun- outdoor genre and provides a vehicle for
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bear, turkey, feral hog, and small game.
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Tips From the Old Timer
Personal Protection, Bow Tuning, and Form
By Dennis Kamstra
P
ersonal protection is becoming a big issue, but pur-
chasing firearms is becoming a hassle. I have a
friend in the “protection” industry who advised the
following: Forget standard pepper spray and hand-held
Tasers as they require close contact, which is a threat in
itself. Instead, have access to a can of wasp spray. It will
reach out to 25 feet or more and when sprayed in the eyes, it
will require hospitalization. Those of us who travel in bear
country probably have a can of bear spray, which will work
just as well. I own guard dogs that tend to fight each other
when excited. I’ve found both of these sprays very effective
in breaking up a dog fight. I have many scars to attest that
other options do not work as well! The author picked up these tweezers with an
* * * attached magnifying glass from Harbor Freight.
Perhaps my eyes are failing with advancing age, but
extracting thorns (a constant endeavor here in Africa) is wooden handle longbows and recurves), the problem of
becoming more difficult. I came across a magnifying tweez- arrow strike is even more of an issue. Metal handle bows are
ers that is a real blessing. I picked it up in the States easier to tune because the riser strength is such that the
(Harbor Freight), but I’m sure one can Goggle it and have it bows can be center-shot, or even past center-shot, allowing
delivered. I am attaching a photo so you can have a visual. the archer to use an adjustable arrow rest. Center-shot bows
Get a couple, as you will use them for lots of stuff besides are much more accommodating of arrow spine. It has been
sliver extraction (like inserting those little screws in eye my experience that arrow strike is much more common on
glass frames). non-center-shot bows, because then arrow spine is critical.
* * * When using aluminum or carbon shafts, the spine is
very consistent but not so much with wooden shafts, which I
I want to continue some thoughts on tuning a bow with think is a big factor in arrow strike. So, those of us who
broadhead arrows (after touching on this subject in previous choose wooden shafts must be very cognizant of “matched”
columns). I have been receiving e-mails from frustrated shafts. Try to purchase shafts with less than five pounds of
readers on this subject. It seems that the one common difference in spine, and you will be a long way into solving
denominator problem is the arrow striking the bow shelf. We arrow strike problems. I prefer big, heavy broadheads, and
should be familiar with the archer’s paradox, in which the this in itself presents more of a problem with arrow flight.
arrow bends around the bow at release and continues to Remember, the fletching is supposed to be the “rudder” steer-
ocellate for several feet before straightening into a perfect ing the arrow. With wide broadheads rudder control can be
flight pattern. Several things can affect this bending and compromised, which can cause all kinds of arrow flight prob-
could contribute to the arrow striking the bow shelf: point or lems. I get around this issue by using bigger feathers or
broadhead weight, arrow material, arrow length, arrow going to four-fletch instead of three. I might add here that
diameter, and wall thickness (aluminum and carbon). feathers have more “drag” than plastic vanes and will conse-
The right combination of all the above is the trick to quently “steer” the arrow better.
proper arrow flight. If a bow is not center-shot (most all
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Now that you have tuned equip- more than happy to start you on the
ment, the only other potential problem right path.
is your shooting mechanics. This simply * * *
breaks down into four parts: bow grip, So, now you have matched equip-
full draw, proper release, and proper fol- ment and solid shooting mechanics.
low through. Of these four, the last two What can go wrong? I don’t know
seem to be the most common shooting “what” will go wrong, but I can tell you
flaws, so let’s address both. To obtain “when.” That is when that 10-point
proper release, you must hold the string buck slowly walks within your shooting
correctly. Pick up a full paint can, using distance! Everything you have learned
only your drawing fingers, and hang the could easily go out the window.
can down next to your leg. Look at your Remember to take five deep breaths
knuckles; they will be straight and not with slow exhalation, if time allows. As
cupped. That is how your knuckles easily as that, everything will come
should look at full draw. If knuckles are back into perspective. Trust me on this
I long ago determined that plastic cupped at full draw, you are using one!
vanes are not for me and my bow setup. arm/shoulder muscles instead of back
For those of you who have a long draw muscles to pull the bow. Use the mus- Dennis is a retired professional
(over 29 inches), the issue of spine cles between your shoulder blades! If hunter now living in South Africa. He
becomes even more difficult. Let me cut you accomplish these two things, your has done competitive archery as well as
to the chase by advising you to build release will be crisp and your drawing global bowhunting in over 60 years of
several arrows of differing spine (slight- hand will recoil straight back (rather traditional archery. Consequently, he
ly under spine to ten pounds over spine) than with the dreaded hay hook, fly has admitted to making just about every
and differing fletching (high and low away release). shooting error in the book. He hopes that
profile as well as 3- and 4-fletch). Use Most important (in my opinion) his mistakes may lead to your successes.
the same broadhead on all arrows. Dust and is the follow through. That bow arm His e-mail: safariden@aol.com.
your bow shelf with baby powder and should not move after release! This is
use trial and error to find the best the most common shooting error I have
arrow flight. observed in over 60 years of shooting a
I also recommend using a straight bow. Invariably, a poor shooter will drop
fletch rather than severe off-set. the bow arm at release. If you find your-
Remember that one more variable is self dropping your bow arm, you are
the nocking point on your string. You probably watching the arrow in flight
might try raising the nocking point rather than continuing to concentrate
higher than you would with field points. on your aiming spot until the arrow
I know this is time consuming, but it strikes that spot. Ask a competent
should be a labor of love. Once you find archery coach to analyze your shooting
the best combination, be sure to write style and observe your follow through.
down everything regarding that arrow As with any hand/eye coordinated
choice (weight, diameter, type of wood, sport, the follow through is the diagnos-
length of shaft, type of fletching, tic result of everything preceding. Set
straight or off-set fletching, height of up your digital camera on a tripod and
fletching, weight and size of broadhead, take a movie of yourself shooting. Self-
and FOC of the finished arrow). All that analysis is the best training. If you are
information should be saved for that a newcomer to the sport, forward the
specific bow, for the rest of its life. movie to someone with experience and
ask them to assist you. I have never met
* * * a seasoned bowhunter who was not
A
few years back, I was on day the night. He walked through my camp photographing the tundra and wildlife.
five of an eight-day solo 30 yards from where I ate. If I were to Unfortunately, he failed to arrange for a
bowhunt for elk high in the tell of that hunt, descriptions would pickup and was fairly vague on his
mountains of Wyoming. I found myself include alpine, frost, the winged intentions with friends and family.
some distance from camp just at eruption of a blue grouse, and the State troopers found his body late that
timberline as evening descended. As if musky scent of bull elk. The word winter in his wall tent. He had run out
both sun and moon had been placed on “forlorn” would not be uttered. of food in early autumn and kept a
a balance scale, the massive sun slowly I often hear advice that sportsmen diary of the grim experience until he
lowered below a distant peak, lifting the and women should not hunt alone. used a bullet to end his travails.
full moon above the eastern horizon. Many hunter education classes speak of Prior to GPS technologies, I relied on
I had no need of my headlamp as I solo hunting as ill-advised. Two is someone to come looking for me if I
made my way through the stunted better than one. The current culture didn’t show at my designated time. I
pines of the krumholtz under the reflects this protective mentality with knew that wouldn’t do much good if I
moon’s soft light. Traversing a long the creation of safe spaces from danger, ran into trouble early into my hunts.
subalpine meadow, I followed a small real or imagined, at universities and in The thought of laying at the bottom of a
stream flashing in the night back to work places. Even Solomon in all his canyon with a broken back for a week
camp. Flipping the headlamp on for the wisdom says, “Two are better than certainly was on my mind. These days I
first time that night, I prepared dinner. one.... If either of them falls down, one carry a small Garmin satellite
Once ready, I doused the lamp and ate can help the other up. But pity anyone communicator, which allows for
my dinner alone. Alone. The word who falls and has no one to help them immediate contact with the outside
evokes feelings of isolation and fear. My up.” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10) world. While I am still extra cautious
thesaurus lists the synonyms of I’m not disagreeing with Solomon’s when I’m on my own, the little device I
“lonely,” “lonesome,” “deserted,” sage advice, and I know the benefits of keep in my pack, along with other
“forlorn,” and “forsaken.” Many dangers companionship are innumerable. I survival items, gives me some peace of
lurk in the dark. An errant slip or a enjoy hunts and outings with family mind.
momentary blunder with a skinning and friends, and I fondly look back on Even with all of those precautions, I
knife, and life as you know it may end. those memories. But if I were to never know I am taking added risk by going it
There are many dangers in the world, go out into the backcountry alone, alone…but that is a big part of the
and why tempt fate by subjecting something special would be lost. When allure. If you haven’t hunted for more
yourself to more? on my own, I move and travel with a than two or three days on your own, it’s
Yet on that solo bowhunt, I was far heightened awareness, knowing a lack time to step out of that safe space
from alone or forsaken. As I ate, I looked of concentration could result in a you’ve been hiding in.
over a meadow awash in the supple broken leg, or worse. My mind unwinds
beams of the moon. The small creek and allows for deeper thoughts and Mark Nelson works for the
that guided me back to camp gurgled its introspection than it ever would in a Wyoming Game and Fish Department
way down the mountain. My head camp full of camo-clad friends. While I in Cheyenne, Wyoming. In addition to
turned at the click of hooves from the am an advocate for going it alone, I take bowhunting, Mark is an avid fly fisher-
sparse timber near my tent. My eyes, measures to mitigate the inherent man and wildlife photographer. Mark’s
accustomed to the darkness, saw the danger. photographs can be seen at his website
source of the sound was a raghorn bull I think of the sorry story of Carl MLeonardphoto.com.
elk, its cream-colored coat glowing in McCunn, which spurs me on to tell my
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