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Travis Deacon - Winner of 2009 harvest photo

President’s Message - Billy Lewis Greetings All, Hope that the season has treated everyone well and that all your the feathered shafts found the spot you sent them to. We have had some changes within the TBM leadership since the Spring/ Summer newsletter & last meeting that all of you should be aware of. Jake Fischer, who has been our VP for a little over a year, has recently accepted a job with the US Border Patrol and has been relocated for the next year and a half or so to the Southern border. Longtime TBM member Brant Oswald has agreed to step up to the VP position and I for one am very thankful to have him on board. Brant brings a strong backgound in organizational leadership as well as a solid background in fundraising efforts from his involvement with our local Trout Unlimited and Federation of Flyfishers chapters. Please welcome him and thank him for his time and expanded commitment to the TBM when you see him. Our next event is the 7th Annual TBM Convention which will again be held at Chico Hot Springs on Jan 29 & 30th, 2010. The Chico folks did a nice job for us last year and are ready to take care of us again. We’ve recently confirmed Bryce Lambley as our guest speaker this year. I’m sure many of you know Bryce from his numerous articles in the Traditional Bowhunter and PBS magazines, and we are lucky enough to have him make the trip from Nebraska to join us for the weekend. I would encourage all of you to send in your banquet registration & make your room reservations EARLY as the rooms were sold out last year and any remaining spaces in our block of reserved rooms will be released to the public a few weeks prior to the convention. The convention flyer, registration form as well as contact info for Chico are found elsewhere in this newsletter, so do it now if you’re planning on coming. Finally, if you are a donor/vendor and wish to have a booth at this year’s convention you need to tell me right away!! Space for vendors is an 8’ table space and these spaces are very limited and strictly first come, first served. You have been warned, so NO whining at convention time. If you want a spot you need to tell me NOW! As for other TBM news, I have an update on the 2010 North American Longbow Safari. As most of you know we will be hosting this annual gathering of longbow enthusiasts, for the 4th time this coming June 26th & 27th at the Fawn Creek Campground area in Libby. Putting on this shoot is a HUGE undertaking and I will be calling upon each and every one of you to help out with the Safari as I simply cannot pull this one off on my own. This is our most significant fundraiser both in terms of effort as well as financial reward, and the work begins now (or at least as soon as hunting season wraps up) with tasks ranging from target construction, donation solicitations, and especially securing target sponsorships. I need individual TBM members to step up and serve your organization in the following capacity • I need 1-2 members who are willing to take the lead on selling the target sponsorships, to include organizing a small subcommittee of folks (4 or 5 ish) from around the state in gathering as many sponsors that we can, as well as keeping track of who sponsored which targets and lastly, generating the signs to advertise the sponsors at the individual target locations. The more targets we get sponsored, the fewer we have to buy out of our own pocket, and the more we make on the Safari. • I need Approximately 10-12 members (or small groups of same) who are willing to home-make a unique & possibly even mechanical African (or otherwise) target for the Safari. In the past we have had everything from a lifesized giraffe (which I would love to resurrect if someone is feeling creative-Dino, are you up for the challenge again??), swinging monkeys (on a pulley), black widow spiders, & rotating rabbits, to an anatomically correct hinged waist gorilla that pounds on the ground and stands at the yank of a pulley to allow the shooters a shot. I think you get the idea.... use your imagination, but please let me know ASAP if and what you will be making so that I can start getting a final list of targets together and fill in the gaps with the purchase of new and/or blem targets from Rinehart, as I got the TBM set up with club membership pricing through them a few weeks ago. If you need ideas for targets take a look at the pictures from the following link which are from last year’s gathering. These guys had some great and super unique target ideas for the 2009 Safari. • I need 1-2 members to co-chair the TBM convention at Chico with Brant and myself, and I would also like to have a subcommittee (4-6 ish ideally) in which to delegate assorted duties to, but whose energies will primarily be devoted to donation gathering, as well as documentation and tracking of same so no one gets missed. That is about it from me for this go round. Get those donations gathered for the convention and let me know what has come in as soon as you can, so we can get a list of supporters generated and make sure folks don’t accidentally get hit up twice. I’m looking forward to seeing many of you in Chico and hope to catch the rest of you further on down the trail. Best of Luck with whatever seasons you are still enjoying Cheers,

Billy Lewis


Vice President’s Message - Brant Oswald Greetings to the TBM membership! I was recently appointed by TBM president and fellow bow ed instructor Billy Lewis to the VP position as a result of Jake Fisher’s relocation. For those of you I have not yet met, here is a bit of an introduction. I am a fishing outfitter in Livingston, where I live with my wife Pauline and Labradors Belle and Rio. I have been in Livingston for over 20 years, and have worked as a fishing guide, fly shop manager, and now as an outfitter, guide and fly fishing instructor. I grew up in southern Idaho, where I chased mule deer as a teenager, armed with my prized Bear Super Kodiak. Without real bowhunting mentors, my friends and I posed little threat to the deer population, but I learned to love the flight of an arrow and the challenges that bowhunting offers. The compound craze and time commitments to my college career meant I drifted away from bowhunting for a number of years. When I moved to Livingston, living around whitetails convinced me to drag out my recurve and rediscover my passion for bowhunting. I have worked on conservation and resource issues over the years, donating time and energy to organizations like California Trout, Trout Unlimited, and the Federation of Flyfishers, and I served for several years on the Governor’s Upper Yellowstone River Task Force. I am also proud to be one of the local instructors for the IBEF bow ed course. I hope my experience and and organizational skills will be useful to TBM-starting with helping Billy plan the banquet in January. I look forward to seeing many of you then.

Brant Oswald

117 S. 9th St. Livingston, MT 59047 Web site:

Publications Designer/Editor - Yana Robertson Hello to the Traditional Bowhunters of Montana! I hope this issue finds you well and in happy times. I would like to fling a special thank you to all the members that have contributed to The Voice in the past and the present. Without you there wouldn’t be a newsletter and I want you to all know how much I appreciate and enjoy your contributions. Since I will be moving to Alaska, I’m asking for everyone’s help for photos and contributions for The Voice, as well as keeping me informed and up-to-date on events, news, etc. This way I will be able to keep the website more informative and helpful as well as the newsletter(s). For any of the supporters or people that have donated to the TBM, please email me your website link/email address and I will add it to our website at Also, if there is anything special you would like to see, please let me know! Thank you for being important elements in this wonderful organization, please help me to keep it strong! Keep Flinging Arrows,

Yana Lee Robertson

P.O. Box 1101 Sitka, AK 99835

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Harvests: 1) Tim Geis 2) Paul Hopkins 3) Herb Meland 4) Doug Campbell 5) Robb Sager with Isabelle 6) Isabelle(5), Genevieve(3), and Robb Sager 7) Dick Robertson 8) Doug Campbell 9) Yote Robertson

Photo Contributions: 10) Rob Sager with Genevieve 11) Genevieve 12) - 16) Eric Shepard with 13) featuring Andrew Hermance on his first backcountry elk adventure


by: Grant and Linda Bonnice P.O. Box 1517 East Helena, MT 59635

Maple Meatballs

This can be made with any ground meat(s), including wild game, in any combination. My personal favorite is ground antelope. 3 Ibs. ground meat(s) 1 cup Italian seasoned bread crumbs 3 large eggs, beaten 4 tablespoons heavy whipping cream 1 large red onion, finely chopped 2 cloves garlic, minced 2 tablespoons poppy seeds 2 tablespoons sesame seeds 1 tablespoon salt 1 tablespoon white pepper Olive oil 5 tablespoons white Worcestershire sauce 2 tablespoons dried chives 2 tablespoons dried basil leaves 16 oz. of your favorite dark beer (no light beer or green bottled beer) 16 oz. ketchup 1 cup pure maple syrup Add cream to eggs and blend well. Combine ground meat, breadcrumbs, egg mixture, onion, garlic, poppy seeds, sesame seeds, salt and pepper. Lightly mix with your hands; don’t over blend. Roll into small balls. In large Dutch oven, combine Worcestershire sauce, chives, basil, beer and ketchup. Heat on medium heat until warm, then add maple syrup and simmer on warm. Meanwhile, in a large skillet, add enough olive oil to brown meatballs. Heat skillet on medium high heat and brown meatballs on all sides until done. Add meatballs to Worcestershire sauce/beer mixture and simmer on low for 2 to 3 hours. Serve hot with your favorite bread or over pasta. The meatballs also freeze well.

Baked Elk Medallions

1 large elk backstrap cut into approximately 1/2 inch thick pieces (any wild game you have may be substituted) 2 cups flour 1 teaspoon garlic powder 1 teaspoon sage 1 teaspoon oregano 1 teaspoon tarragon 1 teaspoon thyme 1 teaspoon basil Olive oil 2 cans Rote I brand tomatoes with diced green chilies 1 16 oz. container of sour cream 1 can of cream of asparagus soup 1 can of cream of chicken soup Paprika Preheat oven to 400 degrees. In a large bowl, combine and mix well the flour and garlic powder, sage, oregano, tarragon, thyme and basil. Set aside. In a separate bowl combine canned tomatoes, sour cream, and the canned soups. In a large skillet add enough olive oil to brown fillets and heat on medium-high heat until hot. Dredge fillets in flour mixture and place in skillet browning them quickly on both sides. Remove fillets and set aside. In 9x13 inch glass baking dish, spoon some of the tomato and soup mixture on the bottom and place the fillets on top. Add remaining mixture over the top of the fillets to cover. Bake for 40 minutes until bubbly. Remove from oven let stand for approximately 5 minutes. Sprinkle with paprika and serve with wild rice or sauteed mushrooms and a nice salad. Enjoy!

2010 North American Longbow Safari June 26th & 27th 2010

Fawn Creek Campground area in Libby, MT camping targets fun food visiting competitions

For more information or to view a brochure please visit us online at under News and Events, or contact your President Billy Lewis at 406-220-1837 or by email at

Seventh Annual TBM Convention

Chico Hot Springs Resort - Pray - MT Friday and Saturday - Jan 29th and 30th - 2010 • Fine dining and lounge • Visiting with friends and fellow traditional bowhunters • • Elections • Annual Raffle • Silent Auctions • Hot Springs • Vendors • • Chico Hot Springs Resort - #1 Old Chico Rd, Pray, MT • Reservations - Call 1-800-468-9232 to reserve a room • Cost - Admission to convention and seminars is free, banquet tickets are TBA *non-members welcome* • Vendor space is available in exchange for a donation of traditionally oriented goods or services. Please contact Billy Lewis at 406-220-1837 or to make a donation and/or reserve your space. • Raffles/Silent Auction - Our annual bucket raffle will be drawn during the banquet Saturday evening. The silent auction will be ongoing from Friday evening thru Saturday’s banquet and donations are graciously accepted through Saturday evening. The raffle is our primary fundraiser for the year and winners need not be present to win. As always raffle tickets will be sold only at the convention. For Additional Information or to make a Donation: Contact Billy Lewis at 406-220-1837 or by email at

Guest Speaker Profile: Bryce Lambly Bryce Lambley has been seriously bowhunting big game since 1981, and using traditional archery equipment since 1988. A schoolteacher/coach from Fremont Nebraska, Lambley also writes the weekly outdoor recreation column for his local daily newspaper, the Fremont Tribune, in addition to freelancing for various hunting magazines, primarily Traditional Bowhunter, Bowhunter Magazine, and The Professional Bowhunter. In 2008, he released his first book, My Neck of the Woods, to solid reviews. It is available directly from the author or from traditional vendors Three Rivers Archery, Kustom King Archery, and The Nocking Point. A second book is in the works and is expected in the next year. Bryce grew up as the eldest of four sons and a daughter to a father who was a teacher/ coach and avid outdoorsman, and a mother who was an avid writer. It would seem the apple did not fall far from the tree. Introduced to hunting, trapping and fishing at an early age, his love for the outdoors outdoors is wide-ranging but bowhunting big game is by far his greatest passion. He generally spends anywhere from 80 to 100 hunts each year in his home state trying to outwit whitetail deer. In addition, he frequently hunts Iowa and has also made trips to South Dakota, Colorado, Alaska, Manitoba, and Alberta. He has also made two journeys to Zimbabwe and South Africa. He is a Regular Member of the Professional Bowhunters Society. He is also a Life Member of National Rifle Association, and belongs to the Compton Traditional Archers, Nebraska Bowhunters Association, Nebraska Traditional Archers, and the United States Sportsmen’s Alliance. He is past President of the NBA, and believes it is vitally important for bowhunting organizations to be fraternal in nature, as well as politically active in protective our seasons. Bryce and his wife Mary have two young daughters, Hayley (8) and Emily (6).

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Archery Past 19417 Indian Summer Rd. Bend, OR. 97702 Banovich Art, Inc. 2 Pine Creek Rd. Livingston, MT. 59047 Bear’s Paw Archery 230 Juniper Ln Lakeside, MT. 59922 Big Sky Archery 120 Pollywog Belgrade, MT. 59714 Big Sky Embroidery 1014 W Park St #4 Livingston, MT. 59047 Bill Owens 8408 Little Gully Run Bozeman, MT. 59715 Bob Morgan PO Box 1995 Colstrip, MT. 59323 Brant Oswald 117 S 9th St Livingston, MT. 59047 Braveheart Archery 10708 Hickman Heights Rd Kansas City MO 64137 Camp Chef 675 N. 600 W. Logan, UT. 84321 Centaur Archery 104 Highland Dr Corvallis, MT. 59828 Chad Sivertsen 1091 Blue Slide Rd Thompson Falls, MT. 59873 Chad Yoakam 25 Guthrie Lane Livingston, MT. 59047 Craig Hermance 230 Tower Rd Belgrade, MT. 59714 Don Thomas 1898 Timberline Dr. Lewistown, MT. 59457 Doug Campbell 46 W Boulder Rd McLeod, MT. 59052 Eclipse Broadheads 11067 Red Maple Dr. Boise, ID. 83709 Frontier Anglers 680 N. Montana Dillon, MT. 59725 Full Draw Outfitters 32817 Lake View Rd Trinidad, CO. 81082 Gary Carvajal 10800 Oral Zumwalt Way Missoula, MT. 59803 Gene Wensel PO Box 234 Libertyville, IA. 52567 Headwaters Seat Covers 702 3rd Ave W Three Forks, MT. 59752 Jerry Krauth 26 Washbowl Drive Columbus, MT. 59019 Jim Onderko PO Box 818 Darby, MT. 59829 John McDaniel 14361 Norris Rd. Manhattan, MT. 59741 John Ulberg PO Box 920 E Helena, MT. 59635 Joseph Myers 2224 Hwy 87 E #219 Billings, MT. 59101 Justin Deacon 421 W 5th Ave N Columbus, MT. 59015 Karen campbell 46 W. Boulder Rd McLeod, MT. 59052 Kent & Debbie Brown PO Box 776 Columbus, MT. 59019 Leo Schmaus Box 218 Hardin, MT. 59034 Mark Baker 5046 US 89 South Livingston, MT. 59047 Marv Clynke 7190 S. Boulder Rd. Boulder CO. 80303 Mike Shepard 351 7th Ave. E. N. Columbia Falls MT. 59912 Montana Decoy 2690 Wagoneer Rd Colstrip, MT. 59323 Mountain Top Traditional Arrows 1758 Three Mile Dr. Kalispell, MT. 59901 Nick Siebrasse 4996 Bullhook Rd Havre, MT. 59501 Orion Institute/ Jim Posewitz 219 Vawter Helena, MT. 59604 Pronghorn Bows 2491 W 42nd St Casper, WY 82604 Robertson Stykbow 989 Stykbow Ln Forest Grove, MT. 59441 Rusty Izatt 949 Constitution Ave Billings, MT. 59102 Sapphire Archery 2705 Sage Springs Ct. Billings, MT. 59106 Schafer Bows 312 Helena Flats Rd. Kalispell, MT. 59901 Schnee’s Boots and Shoes 121 W. Main St. Bozeman, MT. 59715 Screaming Eagle PO Box 96 Ovando, MT. 59854 Sportsmans Warehouse 2214 Tschache Ln. Bozeman MT. 59718 Sportsmans Warehouse 3676 Pierce Pkwy Billings, MT. 59106 Todd Alisch 2520 38th St SE Havre, MT. 59501 Toelke Archery 3280 Lost Creek Lane Ronan, MT. 59864 Traditional Bowhunter Magazine PO Box 519 Eagle, ID. 83616 Vikki Robertson 989 Stykbow Ln Forest Grove, MT. 59441 Whispering Wind Arrows 77 Pointe Way Hamilton, MT. 59840 Yellowstone Bows 280 Hwy 14A East Lovell, WY. 82431 Yellowstone Gateway Sports 1106 W. Park Street Livingston, MT. 59047

Fir shafts, Youth Quiver & Armgard, Pro dippers Artist Proof Whitetail Print Flemish String Jig (2) X-Scent Shirts Embroidered Fleece Blanket Longbow Country Book Stone Knife Float Trip for 2 1/2 dz STOS & 1/2 dz tusker broadheads Camp Chef Stove, Dutch Ovens, Cookbooks, Cobbler & Skookie Makers, Candle, Cutting Boards, & Hot Dog Cookers 2 Custom Armguards with Compass Helle Knife Kit, Muzzy Decals, & 2 Hats Full Day Float Trip for 2 Log Coffee Table 4 Autographed Books Custom Knife 1 Dozen Broadheads and Eclipse Hats Yellow Jacket Broadhead Target 10 VHS Tapes and 4 DVDs Game Cart Best of TBM Book & 2 Primal Dreams DVDs Custom Seat Covers- ½ set Decorative Arrow with P&Y Commemorative Head (2) Tanning Kits Books, Wingbone Call & Lessons Framed Watercolor Print 1 Doz Custom Arrows Walrus Ivory and Knapped Stone Knife Gift Basket Calendar, Mug, Wine, & Candles $100 Cash & Broadhead Target Selfbow Scrimshaw beltbuckle and speaking fee 1 Dozen Arrows, 5 Dozen Shafts & King of the Mtn Bowhunters Jacket Antelope Decoy Pair 1 Dozen Arrows 2 Dozen Shafts Autographed 3 Book Set $35 Cash and 3 Books $250 Gift Certificate Custom Hand Tooled Armguard Custom Longbow Kids Longbow Pair of Schnee’s Boots Screaming Eagle Treestand 20% off coupons & (10) $20 Gift Cards 20% off Coupons & (2) $50 Gift Cards 2 Dozen Shafts Custom Recurve & $100 Gift Certificate Books, Stickers, Apparel & License Plate Holders 4 Candle Set 1 Doz Custom Arrows 2 Dozen Fir Shafts Pair of Binoculars

Thank You!

Ye Olde Bowhunter By: Mike Shepard

Did you ever have a strange thing happen to you? Dumb question, ain’t it? But for me, every time I take either the longbow out or my favorite recurve for the walk in the feels strangely good. Why? In January 2004, I had around 1,000 pounds of copper tubing fall off a rack, crushing my distal biceps tendon completely off my left forearm. This totally severed the tendons and causing some major surgery to be done. My doc assured me I would be shooting a bow within four to six months. It actually was 16 months before I was back shooting a hunting weight bow. The loss and gain of my passion is why I love to take my bows for a walk. The accident came close to ending my shooting of heavy-weight hunting bows. Fast forward to a cold front, temps at zero degrees with three to six inches of fresh snow and crystal clear skies on October 9, 2009. Leaving my camp at daylight, I was bundled in warm wool camo. I went one way first until I found a single set of wolf tracks chasing my morning deer group to God knows where. I decided to switch and went to another location starting up a grated road. About a mile up there I heard a racket! Looking in my binocs I saw about 20 to 30 ravens flying around, many on the ground, so I knew something was dead and the ravens were there for their breakfast. As I approached, I could see many of them just sitting on the ground making their “ka-ka” noise. As I approached, for some unknown reason, I put a Sitka Spruce shaft on the string, something I never do while walking, and if I remember right I muttered something about lions. When I made it to the spot, I looked up the mountain into a deep uphill ravine and located a tail, a head, and one leg sticking out of a bury spot. It stunk! A dead muley doe, and as I looked around my eyes went to a funny colored spot on the upper bench. At that moment when I saw eyes I saw a black bear arise, growl, and start running right at me. As it came down the hill, it was flying! Hitting the slope to come to me it slipped, while I was stepping to my right at full draw. Releasing the arrow in one fluid motion, all I can remember is the shaft burying itself, the bear spinning around me, and running up the hill. Then left into the deep ravine all was quiet.....except for my heart. I put my poop in a group, waited a while, and hit the blood trail. It lasted about 70 yards ending with a dead bear in the ravine bottom. The arrow, showing post-mortem views, had gone in the bear’s high left lung and into liver with about two inches of a Zwickey 2-blade broadhead and two inches of shaft sticking out of the right side. It had bled out quickly. My shot was at about eight feet. Close enough, I guess. It took me about one hour to slide the bear down the brushy ravine, and I posed it at the bottom of her ravine, right below the doe kill site. The sow must have been harassed enough that I was next on her list to attack. The bear has a beautiful chocolate coat, weighing in around 250 to 300 pounds, and approaches six feet. With a really big pumpkin head, and was dry, she was a big and very old sow. The longbow that Dave Windauer built for me has now scored on one caribou last fall, one 5x5 cross-bred muley/ whitetail buck on the last fall on the last day of bow season, and now a chocolate colored trophy black bear. Thanks Dave. At age 60, this bowhunter is still doing it the hard way, walking where I go with stick and string in hand. Keep them straight and sharp.

The Luck of the Draw By: Dick Robertson

After forty years of putting in for a Montana mountain goat permit, I couldn’t believe my eyes and double-checked the Fish and Game website a couple of times. Only once I had the goat permit in hand did I truly believe I had drawn one. One of the first people I contacted was Billy Lewis to tell him the good news. I think he was more excited than I was and did quite a bit of research on my goat area with local bowhunters about what part of the area to scout out. After a Midsummer trip with Billy into the Lee Metcalf wilderness area, we determined there were plenty of mountain goats in stock able terrain. I had a sheep hunt planned in August with my son Yote and Doug Borland in the Brooks range, where Jay Massey and Doug had taken a couple of full curl rams thirty years earlier. I figured if I survived the sheep hunt I should be in pretty good shape for hunting goats. A lot of anticipation in the hunt involves getting your gear together. I started planning what equipment I would use on both hunting trips. About four years earlier, Justin Deacon had built a 54 inch sinew backed steam-bent recurve that I fell in love with. I talked him into trading it to me. With it I harvested a nice four-point Whitetail buck with stone heads and decided I needed to make a little longer version. The next summer Justin help me rough out an Osage bow and we steam bent the tips to make a 58 inch duplicate of the bow he had made. We then sinew backed the bow with Moose sinew from a couple of bulls that Larry and Jake Fischer had shot with their bows in Idaho. After letting the sinew cure for a couple of weeks I did the final tillering and made the bow fairly heavy at 70+ pounds. It was a little more bow than I could handle, but felt I could build into it. I had specifically planned on using the bow for a Dall sheep in 2007 but had to cancel the hunt. Tom Martini had shot the bow and could handle it fine and in a weak moment traded me out of it. In 2008 Yote and I went on a sheep hunt and I originally packed a laminated recurve but since this year we were going into one of Jay Massey’s old haunts, I felt the only bow I could take would have to be a self-bow and I talked Tom into trading it back to me. After receiving the bow back I tweaked the recurve into better alignment and reduce the weight to about 60 pounds at 28 inches and fell in love with the bow. It seems to contain part of my soul. Ishii, the last of the Yana tribe, had used an otter skin quiver. Since Yote had trapped a couple earlier in Alaska, I decided that I would attempt to make a Plains Indian style quiver out of one of the River otters. I had used these types of quivers before and found them very functional. I could use it on my side while hunting, and then shorten up the strap and put it on my back for climbing. I left the quiver out a little so I could fold back the rear end of it to cover up the fletching and keep them dry in the rain. Plus it looked cool as hell. I had quite a time finding any arrow spine that would work out of the recurve as it seemed very critical of spine. Billy offered to make me some arrows for the sheep and goat hunt and wondered if I had any naturally barred turkey feathers. Most of what I had were chewed up by moths but I had killed a Turkey that spring with my bow and cut some primaries out of the wing to send to Billy. Some of the feathers were only slightly mottled with color rather than being fully barred and one was solid gray. I got some Shurwood shafts made out of Douglas fir from Dave Doran at archery past and sent them to Billy, the makings for two dozen arrows. The next weekend I traveled down to Livingston to see Billy’s progress. When I got there he was in the middle of not only dying the hen feathers red but also was hand grinding the quills on a small belt sander, which is labor intensive. We sorted and straightened the shafts and found the best

ing the quills on a small belt sander, which is labor intensive. We sorted and straightened the shafts and found the best dozen and I returned home. Billy sent me the dozen completed arrows and they flew great. He also let me know that there was a special arrow fletched with the solid gray feather, it was super straight and had the strongest grain. I really appreciate Billy’s involvement with making my arrows, which added even more good medicine for my upcoming hunts. I always made sure my special arrow and another with mottled feathers were in my quiver but in no special order and would just be shot by the luck of the draw. A 20 mile hike into Jay’s and Doug’s sheep area with heavy backpacks was rewarded on the second day of the hunt when Yote’s dream came true. He killed a full curl Ram. Six days later, I was fortunate enough to harvest a beautiful curl and a quarter ram with one of the mottled arrows. The hunt was truly unbelievable for not only Yote to kill a great ram but I as well. Fourteen days in the field hunting hard in steep terrain, as well as packing out fully loaded packs which approached 100 pounds was very taxing on our bodies. I only had a few days to recuperate before setting out on the goat hunt. Yote canceled plans to guide a Moose hunter and accompany me on a once-in-a-lifetime goat hunt in Montana. Billy also planned on meeting us to share the hunt after we spent a couple of days scouting. On the first day of hunting Yote spotted a nice billy in some steep terrain that eventually bedded down in an area we felt was stalkable. Some steep scrambling as the light was fading put me within 30 yards of the billy goat. My arrow cut hair and made enough sparks to set the billy on fire as the full force hit solid rock. I expected to see major damage to the arrow but was amazed to see it in one piece and the luck of the draw showed me it was my special arrow that had survived. Billy showed up, and we made plans to hunt a ridge line right behind camp that was over 10,000 feet in elevation. We spotted some nice billys in some precarious terrain and headed out to make my final approach. As we moved along the ridgeline Yote spotted a goat 30 yards below him. I backtracked up to Yote’s position and we all watched as the lone nanny watched us with curiosity. I ducked out of sight and tried to shorten the distance, but found the goat staring at me frontal at about 20 yards. Mountain goats live in some of the steepest nastiest terrain on the continent but don’t seem to be the most wary critters I have hunted. She ended up walking towards me and stood broadside at ten yards. I looked back at Yote and Billy as they encouraged me to shoot and after twenty-one days of hard hunting I put some wood in the air. After being hit, the goat lay down within 50 yards of the top and looked like an easy pack job. However, in the final throes of death she ended up bouncing down the mountainside for another 300 feet. Yote and Billy followed the bloody skid trail down some nasty terrain as I circled around to the where she lay. Billy found a three inch long piece off the tip of my severely groomed goat horns and the remains of my broken arrow as well. I was astonished to see that my special arrow with the luck of the draw had caused the goats demise. That night we cooked up the tenderloins, but after a lot of masticating found it very hard to swallow as goat meat didn’t seemed to be as good as I heard it was, however after a little aging found that the meat had great flavor and was chewable. My primitive equipment constructed with the help of some good friends will be hard to duplicate and I appreciate their involvement in helping me harvest two of the toughest game animals in North America, thanks to the luck of the draw.

The Log Cabin Bull By: Gary Carvajal

It happened so fast, it was over before it could sink in. For at least twenty elk seasons since about 1984, I have hunted elk with a bow and arrow. There were a couple of years due to job constraints, or where we were living at the time, elk hunting was not in the cards some of those years. None the less, when the fall comes around, the glazed look in my eye and short attention span is only magnified. Since we moved to Montana in 1998, the pursuit of elk every fall holds a special place in my heart. There is a lifetime of memories, of close encounters, some close enough to touch, certainly to smell when I think about hunting elk. There was the time a bull was just above me, on a rock ledge on the other side of a scrub of alder, I was crouched down, arrow on the string, only eight maybe nine feet below him, his screaming bugle was deafening this close‌..then he decided he needed to pee. The spray on the rocks splashed my face, pungent and rutty, better smelling than any high cost French perfume. All he had to do step forward two feet and he would be mine‌..but he walked directly away, without offering a shot leaving me with ears ringing, pissed on, but not pissed off. Or the time the cow came in behind me, and sniffed the upper end of my longbow and proceeded to pull up some grass three feet from me, before walking away two, three steps then she got my scent and about caused both of us a heart attack getting out of there. The time when I had about twenty calf elk come to my cow call, to within ten yards, like kids running to the sound of the Ice Cream truck, their mothers raising all kinds of hell just over the ridge, calling their children back. Literally countless images, photographic and mental, all them the product of miles of predawn and post sundown forest and glade forays in search for elk. The pages of my hunting journal chronicle far more elk than whitetail deer, which seems strange at times, there are deer everywhere. But elk have to be gone after, to be sought out, at least for me, the world’s worst elk hunter. There is no elk hunter who has hunted these majestic animals with a bow, who has not had their soul enriched, humbled, broken, and then when it all comes together, overwhelmed. If it were not for the elk rut each fall, life for me would not be worth living. Were it any other animal but an elk, I am not sure I could have kept up the game, the pursuit, the challenge, the chase, the cold, the rain, the heat, the thirst, the pain, the nights away from home for this long. But persistence as whomever they are that say, pays off. This fall, George Withey and another pal Ron Watt invited me to join them on an elk hunt. I could not tell anyone where we were going, and it did not make any difference, I had no idea where we were going and had not been there, so their secret is safe. All of us are of similar age, call us geezers in training, we all have to take some kind of pills and we can remember the Cuban Missile Crisis, before there were the Beatles and so forth. George has killed close to a couple dozen elk with a bow and Ron has tipped over his share, so these were guys who were more than just comfortable in the woods hunting elk with a stick and string. I was in the company of good friends and good hunters. So after about five days of us hunting together at least for part of the day, usually the first fifteen minutes of the morning, we would take off after elk we each could hear in different directions. You might think I could out run Ron, who just got a new knee, has enough screws in his other ankle to outfit a hardware store and has beaten cancer, but dang the guy is just a machine. So like the previous mornings, by about an hour before dawn I found myself alone in the woods, with the elk. Ron and George were just here a minute ago, how do they disappear like that? Oh well. For a half hour, I tried to stay downwind as I closed to within a hundred yards of a bull before I decided to give him a cow call, it was still not daylight, but the clear sky was lightening fast. He answered back, with a gruff growl, and a chuckle, then on both flanks, left and right came two other answers, I did not know those elk were there. Faintly in the distance, behind me, I heard a fourth bull. So, we had the growler, a left wing and a right wing, and tail end Charley. The growler bull had a few cows with him, and at times I had to run as fast as I could in the dark forest of lodgepole to keep up as he rounded up his girls and headed off. Four times over the next two miles, he would answer back to my cow calls, and twice he came to fifty then to forty or so yards, seeing the decoy. But he would come no closer and I needed him half that distance. All the while, the left wing and right wing satellite bulls would flit in and out, offering only glimpses, being subservient to the growler bull, which to me looked like he might go 330, with tail end Charley behind far enough not to catch my wind.

So I was like in the center of the baseball diamond, tail end Charley at second base behind me, with other bulls at first and third base, and the growler at home leading us into the wind, across bogs, meadows, lodgepole thickets and blowdowns until the sun had been up for two hours. Every couple of minutes the growler would just chuckle at the end of his deep guttural bugle, with lefty and righty keeping up, the cows with the growler answering back from time to time. Each time I would set up the decoy and get the growler to turn and come back, the left and right wing bulls would convince him to gather and go. Then we all rounded this ridge in the timber, I could see and hear the growler and a couple of his cows as they moved right past about seven or eight Angus cows in a little open grassy glade no bigger than a half acre, who did not even look up until I trotted to within about forty yards. Then the Angus cows took off sounding not like a herd of cows, no mooing at all, just thundering hooves. Lefty and Righty went nuts screaming their heads off running hard through the timber toward the sound of the thundering feet, all of them in the direction of the growler. From behind me, came the sound of more thundering hooves, I looked and here comes tail end Charley and his young girlfriend….barreling toward me full blast, their heads up, through the timber. Charley is squealing his head off too, wait for me! Wait for me! Acres and acres of black timber all around, and here I am caught in the sunlight, out of breath, sweaty and thirsty with only a fallen down old log cabin walls for cover, can I make it those twenty yards, before they get here? I sprinted the short distance, put an arrow on the string, pulled down my head net, and dared a peek over the ruins of the cabin wall. She is right there! She stopped at the opposite corner of the cabin, fifteen feet away, and turns her head toward me, does not like what she sees, and bolts. In only a heartbeat, Charley takes her place, stops, squeals and watches her, looks then at me, his eyes get real big, a lighter ring around the dark eye clearly visible, then he steps forward. The bow already up and ready, the arrow disappears in less than a flash. I don’t remember the conscious movement of the shot, only the visual picture of the red spot where the shaft went. The distance was no more than five or six yards. Charley took about four steps, the blood pouring out of the wound in his side as he trotted about another twenty yards when his legs gave out, in a few breaths he was dead. From the time the arrow hit him to when he collapsed, was no more than six or seven seconds. The flood of adrenalin overcame me, with a couple of deep breaths; my heart skipped a beat or two. No need to track the blood on the ground, not this time. There he was, lying in plain sight, thirty five yards away. All of the miles over the years, the close calls, the changes in the wind, the other things that have happened differently, today that all changed….the stars must have aligned. I have just killed my first bull elk with a longbow and a wood arrow. I have just killed my first elk with a bow….period. I raised my closed eyes skyward and thanked God for this gift. Turning back to the direction where it all happened, I ask myself, where is my arrow? There it is, stuck in a tree, inline with where it passed through the bull’s chest, blooded for the third time, before on two different whitetails. Tail end Charley, the Log Cabin Bull fell on an old skidder trail that I was able to back up to with the truck and load him whole. Most of the other elk I have killed with rifles required far more effort to get the animal out. Will it take another twenty or so years before I can kill another elk with a longbow? I don’t know and don’t care. I just want to be there to find out!

Is Technology A Part of Your Hunting Trips? By: Mark Faroni

Why is a backcountry hunt a good thing? One free of the high tech ATVs, turbo powered four x fours and luxurious RV’s? One minus the drone of an all-night generator that provides power for lights and music during the pre-hunt stud poker game. It’s much deeper than the experience one gains from lying in a mummy bag during early evening listening to your stock munching on feed just feet away from your alert ears. It is more important than the experience one gains being one with nature where your biggest concern is what the weather will do today and wondering if that bull will return to his favorite wallow in the morning. Yes, the backcountry provides an experience equaled by nothing else. There is another reason hunters and anglers should be supporting protection for pristine areas free from the hustle and bustle of places swarming with people and their man-made luxuries. We are becoming “soft”! A quick glance around your home will reveal what I am talking about. We desire the quickest and easiest methods and devices for everything we do. Look at your television. Back in grandpa’s day it might not have even existed. Then along came the old back and white Motorola with rabbit ears and one channel, maybe two if you were lucky. Then through our natural drive to make things easier and more realistic we got colored television. Then cable came with a seemingly endless channel selection. Twenty years ago we had to get up out of the easy chair and adjust the antenna to improve reception or to raise the volume. Remote control has fixed that. Now we have use all that energy pushing those darn buttons. What a hassle and how exerting! How troublesome and exhausting. Grandpa had to spend half the summer cutting and hauling firewood just to keep warm in his under insulated house. Now we are forced to exert all that time and energy to turn up the thermostat on our central heating system. The list of luxuries goes on and on in our homes. We have electric mixers, coffee makers, microwave ovens and etc. We’ve evolved into a society that wants things quick and we want things easy. Hey, I’m not against these animities. I use them too. I think they are a matter of survival in this fast paced, highly competitive world we live in. In fact I’m very thankful for some of the technology that has evolved. For instance, think of the advances in medicine due to it. We are guilty of trying to incorporate these luxuries into our hunts and fishing trips as well. Let’s be honest hunting and fishing are not things that are necessary for survival in today’s world. We can go to the super market and purchase all the red meat and fish we need. By the way, just another example of how things have become quicker and easier. We say to the anti-hunting crowd and others that we engage in these activities for the challenge, the experience, and such. Why then are we blindly allowing the challenge to be taken from us through technology? For instance take a look at archery. There is a constant media blitz trying to sell us the latest high tech gadgets. There are now bows that are beginning to resemble something totally different from the old longbows and recurves our forefathers used. They have wheels, sights and releases. One can also purchase the latest range finder to accompany the bow. Archers with this equipment can now harvest that buck or bull at fifty yards. Why has archery evolved to this? Simple, we want things quicker and easier. We don’t want to be required to shoot our bow almost every day of the year in order to make that twenty-yard or shorter shot or to go days on end creeping up on that old mulie buck only to have him bust us at thirty yards just out of range for our old Bear recurve. Rather we’ve allowed our everyday life habits to creep into our hunting beliefs as well. We want to be able to pick up our bow a few weeks prior to the season and begin shooting and then go out and eliminate many of those age-old stalking skills and shoot that buck at fifty-five yards. Done deal quick and easy! Looking at some of the latest outdoor and shooting magazines on the shelves in the local bookstore one will soon learn there are rifles and bullets out there that condone 500+ yard shots at game. Yes, these folks are making ethical kills at that range. These rifles are topped with scopes that have the latest advancements in range finders and wind adjustments. Again, why? We want things quick and easy in our day-to-day lives and it’s carrying over into our hunts as well. Come on ladies and gentlemen. If part of the reason we truly hunt is for the challenge then are all of these gadgets really necessary? Aren’t we becoming “soft” because of them? What about the experience? To truly experience a hunt and come to know the quarry one chases I believe one has to live among them. Plopping down in a $25,000 RV complete with a generator, microwave, etc. takes away from the experience. By doing this one has really only moved their permanent home with it’s luxuries to a temporary location. Again, it’s quick and it’s easy but are you truly doing it for the experience? Those that venture from the road and establish a remote camp next to a babbling creek are more likely to gain the true experience. Yes, that ground might be a little cold and lumpy to

sleep on. Yes, cutting and stockpiling that fire wood might actually cut into a little of your actual hunting time. Pumping that old Coleman stove to brew your morning cup of Joe is less convenient than turning the propane burner on in your RV, but isn’t this the true experience. All of this is slower and harder but aren’t you doing this for the experience? You can always return to the “soft” life of home. Nothing can compare to waking up at first light and wandering down to the mountain lake to catch a few cutthroats to fry for breakfast on the open fire while a nanny and kid mountain goat traverse the cliff above. That’s the experience. Another element of the experience that we “cheat” ourselves with is getting to the backcountry. Many elect to take the “quick and easy” route – ATVs and 4X4’s. Back in grandpa’s day again he probably traveled to his favorite haunts in an old well-used 2 wheel drive Ford pickup. He could only drive to where the road narrowed and became rutty. From there he walked or rode his horse that he fed all winter and summer just to use for this week in the fall. Walking and riding up the trail he saw the Canadian jays flying from pine limb to pine limb looking for a scrap of food. He heard the whitetail in the thickets to his left snort at him as he passed by. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest laboring with the heavy fifty-pound pack on his back as he reached the summit of the last hill on the trail before reaching the campsite. Now we want to reach the backcountry the “quick and easy way” We jump on our $5000 ATV and roll up the trail. Sometimes if no trail exists, we make our own without regard for the damage we may be causing. Oh well! It gets us to the prime backcountry “quick and easy”. Stop and think though. What are we missing by choosing to behave this way? What about those jays or the huckleberries we missed as we zoomed by. Are we really hunting for the experience when we choose this mode of travel or are we becoming even more “soft” by allowing technology to creep even more into our hunting and fishing routines? So let’s “toughen up”! At least for a short time. When planning your next hunting or fishing trip I challenge you to really think about why it is that you go. If it truly is for the challenge and experience then make it that. Leave those items that have transformed us into a soft” society home. Pursue game in a method that is definitely challenging in truly challenging backcountry fashion. Your new diesel 4x4 with the big reclining leather seats will be at the trailhead upon your return and the TV with its remote control will be in the living room when you get back home.

A brief autobiography: I am principal of a small school in western Montana. My wife and I also run Triple-M-Outfitters, a small guided fly fishing operation. I ran extended backcountry fishing trips in the Bob Marshall Wilderness for fifteen years for a lodge in northwest Montana prior to starting my own business. I enjoy hunting with traditional archery equipment as well as spending time in the backcountry with friends and family.

The Voice

Traditional Bowhunters of Montana Publication Fall/Winter 2009

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