In the early morning shadows of the old family deerblind, in strained, hushed, whispered tones, the dad excitedly, but nervously guided his young son through the stealthy rituals of getting the rifle up quietly onto the window sill, reminding the little boy where to put the crosshairs, and praying this brand new hunter remembered to squeeze and aim small, miss small.

Opening day is still a ways off, but the best way to celebrate opening day is to live it all year long, so that opening day can be spent hunting in all its glory. A blown opportunity is painful enough, but the irresponsible failure to be absolutely prepared can often result in bad hits and lost game, and knowing what we know, that is 99% of the time avoidable, and therefor, unforgiveable.

Check out some of these great pics that Uncle Ted sent us!

This is my 2010 archery bull elk from the state of Utah.  I got quite lucky and was able to draw a coveted tag.  On the evening of the 5th day of this hunt, I found myself downhill from several bugling bulls without much light left.  We had to move fast and hot foot it about 1/2 mile up into an aspen draw.  We couldn’t see the elk, but knew we were close.  We let out a few cow calls and the place erupted with bugles everywhere. There was a giant “dinosaur” sounding bugle on top of the hill, but a cow and small 5pt were blocking our approach. Darkness was closing in fast.  I knew we couldn’t move and had to make something happen as we were losing light fast. We let out some whiny and aggressive estrous calls that must of sounded like a sure thing to this bull.  After just a few notes on the calls we heard sticks breaking and hooves pounding in hard.

     I’ve taken many blacktails with Gold Tip arrows over the years, and not once have they let me down.  Hunting as a hobby and hunting for a living are two very different things, and I depend on Gold Tip arrows to help me get the job done.

 

 

 

Hey this is Jim checking in. Lots going on here with the 4ce. We have been shooting non-stop for the past 14 months and its all coming to the Outdoor Channel in early July. We are so proud to have Gold Tip as our title sponsor.

I hunt because I am a hunter. Period. Case closed. Have a nice day. Drive safely.

Now that we have that straight, let’s expound upon, examine, admit to and celebrate all the glorious reality, facts and irrefutable evidence that makes us hunters, or better yet, who made us hunters.

It will be summertime soon, which means the weather’s warming, up the kids are on vacation – and bow seasons are just around the corner. As a serous bowhunter you are getting your rig tuned up and ready to go, and beginning to practice in earnest, right? It’s also time for you to understand why, in addition to being able to make the shot with your bow under controlled conditions, you must also be able to shoot accurately quickly.

There was a time. A time when I could hurdle tall mountains in a single bound. A time when I could run down an unsuspecting herbivore in the rugged terrain of merciless moosedom. But alas, deer Bullwinkle, there was a time, and that time is not now.

 

I hurt. My eyes are so heavy you’d swear Michael Moore was sitting on them. No, they don’t stink like an unclean HIV+ goats posterior, but they are very, very heavy. And they hurt. My legs hurt, my knees hurt, my feet hurt, my toes hurt, my ankles hurt, all my joints hurt, my head hurts, my eyes hurt, my neck hurts, my hair hurts and my throat hurts. I feel 60. No, actually, last week I felt 60, right now I feel 160. It ain’t right. I ain’t right.

STANDBACK! Everyone! Run for cover! Hide the women and children! God help us all, I feel another ArrowGazm coming on and there aint a doggone thing we can do about it!

Celebrate with me, won't you my friends, as I celebrate my overjoyed 61st year of getting dangerously high on the ever loving mystical flight of the arrow!

Say YOWZA!! And pass the SpiritWild by the truckload!

Just because I film TV shows doesn’t mean success comes easy; sometimes it never comes at all. Earlier this spring I sat in three ground blinds over the course of five days in Zimbabwe and never drew my bow. My wife spent two days in another blind and never saw an animal. It was no one’s fault. Heavy, unseasonable rains meant the animals simply didn’t have to visit the waterholes.

 

In May I sat 66 1/2 hours in ground blinds before finally scoring on a good black bear on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. Patience, persistence and time...that’s what it takes to close the deal, but sometimes that’s not even enough.

Just because I film TV shows doesn’t mean success comes easy; sometimes it never comes at all. Earlier this spring I sat in three ground blinds over the course of five days in Zimbabwe and never drew my bow. My wife spent two days in another blind and never saw an animal. It was no one’s fault. Heavy, unseasonable rains meant the animals simply didn’t have to visit the waterholes.

In May I sat 66 1/2 hours in ground blinds before finally scoring on a good black bear on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. Patience, persistence and time...that’s what it takes to close the deal, but sometimes that’s not even enough.