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08 Brotherly Luck 12 Preparing for Bighorn 16 Running Out of Luck 20 A Buck Moment 24 Hunting the Gray Ghosts 26 Chasing the Winter Blues Away 29 An Interview with Jana Waller 32 Giving Back: First Hunt 34 Now or Never 38 Ups & Downs of Bowhunting




40 Topwater Addiction 42 Bass Fishing Basics GEAR

46 Best Hunting Day Packs of 2016 50 Hanwag Boots 51 Kershaw Knives 52 Sneek Boots 54 Otis Cleaning System 55 YETI Introduces New Rambler Bottle Collection

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56 Cool in Camo, Muzzle Loader Adventure, 2014 58 Wishes for Warriors 62 Gold Prospecting PREPAREDNESS

64 Wilderness Athlete 66 Turkey Season is Here DEPARTMENTS

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Luck Brotherly

By Jordan Mecham




UCCESSFUL. The long awaited result of which all hunters dream. When the draw results were released last April, we had thought it was a mistake, my brother and I had both drawn limited entry muzzleloader elk tags on the Wasatch Unit. I thought I had received his email by mistake because I used my credit card for both of our applications. However, luck was on our side; it was one of the best days of our lives. It had been four years since we had been able to hunt together and now we were going to be chasing big bulls! While my brother and I have hunted in central and southern Utah all our lives, we had never stepped foot on the Wasatch unit. However, my dad and grandpa had hunted this particular area for nearly 40 years, but they mainly hunted mule deer and the occasional spike elk. But as luck would have it, our cousin Darren had been hunting elk in the area for a few years. We scouted the areas that our family members Nate and Darren had suggested over the next three months. We set our sights on three different bulls, two of them being bigger than most of the bulls that we had scouted. The rut was coming in full swing and the bulls were going nuts. So with only three days left before the hunt, we were chasing 3 bulls: a six point that we named Big 6, a big and unique 8x7 that we named Machado, and a beautiful dark horned 6x7. Any of these bulls we would be happy to tag. Opening morning finally came. I set out after the Machado bull and my brother headed out after Big 6 and the 6x7. At first light, Nate and I headed out on horses but only heard one bugle and didn’t see any of the bulls that we were hoping to see. I made the mistake of turning my radio off that afternoon, figuring the elk would not be out, and missed the opportunity at a monster five-point bull and Big 6. It was a long ride back to camp. The entire time we were wishing I had not turned our radio off. When we arrived back at camp, my brother told me that he and Mark were within a few hundred yards of the big 6x7 the entire day but couldn’t get any closer. It was an unlucky day. After our unlucky day, we went around the opposite side of the mountain to see if the elk had been pushed over the top. From the moment that we went around the mountain, we were in elk all day. Bulls were screaming and chasing cows. There were so many bulls bugling that it was hard to decide which bugle to chase. As the

day went on, we realized both my brother and I had passed five or six 300-330 class bulls. With only an hour of light left, my uncle Shane called us on the radio and told us to get to where he was because he had spotted a different 360-class bull. And so the chase began. We only had 20 minutes of light left so we were in a hurry. We caught up to the bull wallowing in a spring. He had a hot cow that he wasn’t going to leave. Nate and I were able to sneak within 120 yards before he spotted us. With one quick glance at his antlers, I could tell he was a big bull and one that I would be happy tagging. Being in such a hurry to get to this bull, I had forgotten my shooting sticks. I let out a quick cow call, he stopped and turned broadside. Not having my shooting sticks, I was stuck taking a freehanded shot. I gently pulled the trigger. The bull took off down the hill and out of sight. We walked over to where the bull had been, but we couldn’t find any blood. We checked the rest of the evening with flashlights for a blood trail, but we again found nothing. Given the quick shot and the bull not acting injured, I must have missed. The next day we went back to the spot to see if we could find any blood, but again found nothing after hours of searching. After coming up empty handed with the search for blood and no sign of the bull from the night before, we decided to head back up to a spring that we hoped Big 6 was at, though we hadn’t seen him in days. My brother decided to stay a few hundred yards above the spring as Mark and I dropped down to be level with it. We had only been sitting down for 20 minutes when we heard a deep bugle. It sounded more like a growl than a bugle. We sneaked down a creek bed and got within 80 yards of the bull that was growling. After setting up, the cows started to feed forty yards from us in a big clearing and the growler bull started coming towards the cows. I threw up my binoculars as quick as I could. It was Big 6! I could see his bladed 4ths and 5ths, and I knew it was him. I got ready and set the hammer back and waited for him to enter the clearing. After what seemed like an eternity, he came right behind the cows. He stopped broadside at 40 yards. He was mine. With a dead rest, I put the cross hairs right behind his front shoulder and squeezed the trigger. Waiting for the smoke to clear, I expected to see the big boy stumbling or tipping over. However, I didn’t see any of that. He had his shoulders pulled back and he was looking around to see where the loud noise came from. He started walking away from us very slowly and started bugling again. I thought, “Are you freaking Continued on Page 10

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kidding me! I missed? I really missed?” He was a bull of a lifetime and I missed at 40 yards. Tears were definitely shed that night. I had missed twice in two days at a 360 bull and a 380 plus bull. After little sleep that night I awoke early the next morning and decided to sight my gun in again. Turns out I was shooting a foot and a half left and a foot high at twenty-five yards. Now with the gun sighting in correctly, and seven guys now helping us, we combed the area from morning until night. We did not leave the mountain. But we were only able to turn up Big 6 once more and could not get close enough for a good shot. After three full days of searching for him and not finding him or a blood trail or hearing an elk bugle, we made the hard decision to leave Big 6 and see what the other canyons offered. Then on the sixth day of our hunt, our dad received a call from his sister saying that our grandpa wasn’t going to last much longer. We all decided to head down the mountain to say our goodbyes. Our dad decided that he was going to stay with his dad until he passed, but he told us that we should continue our hunt. We contemplated staying with my grandpa, but we had already said our goodbyes. We thought it best that his children enjoy some alone time with him before he passed away. We arrived back at camp the next morning with the horses ready to go in to the canyon where Machado and some other big bulls had been spotted. It was ten minutes before light when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was my dad. I thought that he was calling to see what our morning plans were but my thoughts changed when I heard him crying. He said, “Well… your grandpa just passed away.” I was sad but happy at the same time. My grandpa had some serious health issues and his wife had passed away 17 years ago. It was just time for him to go. 10

We must have had my grandpa’s help that day because as soon as I hung up the phone, three bulls started bugling like crazy and didn’t stop for the next two hours. Being in such dark timber and thick oak, it was nearly impossible to see the bugling bulls, so my brother and I decided to drop down in on them while my brotherin-law Josh and cousin Darren moved onto another spot. We let out a few cow calls and two bulls started bugling like crazy. We moved as fast as we could to close the distance. After dropping 500 yards below the horse trail, we decided that I should stop and call and that my brother should drop down on the bulls. It wasn’t 20 minutes later that I heard him let out a cow call of his own and then a loud BOOM. I completely expected to hear a yell of excitement but nothing. He shot right over the top of the bull. We were on a really steep incline and the bull was below his feet. We spent the next thirty minutes looking for blood but found nothing. It was a huge let down. I had my radio sitting on my pack as we were deciding what to do next when the best words anyone could ask for after missing a bull came through from Josh and Darren, “Hey get your butts up here. We have two huge bulls spotted down below us pushing some cows.” My brother decided to keep looking for blood while I got a head start. I knew I had to move fast, but it was so steep. The oak grew more sideways than up. It was a constant fight the entire way up the hill. I hiked as fast and as hard as I could to get to Josh, Darren and those big bulls. I finally reached the top and the 8x7 and a big 6-point were bugling about every 30 seconds to a minute. There was an old horse trail 150 yards above where the elk were feeding. We figured that the best plan would be for me to sneak down the horse trail above them and wait. This way I would be in a better position to make a move. Knowing my brother was not going to be too far


behind me, I picked out a spot for Daren and Josh to send him once he reached them. There were two bulls and two tags to fill. Could we really pull a double on two big bulls? Would the elk still be there when I made it down there? It was worth a shot. I was now 20 yards from the point where I could look over and potentially take a shot. I put the cap on my muzzleloader and took a minute to catch my breath. I slowly walked and then crawled to the crest of the ridge and peaked over the top. Nothing. I didn’t see anything. Betting that the elk had moved down the ridge, I moved off the top about ten yards to stay out of sight and quickly kept working my way down. Not sure where the elk would be, I kept moving quietly down the ridge. I hadn’t made it more than 50 yards down the ridge when I heard some limbs break in front of me. I pulled my gun up as several cow elk started crossing the top of the ridge 75-yards away. As each one of the elk went in front of me, I kept waiting for one of the two bulls to cross. A minute had passed and nothing followed. I heard a crash above me, but I didn’t want to take my eyes off of what might come behind the cows. All of a sudden a big bull jumped out where the cows had crossed. Not wanting to shoot while he was moving, I started making a deer bleating noise with my mouth. After making the noise twice, the bull stopped and turned and looked at me. You could tell he was confused. And so was I. I guess my adrenaline got to me, and I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t believe he stopped. I placed the cross hairs on his front shoulder and pulled the trigger. He whirled around and started running up the ridge away from me. He went

through some tall oak and the only thing I could see were the tops his antlers. After 50 yards, I could see his antlers start to sway back and forth and then they disappeared. The crash and noise above me was my brother running down the ridge to catch up to me. He had heard the shot but didn’t see the bull drop. I was pumping my fist in excitement when I saw him. We high fived, hugged and hoped that the bull went down. We didn’t want to chance bumping the bull so we waited for 20 minutes before we followed the blood trail. The suspense was killing us. Doubt kept going through my mind. Did I hit him good enough? Was this going to be a repeat of earlier? My stomach was in knots. I had my brother walk to where the bull was standing when I shot and then I walked to him. We started looking for blood and headed towards where the bull had hopefully tipped over. Forty yards into the search, we got a strong whiff of an elk and knew he had to be close. The oak was so thick and tall that we could not see very well. As we made our way a little farther through the oak we finally caught a glimpse of some white ivory tips. Big bull down! There were a lot of emotions as we grabbed the antlers and started taking pictures. It was almost as if our grandpa was there with us in spirit. So many things happened that day that typically don’t happen. It was a moment when time felt like it had stopped. It was a moment of humility and respect for the animal and of closeness to our grandpa that we will forever remember. What a bull. What a hunt. What an amazing memory we’ll have for the rest of our lives!


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Preparing for





By Zachery Christensen

t age 15, I decided to put in for a Bighorn Sheep tag. This was the first year I had put in for a bighorn sheep hunt, so naturally I had no points. I wouldn’t have put in for the tag if it wasn’t for my brother, Tyler. He told our dad that he should have started putting me in long ago to accumulate some points for these hard hunts. My dad decided to call a couple of friends to ask what the best areas would be to apply for. He was told “The Blacks” would be the best unit. So the Black Mountains were the only section I applied for with Desert Sheep. Everyone assumed that would be the end of it for the next 15-20 years. In May when the names were released, Tyler looked it up on the computer and could not believe his eyes. It was my name on the list! He thought for sure there was an error. Tyler called our dad, who just kept saying things like, “Now wait a minute… Ok but…” They both told me the news together and all I could do was grin and say, “really?” I thought it seemed really cool but I didn’t understand exactly how cool this was at the time. We were all still a little uncertain that it was actually true until the tag arrived at the house and I could hold it in my hands. From the moment I received the tag, I heard a full range of emotions from everyone we talked to. It went from, “I have 25 bonus points, I can’t believe it” to “Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” and “Too bad we can’t take you gambling.” However, the most used phrase that came out of anyone’s mouth was, “that’s just not right.” I drew a deer tag, a bighorn sheep tag and was just turning 16. I knew it was going to be a great year.

At this point none of us Christensen boys had ever hunted sheep, so my family wanted to talk to everyone we could imagine to get some advice. My friend Brady and I went down to the Department of Wildlife and asked about the area and the classes I could take. They told me the classes were only for people who drew a tag. I told them that I did, and they just brushed me off and never really gave me any information. We talked to past hunters, other guides, and every person that had any story or experience with sheep at all. They all kept saying, “mass, mass, mass”, but this still didn’t really tell us how to find and measure sheep. In August, my dad and I attended the Desert Bighorn Sheep class through the Department of Wildlife. This assisted us with scoring and sizing and helped a lot. We began to understand what type of sheep we were looking for. Continued on Page 14

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From August to November my family and I would go out and look for sheep. We were still not sure about what we were looking for and we were still indecisive about whether to get a guide or do it ourselves. We kept scouting and put some cameras out. The cameras were great and showed us a lot


of sheep in the area but there was never anything that really jumped out to us as being “exceptional”. We scouted about 35-40 days during those months. When I wasn’t out scouting, I was practicing shooting. My dad was adamant that I became a better shooter and handle the rifle at the distances that I might need to shoot during my hunt. I learned how to reload and shoot with a stick. I had started back to school in September and wouldn’t turn 16 until October and I was also on the High School Rodeo Team, so this made it more difficult for me to go scouting. I had to rely on my family to go out when they could and try to find the best area to start hunting. I also harvested a deer with my muzzleloader during this time. I wasn’t able to go out on opening day and hunt because I had a test in school, but I began hunting the following Friday. My dad and Tyler went out on Thursday for a few hours, with a requirement that my mom and I have our phones and be ready “just in case”. On Friday, they had seen a really nice ram that took off and ran down to the

lake, so we decided on a new game plan. Saturday rolled around and six of us loaded up in our boat and started searching for this one ram. Saturday did not produce the ram we had seen earlier, nor anything worth going back for. We also realized that it was rather hard to scout and hunt from a boat so we went back home looking for new ideas. My dad and I could not go out the next day, but Tyler and his friend Matt did. They went quite a ways back into the mountain range. The first ram they saw was the biggest one they had seen since the hunt started. They thought of going to get me right then. They didn’t know if that was the best one they would find, because they had seen a lot of rams, so they kept looking


until dark. Happy with the first ram, they came home that night with big plans for Monday morning. Monday morning Tyler, Matt, my dad and I met up and decided to find the nice one they had seen. We hiked into where they saw the ram from the previous morning. They decided to sit tight and watch. After about 20 minutes, the ram just seemed to appear on the hill very close to the same spot he was in the day before. We discussed it for a while to make sure that this was the one that I should go after and how I needed to get it done. I said, “How far? I am ready to go.” The guys told me he was about 250 yards, hold right on him, and let it go. When I finally took the shot, the sheep dropped right where it was standing. We immediately ran over to the ram to see if it was as nice as we had hoped. All of our anxiety was now over and the excitement had begun. I was very happy with my shot and

was glad I was able to get it with just a single shot. It seemed to take hours to take pictures and gather our thoughts on packing the ram out. We were busy calling and texting pictures to everyone we knew and especially to those that had helped. I am so glad I had



everyone with me to pack this out. It was a lot of work and took all of us a while to get it back to the vehicle. That night a lot of people came by to give their congratulations and see the very nice ram I drew out for and harvested at 16 years old.

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Running Out of Luck

By Grady Nelson


ith little hope and not a lot of luck in the archery or muzzle loader hunts, my dad approached the rifle hunt as his last chance at a buck as a dedicated hunter in the harvest season. We simply didn’t have many days to get out and hunt, but we were going to do with what we had. It was opening day, and we wanted to get to our “spot” before light, so we could catch any big bucks feeding or preparing to bed down. Our first choice “spot” was surrounded by elk, so we changed our game plan. We hoped we would have better luck. When we reached our next “spot,” we started glassing. The deer were so hard to see, but luckily we spotted three deer at about 900 yards. We moved into nearly 850 yards to get a better look. We could only see for certain that one of the deer was a buck. We moved to where we could get a better shot, but when they were at about 700 yards, all the deer disappeared The frigid weather made it difficult to glass because our hands were freezing. We glassed in that same spot for about 45 minutes before leaving. We headed toward a nearby ridge which was a burn area. There were only fifteen small pine trees. As we walked up and down the Continued on Page 18 16


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ridge looking everywhere, we looked under those pine trees several times. About two hours later, we spotted some deer. We figured they must have been bedded down, so that we couldn’t see them. It was getting later in the day, so we decided that we should walk up the side of the ridge to see if we could jump them out of their beds. I was about 20 yards into the push directly across the canyon from the pine trees when my dad got on the radio and told that he had found the deer and that all three of them were still bedded down under those same pine trees. He told me to sit down and stay as still as I could. My dad had to move three times in order to get to the right spot in hopes of taking a shot. Ten minutes later, the deer stood up from their beds and looked around. They were spooked. Although my dad didn’t have a very good shot, he decided to take it anyways. When he shot, I looked up and saw the buck drop. The deer rolled down the hill, and we couldn’t see it anymore. We waited about fifteen more minutes and then we found him. My dad’s luck had definitely changed.





By Kyndal Elmer, 14 years old


t all started on a hot afternoon. I had been waiting for this hunt for a quite a while. I wasn’t able to deer hunt last season, and I was eager to kill my first buck. The hike up the mountain was humid and exhausting. My dad and I went in on foot, and it took us about two hours to get to our “spot” for opening morning of the rifle hunt. We knew that the base of the mountain was going to be covered by people, so we decided to go where others weren’t. Getting to our camping spot was rough. A lot of the hills we had to climb up were so steep that we could only use our hands and feet. By the time we got camp set up, a storm was on its way. Watching the storm clouds roll over the highest peak of the mountain was intimidating. We could feel the air temperature drop. We both knew that it was going to be a cold night. Honestly, I was hoping that we weren’t going to get into the snow. Once we were situated in the tent, we ate sandwiches for dinner. When the alarm went off at 4:00 a.m. the next morning, that’s when I realized that it was opening morning. So many things were running through my mind. I could feel that something BIG was going to happen. Continued on Page 22

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After we ate breakfast, we climbed another mountain to glass where we could see better. When it was finally light enough to see, my dad spotted some deer on the mountain across from us. Even though the sun wasn’t up yet, we could still see the deer through the storm clouds. We walked quite a bit to get in range of the deer. There was only one thing on my mind. I was just hoping there was a nice buck in the herd. When we got there, the only thing we saw was a couple of does. But we decided to stay there and look for a minute and our luck changed. My dad told me that he found a nice 4x4, and I got excited. We sneaked further down to these big boulders to try to get a shot. When we started setting up the rifle it hit me, I may shoot my first buck today. That’s when I started getting nervous. The first time we checked his range he was at 420 yards, but I wasn’t able to get a clear shot. He walked further up the mountain and the rangefinder read, 440 yards. Almost the exact yardage as the elk I shot. I got buck fever really fast. I tried convincing myself that I was just cold but I knew I wasn’t. Then I got a hold of myself and focused. When he turned broadside, I squeezed the trigger. I let the kick of the gun surprise me, but I didn’t notice much it because I couldn’t hear. Shooting through the cave like pile of boulders made the crack of the rifle echo causing the shot to ring ten times louder than normal. The buck ran about 30 yards and fell down. My dad and I were so happy and thankful. We called my mom and sisters to tell them that I had just shot my first buck. My mom was really happy for both of us. Then I told her we were going to need help hauling out camp. We got off the phone with my mom and headed to my buck. When we found my buck, he was even nicer up close. It was a thrill and a blessing to be up close to him. I took a moment to thank the buck for providing our family with delicious organic meat. Hunting provides a unique connection to animals. Most people never get the chance to have this experience in nature in their lifetime. This is why I had such respect for this buck. After we were done taking pictures and quartering him up, we headed back to camp. My mom called us and said that they had finally made it to our camp and would be waiting for us. On our way back to camp to visit mom, it was raining but I was enjoying it. When we got to camp we were relieved to remove the weight from our shoulders and hips. Everyone congratulated me and my dad on my buck. We carried out the entire deer while my mom and sisters carried out camp. On the way down, we passed a lot of people on horses. I was that much happier to know that we didn’t need a horse or a llama for our hunting adventure. The hike down was as hard as it was going up. Each step got harder and longer. The weight of my pack started to dig deeper into my hips. But honestly, I liked the pain. It reminded me that hard work pays off in the end. When we finally got down to the truck I was relieved but very thankful for the experience, for my family coming up and hauling out camp, but most of all, I was grateful to share such a special moment with my dad. He is my best friend. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. We made memories that will last a lifetime. 22 save 15% | coupon code: AVID16


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Hunting the

Gray Ghosts By David Ostrander


had always been partial to hunting mule deer until I meet a good friend and hunting buddy, Jack Luffy. Fifteen years ago, Jack introduced me to hunting Coues Deer – the little whitetail deer. Jack and I have been hunting these “gray ghosts” together ever since. Every year, we tried to determine which tags to go for after we have studied our “wish list” units. I had acquired enough points in Arizona to draw a December rut hunt Coues Whitetail Deer tag. But to improve my odds, I took a one day Arizona Hunter Education class specifically for non-residents. By taking this class, I received an extra bonus point. I crossed my fingers. Like most hunters, I knew the hardest part of the hunt was drawing the tag. My luck proved good as I drew an Arizona Coues Whitetail Deer tag. As the rest of the year and all the other hunts came to an end, it was finally December and time to head south from Utah to the much warmer Arizona. With all the previous hunts, there always seemed to be obstacles in the way of my hunting schedule. However, this hunt was different. I was laid off from my job on December 2nd and the hunt started on December 11th. I tried to look on the positive side and realized at least I didn’t have to get time off work for the hunt. After a twelve hour drive I was in Arizona with my hunting partner, and we were ready to go. Jack and I did a lot of walking and glassing for the “big one.” We spotted a lot of good deer, but no shooters. After eleven days, I decided to fly home for Christmas and then returned to Arizona the day after Christmas and tried to find “the” deer before the end of the month. On the second to last day of December, after a two hour hike in the dark, we were



sitting on top of a mountain. We saw a lot of does and small bucks. We could see the deer rut and chase each other. And then, all of a sudden, there he was. Slowly, we moved to 560 yards and set up. As I was getting ready to shoot, something spooked the buck, and he blew out of there and we lost him. Frantically, we glassed trying to find him. Fortunately, the buck dropped down and was feeding in the canyon to right to us. I set back up and shot the deer at 120 yards. It was the closest shot I had ever had at a Coues Deer. Usually, after a kill the real work begins, but the nice thing about Coues Deer is that they are really small. We were able to skin and quarter him out. With Jack’s help, I had him back to the truck in an hour. I will always be drawn to the gray ghosts, Coues Whitetail deer, and making good memories with friends. For me, not only did I get to kill a good deer, but three days later I was able to harvest my first mountain lion. Once my adventure was over, I headed home to plan my 2016 hunting season. Special thanks to Jack Luffy, Gary Aufrane and the Dieringers. AVId Hunting & outdoors April-June 2016


Chasing the Winter Blues Away By Bryan Beckstead


n February of 2016, I had the opportunity to go on a little bit different hunt. I was invited to hunt the Javelina of Arizona. My friend Don Martin of Arizona Wildlife Outfitters, had invited some friends and I to hunt Javelina while on a Kaibab Deer Hunt. Plans were made for either the HAM Hunt which is your choice of either, Handgun- Archery or Muzzle loader (HAM), or the Rifle Hunt. With the recent changes to Utah’s Muzzle Loader Law with respect to magnified scopes (which are now allowed as of 2016). I was really excited to try to harvest a Javelina with my muzzle loader. Arizona Law also allows magnification on muzzle loaders as well. I had purchased a 3x9 Bushnell Elite Bone Collector with the BDC Reticle, and it was sighted in and ready to go. I shoot a 50 cal Thompson Omega. My partner for this hunt was a longtime friend and Hunter Dan Driggs. Dan and I loaded his 4Runner early Thursday morning for the drive to “Pig Heaven”. We arrived several hours later with plenty of time for a little scouting. The hunt was to take place at a fairly high elevation and the recent snowstorm had left several inches of snow up on top where we were to hunt. Friday, we were up early for the drive to the top. Dan and I were greeted by plenty of mud and snow. We hiked to our pre-determined glassing spot. After several hours of burning glass for Javelina. We found not a one. Dan and I split up and hiked a couple of different canyons with the hope of spotting some game. It was cold and really muddy. I cut several sets of coyote tracks and Dan cut what he believed was a set of mountain lion tracks. We drove a little farther up the mountain only to find more snow and mud with several deep puddles. We used 4 wheel drive most of the day. We returned to camp in time for a sandwich and a drink, and we found out that the camp just over the hill had connected with three Javelina that morning, so our hopes for our hunt remained high. Dan and I returned to the field for the afternoon and evening hunt; we decided to hunt at a lower elevation. We glassed close to a windmill and water tank until dark. We did see several sets of tracks at that location just no pigs. Day 2 Although I’m not sure why Don Martin decided to take Dan and I out on Saturday, I am really glad he did. I mentioned before that Don owns Arizona Wildlife Outfitters. Don has hunted this area for Javelina for several years, and he is very familiar with the terrain. He is also a very experienced “glasser” and hunter. We set up for another morning of burning glass. With the size of our quarry being at 30-40 pounds as well as their habitat being very rocky, steep and thick terrain. I hadn’t seen a Javelina yet. Don told me to be patient and keep “glassing.” He said to look for moving rocks. As I was glassing with my 10x50 Leicas, the glare from the cactus as I scanned was a lot like flashes of a camera going off in my eyes. It took some adjustment on my part. Continued on Page 28



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After a few hours Dan Driggs had a small group of Javies spotted. They were about 700 yards away on the side of a steep hillside. As Dan and I made our way for what we hoped was an opportunity to shoot one, Dan noted that they had gone around the hillside. As Dan and I neared the top of the hill I dropped both my pack and my jacket. It was getting warm. Dan and I made our way to the last known spot of the Javies, but they had disappeared. We were trying to be as quiet as we could as Javies have excellent hearing. After looking and looking, we were unable to locate the herd. Don radioed me and told me to blow my Coyote call. I squealed a few times on it, and we could hear the Javelina clacking their tusks and snorting just like pigs do. Because of this, we were able to locate them. The pigs had gone down to the bottom of the hillside and were starting up the other side. The pigs were feeding and moving quite slowly as we tried cutting the distance. We were at 200 plus yards as we dropped down the hill to a more comfortable range. Dan and I ended up making a bit of noise which made the

pigs nervous. We finally found one good rest at about the 160 yard mark. I shot and missed and Dan although he had only one shot (he had dropped all of his powder in a puddle and got it wet), he made his shot count. We had one pig down. Meanwhile, I was quickly reloading with Dan’s help. I set up on his tree for my rest and got a second chance, and I redeemed myself with a kill. We had one knife between the two of us, so Dan ended up field dressing both animals. We set up, took some pictures, and then returned to camp for the big “weigh in”. We thought my pig was quite a bit larger than Dan’s, but it ended up that they were really close in weight. Dan’s javie weighed 39.74 pounds. Mine weighed 40.05 pounds. I had a great time hunting with Don and his friends. I sure hope I get an Invite for next year. Many thanks to Don Martin of Arizona Wildlife Outfitters and my hunting partner, Dan Driggs. I want to Thank Don Martin of Arizona Wildlife Outfitters, for the Hunt I would also like to thank my Hunting Partner for the trip Dan Driggs. I found a new way to Chase those Winter Blues Away!!

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How did you acquire your love for hunting? When I was a young girl I would spend every minute I could outdoors, whether it was searching for frogs or building a fort in the woods. My Dad fostered my interest in the great outdoors and started taking me along on his pheasant hunts when I was old enough to walk through the tall prairie grasses of Wisconsin. I would sit by his side in the duck and goose blinds, always excited about the uncertainly that comes with hunting. I took my Hunter’s Safety class in 1983 and it has been a passion of mine ever since. I bought a bow and started big game hunting when I was a freshman in college after I met another female bow hunter who inspired me. Continued on Page 30

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What is your fondest hunting memory? It’s simply way too difficult to name one fondest memory. I’ve been so incredibly blessed to hunt many big game species all over the world and there’s something magnificent about all of the hunts. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of my dad and I taking road trips from Wisconsin to South Dakota to pheasant hunt for the week. Sometimes it’s simply the people who I hunt with that truly make the experience. For example, I took Bo Riechenbech, a double amputee former Navy SEAL, on his very first elk hunt two years ago. After seven days of conquering the rugged Montana mountains, Bo finally got his bull and it was an incredibly emotional and exhilarating moment. This past Fall I went on an epic DIY moose hunt in the Alaskan bush in search of bull moose that will go down in my books as one of my all-time favorite hunts. Every single hunt I’ve been on has its own sense of adventure and they’re impossible for me to rank.



Women that have never been hunting before, what are they missing out on when their husbands and boyfriends leave them behind? I would say that anyone who doesn’t hunt is missing out on seeing the great outdoors like they’ve never seen it before. When you’re in camouflage and you’re still, quiet, and observant, nature has a deeper way of coming alive around you. I’d say they’re missing out on the unpredictability, adventure and the beauty of the unknown that only hunters understand. There’s always a sense of uncertainty and surprise that comes from the hunt. They’re also missing out on a sense of accomplishment. There’s a lot of preparation that goes into the hunt, from learning your weapon, scouting, to getting in shape for the backcountry; and after you’ve hiked dozens of miles, endured

the weather, pushed your patience and found success, there’s often a tremendous sense of pride and achievement from the hunt. I would also hate to have to rely on the grocery store for my meat. I’d say nonhunters are missing out on clean, organic meat all the while helping manage the wildlife. Many people don’t make that connection to where their food comes from. What would you tell someone outside the hunting community that believe hunting is just killing not conservation? I would tell non-hunters—and even anti-hunters—that hunting is truly more about living than killing. We hunters are the greatest conservationists in this country and it’s through our hunter’s dollars and volunteer work that our herds, habitat and flocks are managed. The Pittman Robertson Act of 1937, and its subsequent amendments, is an excise tax placed on hunting equipment that generates funds for each state to manage its animals and habitat. Hunters spend around ten billion dollars a year on everything they need for their hunting trips, generating between 177 and 324 million dollars a year in funds! Couple that with the money raised by conservation groups and it’s clear to see that hunters are the ones truly protecting the wildlife and their environment. Obviously you have a special place in your heart for veterans, how did you acquire that? The older I get the more I simply appreciate my freedoms. I am a woman living in the greatest country in the world. I can work hard, chase my dreams, defend myself and create ANY life that I want; those are freedoms that I don’t take for granted. Nor did they come without a price. Our servicemen and woman continue to fight the evil and atrocities that attempt to destroy this great country and our foundation. I have a lot of friends who have served in the military and with every story told around the campfire I am all the more motivated to help create awareness for our veterans. The burdens of war should not be placed on the soldier’s shoulders, but all of ours who get to enjoy FREEDOM. We need better health care and support systems in place for our warriors. If I can help combat vets by getting them back into the woods or on the water, to feel the healing power of Mother Nature, then I feel I’m giving back as a way to say thank you. That’s why I’ve gotten involved with Wishes For Warriors, a fantastic organization that helps combat veterans get back into hunting and fishing. With it being an election year, who are you voting for? Well I can tell you who I’m NOT voting for! Hillary for PRISON! What can we expect from you and Skull Bound TV in the future? We are currently filming for Season 6 of Skull Bound TV. We have a lot of exciting big game hunts coming up this Fall with some amazing veterans as well. The hunt I’m most excited about will take place in Wyoming where we’re taking triple amputee Erik Galvan on his very first elk hunt! It’s guaranteed to be an amazing journey thanks to Wishes For Warriors. This next season will be the year of the muley, as we have hunts lined up in Nevada, Utah and Montana as well as some unique skull projects in the works. For Jim and I, it’s all about telling a good story, sharing our message of conservation and trying to pass on our passion for the hunt. AVId Hunting & outdoors April-June 2016


Last fall we were able to accompany Kelly Woods with the 123rd Army logistics division on his Texas dall sheep hunt. Kelly and his wife M’lissa (on her first hunt ever) were able to harvest a beautiful set of rams. Both Kelly and his wife made precision single shots on each ram. The couple had a great time and enjoyed being able to harvest and eat the animals. Big thanks to Blaine Gubler and Bernie Walker for providing the animals and guiding service. For more information on this hunt or others like it call Blaine Gubler today at 435703-5747!

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s quietly and stealthily as I could, I moved up the hill to where Rick Crawford was concealed behind cover. We had been waiting for the better part of an hour in position above a draw that had an incredible amount of elk sign in it. In preparation for the hunt, we had also cleared several shooting lanes out to about 400 yards. I had spent quite a bit of time with the range finder getting to know the lanes and the distances to various points. Would this preparation pay off? I spent a few minutes getting comfortable resting my weapon on my pack in anticipation for a shot. I silently practiced aiming and imagining the moment. Time stretched, the evening sun passed below the distant mountains. Dusk approached quickly. Suddenly we heard what sounded like an axe biting into wood. The sound didn’t come from in front of us, in the anticipated shooting lanes, but from behind us farther up the spur on which we were situated. Rick moved silently towards the sounds. I worried that we were in a bad position and that Rick was about to give us away with his movement. Slowly, he arrived at a point where he could glass the hillside. He motioned for me to move up to where he was. I decided to grab three extra rounds of .325 WSM ammo and place them in my mouth. With my rangefinder around my neck, I moved slowly up to Rick’s position. He pointed out the antlers of a couple of bulls coming down through the trees.

The first wasn’t very promising, and the second, we couldn’t see very well. Suddenly, the second elk started “choppin wood” with his antlers. It was obvious. He was a big boy. I asked Rick what he thought, but Rick couldn’t understand me with the ammunition stuffed in my mouth. The bull showed himself and Rick whispered, “He’s a shooter.” I took a second to range him, 192 yards uphill at an upward angle of about sixty degrees. Thankfully, the elk is broadside. I glanced around for something to steady my shot, but there was nothing. So, I dropped flat on my back and raised my knees up to get in a good shooting position. “Dang it,” there was not enough elevation. I placed one foot under the other, just enough! As I moved, the bull looked straight at me, Continued on Page 36

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broadside. It’s now or never. I took a deep breath, aimed, took up slack, the gun went off and …… nothing. The bull didn’t move. I broke every record ever set reloading my custom Thompson Center Encore pistol. The movement caused the bull to spin right, up hill quartering away. I placed the cross hairs on his exit hole and moved to the right six or seven inches and squeezed. He jumped violently vertical and moved behind a tree. He was hit hard. Rick congratulated me and told me that he had never seen anyone reload a single shot so fast. I could hardly contain my excitement. This moment had been a very long time in coming. In fact I didn’t think it would ever happen. Rick moved up hill to the


“spot” and I stayed put and guided him to where we think the elk would be. Rick arrived and found a large blood trail. Because of the waning light, we decide to leave him be until the next morning. Back at camp, I could hardly sleep. The hours conspired to drag on as long as possible. Finally, sunlight! We headed back up the mountain with help from Aaron Gubler and Steve Hirschi. As we located the “spot”. We began to track. After about twenty minutes of tracking, the bull jumped up from his bed. My “sure shot” evidently was not as great as I thought. We pursued him for another half hour. I took a final shot. My elk went down for good. What an incredible trophy!!!


Author’s note: Finally, I accomplished one of my lifelong dreams. What made this so special was that a decade earlier, I didn’t know if I would be able to achieve this goal. On November 16th 2005, while on patrol in the Al Anbar Province, in Iraq, I was severely injured when an improvised explosive device, (IED) was set off under my feet. It left me missing the majority of my left arm, blind in both eyes, and with fractures and many shrapnel wounds to my legs, arm, and face. I spent the next year and a half recuperating at Walter Reed Medical Center in Washington, DC. I was lucky that I survived. It took me 19 years to draw a coveted premium elk bull tag in Utah. As I could only see out of my left eye and having only my right arm, I took up pistol shooting. My good friend, Justin Sip of “Justin Sip Custom Guns” built me a beautiful and accurate Encore Pistol. Finally, two other close friends, Michael Hirschi and Rick Crawford of “Record Book Outfitters” arranged for a whole army of people to come and help me with my hunt. I want to thank those that gave of their time and energy to help me achieve my dream. Aaron Gubler, Steven Hirschi and Rick Crawford were serious pack animals. Thanks to a my crew of spotters which included Kyle Gray, Aaron Gubler, Steven Hirschi, Dennis Frochic and the guys from AVID Magazine, Justin Walker, Brandon Walker and Casey Stilson. These guys froze their tails off for me. Thanks to all the rest who made this possible including Richard Hirschi, Thomas Hirschi, Ben Bateman, Leo Gardner, Shane Snedeger, Christian Snedeger, Danny Blake, Willie Billings, Brad Anderson, Evan Ault, Brian Stratton, Legrand Hammon, Brian Cook, Marty Ellis, Ron & Sue Stratton, Kyle & Ashley Gray, Aaron & Mary Gubler, Steve & Julie Hirschi, Mike & Kristine Hirschi, Rick & Linda Crawford, Dennis & Lori Frochic, and Avid Hunting & Outdoors. Record Book Outfitters. I extend much gratitude to you all for the love and support you have shown me. Indeed, my heart and soul are full. AVId Hunting & outdoors April-June 2016


Ups & Downs of

Bowhunting By Christy Barney


isser, nose, Squeeze. Kisser, nose, squeeze. It is the same every time. Kisser, nose, squeeze. So if it is the same every time, why is the outcome not the same? The ups and the downs, the successes and the failures, the great hunts and unfortunately the horrible hunts happen to us all. That second you let go of the arrow you want it back, or you smile with a sigh of relief. The only thing that separates those two moments is practice. I was once told by a professional archer that it did not matter how many arrows I shot as long as I shot them the right way. So, what is the right way? The right way is your way, your kisser, nose, squeeze. However, it does not always matter how much we practice or how hard we try. Sometimes the hunting gods are just stacked against us. Whether you sit twenty yards from the buck of a lifetime for two hours before he busts you and blows out of the canyon, or a 30-minute stock and fire an unsuccessful shot. If you have hunted you will fail but, you will also succeed. It may not be today and it may not be tomorrow, but as long as you keep your head up and keep hammering away it will come to you. And when it does there will never be a better feeling than that feeling of accomplishment. A couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to travel half way around the world and hunt game in the plains of Africa. I had a very successful hunt and harvested several different species, including the surprisingly elusive giraffe. The one animal on this earth that is nearly impossible to stalk due to their height. Riding high on the success



of that trip, I came home only to have several failed attempts at harvesting a javelina, a stinky little ole javelina. I had hunted javelina for 4 years, but always without success. It was not for lack of effort either, but I knew if I stuck it out I would one day succeed. Every year we would hunt hard and cover a lot of ground. Some years we would make successful stalks with missed opportunities and some years our stalks would fail. The sheer disappointment of one simple mistake, the tilt of the bow or—heaven forbid—the dreaded buck fever. There is never a bigger let down than making a successful stalk, but missing a 20, 30, or even a 40 yard shot. However, when that arrow made contact at 23-yards with my javelin—that is the moment I choose to remember. Not the missed attempts or the blown stalks. As I stood in the Arizona desert alone, watching my javelina expire, the sense of accomplishment overwhelmed me and I was surprised at how emotional I had become. I realized the unsuccessful stalks and the missed opportunities were an education I gained along the way. That one successful shot was worth all the hard work. I can promise if you hunt long enough there will be some kind of disappointment along the way. It may even be another hunter or another outdoorsman, but we all have to remember we are in this together as hunters and outdoorsman we have to strive to help one another to look out for each other. The last thing we need to do is let the other groups and activists come between us. We work too hard and have too much passion for the things we do and the places

we go. We need to stick together because once you succeed, that sense of accomplishment, that satisfaction of a successful hunt is all that matters in the moment. We all have the failures and the let downs. The tough part is coming back from the let downs, getting your confidence back, picking your head up and saying next time I will succeed. Because that next time may be the 200-inch mule deer, or the 400-inch bull elk that has only been a dream until you finally succeed. Just remember all those failed attempts are our education. The high fives, those are the memories we choose to remember. BIO Christy Barney was born and raised in Southern Utah. She grew up water skiing, camping, four wheeling, and hunting with her family. After meeting her husband Bronc, her best friend and hunting buddy, she was introduced to archery hunting. It wasn’t long before archery hunting became her new passion. Whether competing at archery events or hunting big game, archery has taken her to many places domestically and internationally. Among all of the amazing experiences the sport of archery has brought into her life, one of the most treasured are the friendships and relationships that she has acquired along the way. She currently works for Worldwide Trophy Adventures and anxiously awaits her next outdoor adventure.








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any anglers will agree that they would rather catch one bass on Topwater than ten bass using any other technique. There are so many types and variations of Topwater baits to choose from ranging from stick baits, buzzbaits, soft plastic frogs, etc. The thrill of watching a bass come up to the surface and aggressively attack your bait makes your heart want to jump out of your chest. I was introduced to Topwater lures while fishing Newcastle Reservoir for Smallmouth Bass. This is a small reservoir just a few miles west of Cedar City, Utah. While attending school at Southern Utah University I would spend many evenings walking the bank of Newcastle throwing a Zara Spook pup lure. Zara Spook makes a great Topwater bait and offers many colors and sizes to choose from. My favorite color is the silver and black. It took some time to get the technique down of getting the bait to walk on the surface of the water, a method often referred to as “walking the dog”. Basically you want to point the rod tip down and make sure you have a straight line from your rod tip to the bait. Then with a quick flick of your wrist, move the rod tip away from the bait and then back towards it. This should make the bait move from side to side and depending on how drastic you move the rod tip it will determine how far from side to side the bait will move. I caught countless Smallmouth Bass on this presentation. Unfortunately I wore out a couple of baits to the point where the hooks were falling off. Another Topwater technique I enjoy is the Topwater Frog. I have not spent as much time in Southern Utah throwing this lure, but when I lived in Logan, Utah I used this presentation on Mantua many times. Mantua is a small reservoir in Sardine Canyon, the mountain pass between Brigham City and Cache Valley. During the summer months this lake would get overgrown with moss and weeds, which made it difficult to fish with standard baits. I would put the boat about 10 yards off of the weed line and cast the frog towards the bank. Then keeping my rod tip up and moving it up and down I would swim the frog across the moss, pausing every so often. More often then not when I would stop the bait moss would explode, as a Largemouth Bass would bust up through the moss to attack the bait. The hardest part about fishing a frog is being patient. You have to pause for a second before you set the hook to make sure the fish gets it in it’s mouth. This is no easy task when your adrenaline is going crazy after you have just seen the fish blow up on the bait. One of my favorite experiences using Topwater bait was at Sand hollow reservoir, one of the newest reservoirs in Southern Utah that is located just outside of St. George Utah. It was in the spring and I had just pulled up to the lake. The


sun was just coming up. The sky had that reddish orange glow to it. The water was still like glass. There is nothing like being on the water at first light. I put the boat in the water and fired it up. Anybody running an old two-stroke motor knows getting the motor started can be half the battle. The smell of the motor exhaust in the water is one of my favorite smells. I motored thru the no wake zone and throttled up. I headed for the west end of the lake. I typically like to start at the buoy line and work my way to the bank. This gives the fish a chance to tell me where they are hanging out in reference to the bank. I was throwing a Topwater stick bait similar to a Zara Spook except this is about 5 inches long and in the hollow cavity of the bait there is a ball bearing so it knocks when you walk it across the water. It wasn’t long before the first fish hit it. Of course I set the hook too soon and the bait came flying back towards the boat with no fish. I was able to boat a couple of 12 to 16 inch Largemouth Bass. To me, this was nothing to get to excited about, but like I mentioned, I would rather catch one bass on Topwater then ten bass using any other technique. By now the sun was getting pretty high and I knew the Topwater bait would not last much longer. And then it happened. A nice fish blew up on my bait. I set the hook and the fight was on. From the previous catches I new this was a better fish by the fight in him. I fought it to the boat, but it made another run. The second time I got

it to the boat I heard that heart sinking sound of my line snapping. I was devastated. I didn’t even get a good look at the fish. That being the case and being the fisherman I am, I assumed it had to be about an 8-pound fish. Nevertheless I did not have another bait like the one I was throwing so I put on a Pop-R bait and kept fishing Topwater with no success. Just when I was about to leave I heard a fish jump. It sounded like a hooked fish because I could hear a ball bearing bait in its mouth. I hurried and looked for the dissipating rings in the water that would reveal where he had jumped and used the trolling motor to move in that direction. I started making fan casts with my bait trying to trick him into biting again, but as I got closer to where I thought he had jumped, I saw it. There floating on the water was my Topwater bait. In disbelief I picked it up out of the water and tied it back on. It was pretty amazing that the fish that had just broken my line. It had jumped and threw my lure. If you have not tried Topwater baits I encourage you to pick some up. There are many different types and styles to choose from. I have had success with the Topwater frog and a Zara Spooks. As for the lure that the fish returned to me, it is still in my tackle box today. I have even caught a few more fish on it. Topwater fishing is an addicting technique and can boat some very nice fish. Get out and wet a line!

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Bass Fishing Basics By Gregg Giacomazza


he sun is shining, the boat is loaded, the gear is packed. You are set for a great day of bass fishing in Southern Utah. To guarantee your success while fishing for bass requires a basic understanding of some characteristics specific to the species. These characteristics include, the forage base in the lake being fished and feeding habits, how structure factors in, and what gear to use. Being adequately prepared can greatly assist your success on the water and turn a regular day on the lake to a day you will always remember. Forage base: Early in life largemouth bass—a common species found in lakes surrounding the St. George area—begin to feed primarily on bait fish. For bass this can include, other fish, crawdads, small birds, young waterfowl and frogs. It is important to know what bait fish are in a given body of water because it will help in your lure selection. Of course the big fish eat the little fish, so knowing the



type of structure the bait fish will frequent for feeding and survival will tell you what to look for on the body of water being fished. Structure: Structure is crucial to locating bass, maybe the single most important component. Bass are good for short, powerful bursts to obtain prey, but are not built for speed like a trout, salmon, or pike. For that reason, bass rely on structure to disguise their presence. Structures to look for on lakes such as Sand Hollow, Quail Creek or Gunlock, would be rock outcroppings, rock dams, bull rushes, bushes, submerged islands (sonar located), sharp drop offs, grass beds and trees. Fortunately, all three lakes have these structures which adds to the enjoyment of fishing these jewels in the desert. Gear: High grade rods and reels are always preferred as the feeding characteristics of bass can be very subtle. Therefore, rod sensitivity will put more fish in the boat. A good all-around rod is a 7-foot, one-piece, medium because it works well in a spin or bait casting rod. Each rod, with corresponding reel, has specific

advantages and uses. Becoming proficient in both, spin or bait casting, will be to your benefit. Gloomis, Ducket Rods, St. Croix and Kisler rods are all high quality rods. Equally important is fluorocarbon fishing line. Due to the crystal clear water Southern Utah offers fluorocarbon is a must. Because fluorocarbon does not refract light, making it invisible in the water. The line is also abrasion resistant and sinks rather than floats, making it perfect if you enjoy subsurface tactics when you fish. But, perhaps the primary characteristic this line offers is no stretch. This allows for greater sensitivity as anything touching your bait transfers with more definition up the line to the rod. With no stretch you will be able to experience a deeper hook set as well. As you head out to the lake this year focus on forage base, structure and gear and you will be prepared to hook a big one. Keep in mind hatcheries for bass are nonexistent in Utah; the state typically electroshocks a number of bass from one lake and after ensuring they are viral and bacterial free, transplants them into another impoundment. The hope is successful spawning will take place. Therefore, remember to catch and release; it always greatly assists the survival of bass so everyone can have a chance to enjoy the great sport of bass fishing.

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Best Hunting Day Packs of 2016

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hy choose a frame? These type of packs are phenomenal because they keep the majority of the weight off your shoulders and on to your hips, helping to evenly distribute weight. When carrying heavy loads or packing for long distances proper weight distribution is crucial. Packs with frames also help keep your back straight and are more breathable, which is especially nice in warm weather. Each of the packs in this review were loaded with approximately 25lbs and carried for a minimum of five miles in rugged terrain. Each pack was tested for versatility, comfort, and overall function.


Mystery Ranch This military style looking pack is one of the best in its field. Fortunately, Mystery Ranch put in the effort to design a pack for the modern day hunter. The curve in the shoulder straps was notably more comfortable under heavy loads. The overall comfort level was off the charts; this pack truly molds to your body making it a fierce force to be reckoned with. This pack also includes a load sling or meat shelf. A load sling is an area between the frame and pack that can be expanded. This is used to increase the overall carrying capacity. It is extremely useful in the field when needed to pack an animal out. This makes it possible to carry a lighter or smaller pack with expandable option available.

Kuiu Icon Pro 1850 The versatility with Kuiu’s frame, bag, and harness system is almost unmatchable. Kuiu truly has gone the extra mile to fit hunters for all shapes and sizes. Each pack can be customized to fit the needs of every hunt imaginable. The Icon Pro 1850 is the only pack in our review the has a full carbon fiber frame equipped for 150lb load capacity. This pack is durable, rugged, and accessible; it makes for a great go to pack for day to overnight hunts. This pack also includes a meat shelf, increasing the versatility and function of this great pack.

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Stone Glacier Solo Coming in at the largest bag capacity (cubic inches) of our reviewed packs, the Stone Glacier Solo. The Stone Glacier Solo is a great all around pack. With a carbon frame this pack is also the lightest pack reviewed. For the ounce-counter, this pack could be the difference in making or breaking a hunt. To make things simple Stone Glacier has equipped the solo with two ways of entry; a very large expandable rack sack and a backside pocket. In addition, this pack also offers a meat shelf. Making it light enough to stalk an animal and then expandable to help pack it out. Efficient, durable, and expandable, Stone Glacier did not cut any corners.

Badlands 2200 Backed by Badlands unbelievable warranty, the 2200 is one of the most comfortable under heavy loads. Badlands warranty is as good as it gets. It is a no fault warranty, meaning anything breaks—your fault or theirs—and they replace it. With the meat shelf included, this pack distributes and holds weight extremely well when packing out animals. For all the archery hunters out there, the material used on the Badlands 2200 comes in at the quietest of all the packs reviewed. The way this pack is designed is very nice – it folds up tight when it is empty and, when a heavy load is needed, it expands while maintaining the majority of the weight close to your back. This pack comes with a lot of well thought out organized space. Quiet, organized and equipped, Badlands 2200 created a pack for a true outdoorsman.



Sitka Flash 20 Engineered to help hunters in all situations, the Flash 20 fits a wide variety of individuals. The Sitka Flash 20 sits off your back to allow air to flow freely, this helps keep your back cooler in warmer weather. The design fits perfectly to make your entire upper body feel more mobile. The taper of the shoulder straps and hip belt fit very comfortably, and with it suspended off your back makes this pack hard to beat. They have upgraded their light-weight toggle bow suspension system. This system is much better than previous models. While this pack was not the quietest pack in our review, there were no squeaks or weird noises coming from the pack while hiking either. This pack was mobile, cool and built to last, Sitka definitely put in some sweet upgrades to the Flash 20.

After spending a considerable amount of time with each pack, it was clear all these packs have some very nice features, but there wasn’t one pack that stood out from all the rest. Each pack was designed with a specific feature in mind and while some people like a lot of features others do not. If you are an archery hunter and noise is your main concern the Badlands 2200 may be your top choice. If you want as much carrying capacity as possible with the least amount of weight then the Stone Glacier Solo would be a sweet option. If you like the ability to change out different size bags with one frame then the Kuiu Icon Pro would be a great choice. If comfort is at the top of your priority list, then I would look into the Sitka Flash 20 or Mystery Ranch. The point is they all have something that makes them stand out, but one thing is for sure, you can’t go wrong with any of these packs.


Size, CI’s

Load Sling/ Shelf

Noise Factor


Frame Material

Accessories Availble

Retail Price

Kuiu Icon Pro 1850

4lbs 1oz





Cabon Fiber



Sitka Flash 20





Very Comfortable




Mystery Ranch Plintler





Very Comfortable




Stone Glacier Solo






Carbon/ composite



Badlands 2200

5lb 15oz 2250ci

Built in Meat Shelf



T-6 Aircraft Aluminum



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Alaska GTX Hanwag Boots

Hanwag Boots

Have you heard of Hanwag boots? Hanwag, a German company, has been making outdoor footwear since 1921. With nearly a hundred years of experience, Hanwag is German engineering at its best. The Alaska GTX, Hanwag’s best-selling trekking boot, is no exception. The design has not been modified in over 15 years. Why? Because the design works. Here is a quick rundown of the Alaska GTX.

As an avid outdoorsman, I’ve tried just about all the popular brands. I push my boots to the limits, wearing them through the harshest conditions and roughest terrain. There are many good boots, but if you want a Have heard Hanwag boots? Hanwag, boot thatyou is going to of last, from a solid company with years of experience, then the Alaska GTX is for you. aWhen German company, been making outdoor I first tried on ahas pair, I was surprised how different they felt compared to some of my other boots. The VIBRAM® is With soft butnearly grips extremely and can be replaced if it wears out. The GORE-TEX® linfootwear since sole 1921. a hundredwell years ing is 100% waterproof but also breathable. Additionally, the reduced seams on the boot are a great feature of experience, Hanwag is German engineering at because it minimizes the risk of the boot coming apart.

its best. The Alaska GTX, Hanwag’s best-selling trekking is no exception. hasan not While theboot, Alaska GTX is built toThe last,design it was not instant fluffy cloud of comfort around my feet. These been modified in over 15 years. Why? Because are trekking boots, stiffer than your average hiking boot. Therefore, there was a significant break-in period of about fifteen miles. Butisafter that rundown initial break-in, the design works. Here a quick of thethese boots will be heaven on your feet. When hiking with rugged, rocky, jagged terrain the stiffer trekking boot will save your back, ankles and feet. Alaska GTX. As an avid outdoorsman, I’ve tried just about all If rough terrain calls your name and you need a boot that will endure, choose Hanwag Alaska GTX. the popular brands. I push my boots to the limits, by AVID Crew Member wearing them through the harshest conditions and roughest terrain. There are many good boots, but if you want a boot that is going to last, from a solid company with years of experience, then the Alaska GTX is for you. When I first tried on a pair, I was surprised how different they felt compared to some of my other boots. The VIBRAM® sole is soft but grips extremely well and can be replaced if it wears out. The GORE-TEX® lining is 100% waterproof but also breathable. Additionally, the reduced seams on the boot are a great feature because it minimizes the risk of the boot coming apart. While the Alaska GTX is built to last, it was not an instant fluffy cloud of comfort around my feet. These are trekking boots, stiffer than your average hiking boot. Therefore, there was a significant break-in period of about fifteen miles. But after that initial break-in, these boots will be heaven on your feet. When hiking with rugged, rocky, jagged terrain the stiffer trekking boot will save your back, ankles and feet. If rough terrain calls your name and you need a boot that will endure, choose Hanwag Alaska GTX. 50


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e have all been there watching that trophy run off because he heard us. Hours of sneaking and stalking down the drain because one stick broke at the wrong time. Well those days are over! SneekTec created Sneek Boots to solve the noise problem every hunter faces. With our patented design, Sneek Boots help you reduce, and in many cases eliminate, the noise caused by footfall. Applying 1.25” of industrial grade recoil foam to the bottom of your step terminates the grinding of rocks, stops the breaking of small twigs and dampens any noise that still occurs under its fabric. 52

Our patent covers the foam core and the replaceable liner. No other competitors will be able to come to market if they are using either of these “ingredients” in their products. Independent testing has shown our boots to be even quieter than using just socks. For spot and stalk hunters our products are perfect. For tree stand and blind hunters our products allow you to get into your position without spooking game that you can’t see. Also, once you’re in a blind your feet can stay quiet when moving them around. • Boots inside of carry bag make a great seat cushion for glassing on a side hill.


• Total weight is just under 1 pound. • The foam is upholstery grade and high density. The foam on a couch rarely wears out and we wanted our foam to have that same level of quality. We call our foam “Recoil Foam” because it absorbs your sound, absorbs impact, and it springs you back up. • Our fabrics are not waterproof. If we made everything waterproof then it would become louder due to the laminate film that is applied to the back of fabrics to make them waterproof. Wet ground is naturally quiet so our boots would not be necessary if the ground is wet. • Safety is a huge priority of ours and all of the cords and webbing serve a purpose. The main pull cord on the top of the boots is designed to cinch the boots tightly around your ankle. We have 2-barrel locks to make sure that the cord stay tight regardless of the terrain and use. The 2 side elastic cords are designed to be tightened and bring the toes in tight to the boot. This helps to keep the boots in place when walking along side hills or going up and down hills. There will still be some slide in the boots when on a side hill, but they won’t automatically end up on the top of your shoe rather than the bottom. • The heel webbing is positioned just a little bit forward so your boot heel does not rest on the ground when walking up a hill. • The removable liner is interchangeable between Berber fleece and silent suede fabrics.

Last year I purchased a pair of Sneek Boots, and ever since then I have made sure to pack them with me every time I head out into the hills. Whether I am out doing some preseason scouting, or out hunting, I am always packing my Sneek Boots. They give me something soft to sit on while glassing that hillside, but the minute I spot that trophy I know my Sneek Boots are right there ready to slip on over my shoes to help me be silent and deadly. Avid Crew Member



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YETI Introduces New Rambler Bottle Collection YETI, a leading premium cooler and drinkware brand, proudly introduces a new addition to its Rambler drinkware series: the YETI Rambler™ bottles collection. Built for rough roads and tough environments, bottles will be available in three sizes – 18oz/36oz/64oz – and are created to endure the extremes. The YETI Rambler™ bottles are built for untethered adventure, from the backcountry to the boat deck – wherever ice cold or piping hot beverages are needed. Over-the-Nose™ technology makes for easy loading, drinking, and cleaning, while the TripleHaul™ cap provides a comfortable grip and is 100% leakproof. Each bottle includes the benefits of all YETI Rambler™ products, like 18/8 kitchen grade stainless steel, double wall vacuum insulation, and a No Sweat™ design. “We continue to expand our drinkware series to meet the demands of our owners and fans. Rambler bottles fill a needed space in our line,” said YETI cofounder Roy Seiders. “Like all YETI products, the bottles have proven to keep drinks colder longer, but its ability to keep beverages hot over time shows the versatility inherent to the Rambler series. We’re excited about the dual use of these Rambler bottles.” The entire collection will be available Spring 2016 through authorized dealers and on The Rambler 18oz bottle will retail for $39.99, the Rambler 36oz bottle for $59.99 and the Rambler 64oz bottle for $89.99. About YETI YETI builds indestructible products that keep ice for days. Founded in Austin, Texas in 2006 by sportsmen Roy and Ryan Seiders, YETI is a leader in the premium cooler category, and has successfully expanded into premium drinkware, soft coolers, and branded apparel. Professional hunters, anglers, outdoor adventurers, and BBQ pitmasters trust YETI to stand up to the world’s harshest conditions. For more on the company and its full line of products and accessories, visit

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From the Editor’s Family Scrapbook

Cool in Camo, Muzzle Loader Adventure, 2014 By Amyanne Rigby

Editor’s Bio

Amyanne Rigby is a graduate from Southern Utah University where she earned a BA in English. She currently does freelance work including writing for the southwest magazine, Etched. She and her “avid” outdoorsman husband, Travis, reside in Cedar City where they love wandering the Red Rock Hills of Southern Utah with their five children. To read more of their outdoor adventures, visit her blog,




riday night we stole the evening and headed up “Deer Mountain.” The Rigbys have hunted this mountain for four generations now – 70 years. Grandpa Eldro Rigby used to come here when he worked the college farm. In those days, harvesting a deer meant that the family would have meat all winter. It was a must. For us, it has become a family tradition. While we have found others hills to wander and other mountains to climb, we always come home to “Deer Mountain.” While Stockton was the one to harvest this beautiful 6x7 buck, it was most definitely a family affair. Our Friday evening hunt proved to be a wet one as we sought shelter under a tarp while Maleck and Emma prayed we would not be hit by lightning – the thunder created the most incredible music. Boy, was it loud. Just as the sun was dipping in the western horizon Travis spotted this deer from the “Buck Nook.” He and Madsen headed down and back up through the big pass while we stayed with Stockton in the “Buck Nook.” Stockton was the spotter. However, it was a little too late, so we had to end the day’s hunt sopping wet, but hopeful that tomorrow would yield a better return on our adventure! The rain continued all night, but Travis and Stockton were determined to find that buck again. So they woke early and then waited in the jeep hoping the storm would pass...... and they waited and waited some more. Seleck, Madsen, and Maleck had plans to join them, but the rain halted their plans. The wait proved advantageous for Stockton... at about 8:30 I received a phone call from Rigby saying they had landed this families that hunt 6x7 buck. Diligence paid together stay off. together Sunday morning after church meetings, we all joined Stockton on “Deer Mountain” to bring home his trophy deer. It was a great family memory as we cut across “The Big Pass” and proceeded to BRIAN SMITH cut a trail to retrieve 367 S Plaza Circle Grantsville, UT 84029 the buck. This one (435)840-5987 was a keeper and an irreplaceable memory to smitty_gone_wild boot!

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WISHES FOR WARRIORS By Sergeant Jarrod Wayman, USMC




lthough I was born in Houma, Louisiana, I grew up in Stafford, Texas. When I was a freshman in high school, I began thinking about joining the military. The Corps had a certain level of allure to me, more so, than all the other branches. It seemed the most “bad ass.� I was sitting in my sophomore history class when the Twin Towers fell. Like for many, that moment, that event, sealed the deal for me. I joined the Marine Corps in 2004 and went to boot camp at MCRD San Diego. After graduation, I went to combat training in Camp Pendleton, California. Upon graduation, I went to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina for training in my MOS (1371-Combat Engineer). The first unit I went to was 8th Engineer Support Battalion. During my service with this unit, I climbed the ranks from Private First Class to Sergeant. I deployed with 8th ESB two times to Iraq, February to September (2005 - Fallujah), and from March to October (2007 - AI Asad Air Base). On both of these deployments, we worked on general engineering projects that dealt with construction as well as road repair. We also ran security convoys for logistical movements and provided freedom of movement for personnel by sweeping for IEDs. After these two deployments, I received orders to Marine Wing Support Squadron 271 in Cherry Point, North Carolina. I deployed with MWSS 271 to Iraq from February to September, 2009 (AI Asad Air Base). We did general engineering on that deployment as well. In the midst of all this, we retrograded millions of dollars worth of gear and lumber to Afghanistan. A couple of months into the deployment, we were tasked with doing Route Clearance. Route Clearance consisted of both mounted and dismounted sweeps for IEDs. This allowed freedom of movement for other units operating in the same area. I was the Route Clearance patrol leader for the rest of the deployment. In 2011, I deployed once again with MWSS 271 to South America. We trained Continued on Page 60

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foreign military in Belize, Columbia, and Guatemala. After my time at MWSS 271, I received orders to join the 1st Combat Engineer Battalion in Camp Pendleton, California. Upon arriving in California, I was promoted to my current rank of Staff Sergeant (SSGT). I deployed twice with 1st CEB to Afghanistan (March to October, 2012 -Fob Payne) and then again to Camp Leatherneck (October to December 2013). On the first of these two deployments, we performed general engineering which consisted of building and tearing down forward operating bases as well as improving the security and survivability of the area bases in which we operated. During the last of these two deployments, I was the platoon sergeant for a route clearance platoon. We provided freedom of movement for units in the area that we operated. We would clear the routes either mounted in vehicles or on foot. As a member of the Marine Corps for over ten years, I have gone from the ranks of Private to Staff Sergeant. I have completed five combat deployments and one humanitarian. While on my second deployment with 60

1st Combat Engineer Battalion, 1st Marine Division in Afghanistan, I was the platoon sergeant for a route clearance platoon. We were clearing routes for an element that was tearing down patrol bases. We came upon an IED belt where we found 11 IEDs, then we found one the hard way. My truck was struck by a 250lb IED. It threw my MRAP in the air and flipped it over. I broke my back in two places, T12 and L4. It caused massive trauma to my spinal cord. My back is now fused together from T10 to iliac (middle of my shoulder blades to my hips). I also developed a condition called arachnoiditis, (an inflammation on the membrane that protects the spinal cord and the central nervous system). This condition causes excruciating nerve pain in my back and in both of my legs. Due to the trauma to my spinal cord and nerves, I cannot feel anything in my legs below my knees. I also developed a condition known as drop foot, meaning I cannot control either of my feet. Without prosthetic braces my feet fall down when I lift my legs up. I also broke my left elbow and arm. It had to be reconstructed and is now reinforced with a titanium plate and 10 screws. I broke my right patella and tore my right meniscus. I also have PTS(D “optional”) and Traumatic Brain Injury. Because of the blast, I am now a partial paraplegic and I am wheelchair bound at all times. But I have remained determined. Over the last two years, I have been doing physical therapy through the VA. More importantly I’ve been doing physical therapy at home. I’ll prop myself up with a walker or forearm crutches to bear weight. That has brought me to the point where I can stand up using a cane to balance. The human body is an amazing machine that can somehow heal itself. It blows my mind that I can’t feel anything below my waist but I can stand up. I am extremely lucky to have my beautiful wife Hillary and our two children at my side. I have no clue what I would do or where I would be at in my recovery without them. They have been my rock through this extremely difficult and trying time in all of our lives. My wife is an amazing caregiver and my kids are such great helpers when it comes to getting my wheelchair for me, getting my braces for my legs, helping me put my shoes on and keeping a clear path in the house, so I don’t run over their toys.

I was also lucky enough to find an organization called Wishes for Warriors. When the thought of my injury finally sunk in, I thought there was no way in hell I would be able to hunt, fish or do anything outdoors again. I figured that I was just stuck in my chair and that was it. My wife was on Facebook one day and the wishes for Warriors organization came across her news feed. She’s told me about it, and I got on their website and checked it out. I contacted them to see if there was anything they could do to get me back out into the outdoors. My thought was that since its vets helping vets I can’t go wrong with that. Vets have that mentality that you can make anything happen with very little. I told Bryan at Wishes for Warriors that I wanted to go to deer hunting, but I’m stuck in a wheelchair. He told me that it wasn’t a problem. He assured me that Wishes for Warriors could figure it out.

And they did! I harvested a deer on that trip and was hooked with the organization. Since then I’ve gone on trips with other vets and have been promoting Wishes for Warriors everywhere I go. I was really excited to find out that they aren’t just a one trip organization. It’s more of a family. I’ve met so many great vets through this organization, and I do what I can to give back. I care about vets because I know what it’s like to be in their shoes. I have suffered through hard times, I have lost brothers in combat, and I have battled my own demons and I know what it’s like to live with PTS(D “optional”). I want to be able to help them in any way that I can. Wishes for Warriors made it possible for me to get back into the great outdoors!


Gold Prospecting By Dane Horrocks

There comes a time in every rightlyconstructed boy’s life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. – Mark Twain




hen it comes to prospecting for gold, most people think of places like California and Alaska. What most don’t realize is that Utah has its fair share of gold, too. Just ask Dane Horrocks – he is known as The Utah Prospector in many treasure-hunting circles. Horrocks has spent years prospecting and has a great grasp on some of the best gold-bearing areas in Utah. Horrocks recently stated: “I dig gold solely for the fun of it. The thrill that comes from finding gold is like none other. There is something inherently special about it and here it is – People don’t find gold and then leave it there, they always take it and they keep it. This means that when you find that gold nugget you’re the first person to see it, and it’s yours! You did the work, you dug it, you found it, and that excitement plays to our most basic human instincts.”

In addition to prospecting for gold, Dane Horrocks also enjoys gem hunting and metal detecting for old silver coins. “I have always been a bit of a treasure hunter. Watching movies like White Fang as a kid helped me realize that there is fun and excitement to be had outdoors.” Horrocks goes on to say: “Prospecting is only half the fun. The other half comes from filming our adventures and then sharing the experiences with my friends and followers. There are many who vicariously accompany me on these trips through the videos we make, and that means a lot.” Dane has a YouTube channel where he films his prospecting and gold-finding adventures. For people who want to learn more, there are a few recommended avenues. The Utah Gold Prospectors Club ( is a great club and owns several of the best claims in Utah. There is also a Southern Utah club called STG Prospectors. ( A great book to read is Gold Panning in Utah, by Alan Chenworth, which is a specific guide for places to pan. Occasionally Dane does guided gold-excursions out to his claim. Should you want to contact Dane or accompany him please feel free to send him an e-mail.

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he word “therapeutic� came to mind as I trudged in the dark down a poorly marked trail in the Jemez Mountains on a beautiful September morning in 1988. The mystery of spending time in the mountains with the weight of base camp strapped to my back and bow in my hand was only surpassed by my absolute ignorance on exactly what to do with this Elk tag in my pocket. Fortunately, I had a mentor. Todd Pilgrim, a childhood friend of mine from our small hometown in Northern Minnesota, had the unenviable task of teaching me the finer points of archery elk hunting. How tough could this be? I had been anticipating this hunt for months and getting a three day reprieve from the 80 hours a week grind of coaching college athletes provided a much needed break, a time to relax. Two hours into our march we neared a clearing fully expecting a good view of the park and anything that might be in it. Unfortunately, clouds and fog





restricted our visibility to a frustrating 50 yards in any direction. We stood there in complete silence, watching the darkness slowly give way to the faint shapes of small trees and bushes 100 yards, then 200 yards, then 300 yards out. Todd looked squarely at me and whispered that he was going to “give a toot!” – His words for mimicking a bull elk in the rut with his mouth gagging diaphragm, and what looked like a foot long section of vacuum hose. His message to me, ever the educator, was while there probably would be no response of any kind from another bull being so early in the rut, we had come here to hunt so let’s hunt. The beautiful three-pitch melody was, and still is, an awe-inspiring sound. Amplified in this foggy setting, it was all the more magical. Suddenly, and to Todd’s great surprise, the real magic announced its arrival and my life changed, forever. And I mean forever. Back in the timber and still in the fog, probably 500 yards away, came a firebreathing creature producing sounds like I had never heard. More guttural than beautiful, it left no doubt that we were uninvited. As I squinted to see through the fog, I turned to ask Todd what our next move was, but there was no Todd. I looked down the ridge and Todd was already 75 yards out and picking up steam, so off I charged after him. Weighing in at a svelte 270 with an additional 70 pounds on my back, and Todd mashing the scale at 155, I became keenly aware that this competition was futile. Only after Todd had jumped the creek and powered up the other side did I realize that I was beginning to lose feeling in my legs with the taste of blood beginning to rise in the back of my throat. You know that taste, like the first time in PE class you had to run the 400 yard dash and got your first glimpse of what death must be like. That feeling was spreading over my entire body at the same speed as the bull that was heading to my exact location. As I crested the ridge I noticed Todd crouched behind a small bush with an arrow nocked.

Just ahead of me there was a fallen tree with the root system exposed leaving a mini crater like a sign from God. Airborne for a split second as I jumped in, I noticed the hole was deeper than I thought. My bodyweight and pack weight drove me deep into the rain sodden dirt, landing me on my side in the mud gasping for air. I managed to right myself and drop my pack with a considerable racket. I was by now acutely aware that my hearing was also one of the senses that was leaving the building but not so much that I couldn’t make out the sound of another raspy bugle followed by broken limbs and flashes of the tan hide. I had seen enough videos to know that I was supposed to get my arrow in position for the shot, which I did just in time. Here he

came on a string with a full head of steam and snot shooting out of his nostrils. I was conscious of my surroundings but my vital signs must have been a mess. Despite having been in and around highly competitive athletic events my entire life, nothing could have prepared me for the intensity I was now experiencing. The combination of not having enough oxygen in my lungs, an overabundance of adrenaline surging through my veins, nausea, the loss of feeling in my limbs and no real understanding of what I should do next, left me unsure as to whether I should draw my bow back now or holler to Todd for help. The bull made the decision for me as he ran square into my scent stream and disappeared so fast it was like he was never there. I was left alone thinking to myself, if I respond so cowardly to this, my very first encounter with an Elk, how pitiful would I be in the face of an enemy with a gun shooting back at me? I’d heard of the “Fog of War” but the “Fog of Hunting”!? What gives? Lucky for me, Todd was qualified to talk me off the ledge and make some sense out of what had just happened. I was now an ordained elk hunter! As I sat there gathering my wits, another thought came to me. If I ever doubted or under appreciated how physically demanding the life of a hunter could be, those thoughts were now erased forever. This true story is where the seeds of Wilderness Athlete came from. I knew that day that with my relationships in the athletic world, I was in a very unique position to create something of value for my brothers and sisters who live for these moments and desire to pursue them as long as humanly and healthfully possible. In the words of Steve Prefontaine, the great American distance runner who lost his life living at full speed, “To not give your best is to sacrifice the gift!”. I hope Wilderness Athlete can be a part of helping you be your best. Hunt Long – Hunt Strong. – Coach P

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Turkey SeaSon Some quick info on these Western States

UTAH If you want to experience the thrill of hunting a strutting, gobbling tom turkey, but you don’t have a hunting permit yet, no problem — permits to participate in Utah’s general turkey hunt are now on sale. You can buy a permit Online, from more than 300 hunting license agents across Utah and at Division of Wildlife Resources offices. There’s no limit to the number of permits that can be sold, so you’ll have no problem getting one. The general statewide hunt starts May 1 for those who are 17 years of age or younger. The general hunt, for hunters of all ages, starts May 4. -UT DNR IDAHO To obtain a 2016 Turkey permit you must submit your controlled hunt application electronically or at any IDFG license vendor. Opening dates start around April 15th and continue into May. Please check with IDFG for exact dates and hunt areas.


n iS Here ARIZONA A Hunt Permit-tag is obtained only through the application and draw process, EXCEPT for archery-only hunters, you must obtain a non-permit-tag from a license dealer. Opening dates are April 22 or April 29th depending on your area. Please check with Arizona Game and Fish Department for exact dates and open areas.

NEVADA To obtain a tag in NV you need to submit your application on-line at by Feb 2, 2016. If you missed the deadline the Nevada Department of Wildlife will continue to sell leftover remaining tags at or over the counter at the Wildlife Administrative Services in Fallon, NV. Opening dates start in March but the season continues into April and May depending on your area. Please check with the Nevada Department of Wildlife for unit areas and exact dates.


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BT Pearson Tires

204 N Bluff St, St George, UT 84770 (435) 628-0431

Camping World RV Sales 1500 Hilton Dr., St George, UT 84770 (855) 461-8780

Cumberland Buildings

McNeil Engineering 315 Hilton Dr # 3, St George, UT 84770 (435) 673-5127


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Summit Athletic Club

Kings Camo

405 E St George Blvd, St George, UT 84770 (435) 673-1150

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1094 E Tabernacle St, St George, UT 84770 (435) 674-4008

Town & Country Bank

Wildlife Adventure Park

Sportsman’s Warehouse

Dixie Gun & Fish

(435) 632-8684

1500 Aultman St, Ely, NV 89301 (775) 289-8886 855-957-4337

468 W St George Blvd, St George, UT 84770 (435) 628-7277

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AVId Hunting & outdoors April-June 2016


“Because They Gave It All…We Are Giving It Back!”

“ is the very price and condition of man’s survival.” -Carlos P. Ramulo

Sgt. Corey Garmon, US Army

First bull elk as a double amputee

Check out the smile on this soldier’s face! Sgt. Corey Garmon, from Wishes For Warriors, was invited to Utah for a bull elk adventure with Jana Waller from SkullBound TV and The R & K Hunting Co.! Corey successfully harvested his first bull elk hunt here in Henefer, Utah thanks to The R & K Hunting Co. as a double amputee proving that you CAN live out your dreams and passions after experiencing a life altering injury. This wish wouldn’t have been made possible without Jana Waller and the incredible guides at The R & K Hunting Co. Together, we are changing lives…One vet at a time!

Wishes For Warriors is a tax exempt 501(c)(3) Organization EIN#46-4558308 74

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