Sunday, November 3, 2013

Jesse's 2013 bowkill




2013 will go down as the most challenging season of my hunting career. Low deer numbers, due to a pathetic attempt for a management plan for the whitetail deer herd from our out of touch buddy's in the Wisconsin DNR for the last 10-15 years is starting to take its toll. I am pretty sure my two year old nephew could make more intelligent herd control decisions than these boneheads. Let's introduce wolves and not control their numbers, lets allow the brainless, toothless, hillbilly hunters in Wisconsin to shoot an unlimited amount of does with guns and give them extra long seasons to do it; great! I really wish my fellow hunters could have a little more vision for the future than some of them seem to, but I digress. Jesse is attending college 3 hours from home and we knew there would not be much time for him to hunt, we chose the last weekend in October and first weekend in November as the times we would get together and bowhunt hard. The first weekend was a little slow, the weather was not good and we had some newer hunters on the property that were just getting their feet wet in bowhunting that put quite a bit of early season pressure on our stands, causing the deer to stear clear of our past hot spots some. I knew we had to find some fresh stand sites to hunt to have any hope, so the first weekend the only productive thing we did was mainly hang two new stands. We were very excited about the new stands and the first day back up for the second weekend I put Jesse in what I figured would be the hotspot, the morning started out with a little more deer activity, but it slowed around mid morning. At 11:15 am I pulled my phone out to text Jesse and see if he was having better luck than me. 15 minutes and no response from him, then I felt a buzz in my pocket; Jesse's text " I just shot one" I almost jumped out of my stand I was so excited for him. It was my main priority to get him a buck, I had a little more time to hunt than him and I have taken more bucks, I was just hoping the deer would cooperate with him in his short window to hunt. I called Jesse and quickly got the story, apparently about 11am he was stretching his arms and knocked his bow off the hanger 18 feet to the ground, ha! He climbed down picked it up and got back in the stand and within ten minutes had a nice buck cruising down the ridge from him, he let out a grunt and the buck came charging in to 7 yards! Apparently the fall didn't affect his bow's accuracy at all because he stoned this deer, it went maybe 50 yards before crashing, thats getting to be the usual for Jesse, I hope I don't jinx him, but as I have stated before he is really a crackshot during clutch times while bowhunting and thats what makes a great hunter, controlling the buckfever when it matters most. Jesse expressed some frustration this fall while in Nevada, that he doesn't have the size of trophy's on his wall yet that he would prefer, I tried reminding him that he is doing pretty well for a 19 year old and the trophy's will come. I went out that evening in the other new stand we hung the week before and grunted in a beautiful 8pt about the size of Jesse's buck here to within 10 yards. I regret now not taking that deer and doubling up with Jesse, that would have made the day even more special. Also, that was really the last nice deer I saw the rest of the season from my stand as I stated before it got extremely slow and I learned the value of having fresh stand sites once the rut comes around, unfortunately other hunters actions are not something within my control. There is always hope that next season will be even better, but with hunting pressure up and the WI DNR wildlife bioligists intelligence down, my hope is pretty weak. Nonetheless, the time spent in our deer camp in Richland Center away from it all will be just as enjoyable regardless, the companionship of hunting is hard to replace or explain to someone who has never experienced it.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Jeffrey the Giant Slayer

I heard a wise man once say “I believe in luck, I find the harder I work, the luckier I get” After harvesting two 170 class bucks with archery equipment in two years some people who did not understand the preparation that went into those hunts  said my cousin Jeff Karl’s was lucky. This accomplishment might not even seem worth noting, if you’re a hunting celebrity, spending time on guided hunts or own your own property to manage intensely, but when you’re a small business owner regularly working 60 + hours a week and spending your free time knocking on doors to gain access to small woodlots that just might have what you’re looking for its something to relish.  Jeff appears as just your average weekend warrior, hunter when you first meet him, but strike up a conversation with him and maybe get lucky enough to be invited to tag along with him as he prepares a stand site for the opener and you will learn the system we have developed over the years and find out it’s not a complex secret at all it simply involves a little research, some hard work and most importantly obsessive attention to detail, discipline and perseverance.
The most important and obvious rule when hunting high pressure bucks is scent control, this is where I feel Jeff really separate’s himself from the pretty good bow hunters. Every tiny detail is of extreme importance, the vehicle he drives is never allowed to have an air freshener hanging in it, and each article of clothing including his pack is washed in scent free detergent and stored in a scent sealed bag, rubber boots are a must, dressing in the field in the freezing cold is no more optional than buying a hunting license, human breath is  a huge red flag to a wise old bucks nose and must be covered, all of this adds up to Jeff being able to honestly say he has never been winded by any downwind deer since adopting these methods, he no longer is worried about scent, just making a perfect shot.
The first Boone and Crocket buck Jeff took in 2012, was shot using our method of getting as close to the deer sanctuary as possible and waiting for the big boys to make a mistake and leave their safe haven. Any hardcore bow hunter knows a place they would give their best trophy on the wall to hunt, but the landowner for one reason or another does not allow hunting and the deer know it, you drive by and see the big one’s feeding without a care in the world, the mature bucks are not nocturnal, it’s almost like they don’t realize hunting even exists, you dream about the perfect hunts you would have on this land, but you sadly know it’s never going to happen. This is where a lot of guys give up, but we are just warming up; we figure out the names of every adjoining landowner to this sanctuary and begin the process of knocking on doors and introducing ourselves offering up free labor and making it a point that we do not care at all about gun hunting and won’t be around during this time we only care to chase their deer with a stick and string. That gives the bow hunter an edge over a gun hunter most landowners gun hunt or have family members and friends that do, bow hunters are smaller in numbers and less noticeable or invasive; if done correctly we can tread lightly and to a busy landowner almost be non-existent.  Once access is granted to the second or third best option - type land in the area that you know holds a crusher or two it becomes important to get the stands hung in early summer and stay out of that area until the rut, trail cameras to us are not necessary in these places and scent is left behind installing and checking them. We always ask each other “do you want a picture of them alive or do you want a picture of them with your hands wrapped around their horns?” After all, we already know for a fact the big one’s are there we don’t need more proof we have faith. Also, entering and exiting before the rut in our experience only alerts doe’s to your presence and makes the land you hunt a less appealing place for them to live; since the bucks we are after probably don’t call this land home outside the rut, we are banking on one of these does coming into estrous and attracting the buck off the sanctuary right into our hands, we want those does feeling safe and sound around our tree stands and our presence not felt until there is love in the air. This tactic played out perfectly for Jeff on the eve of the first cold snap in late October, I was on my way home from a South Dakota pheasant hunt when I received a text from him, I knew immediately something was up since he never sends text messages. It simply stated “when will you be home to help me track?” We went out the next morning and found the massive and perfect five by five 75 yards from the stand, no trail camera pictures of this buck that we ever knew of, never shined him before, but I still scoff when people say it was luck. At the Wisconsin Deer & Turkey Classic it officially grossed 174 6/8 and netted 172 1/8, first “Booner” in the books for him.
The second 170 class buck of Jeff’s career involved a slightly different tactic, but more of the same basic attention to detail; the land the hunt took place on was only a three acre woodlot surrounded by CRP grass, corn and soybean fields in a heavily pressured area, Jeff’s edge was a man made waterhole as close to the thickest part of the woods as possible, these deer now had food, water and security all in very close proximity; something Marc Anthony (the master of all whitetail bow hunters) calls the 200 hundred yard rule. Jeff bought a special black flash camera he rarely monitored and when he did check the camera, it was in full scent free camo, since as I stated before he feels infared and normal flash cameras alert the big bucks to your presence and intentions for them. For three years he watched this buck grow and drink from his waterhole almost exclusively at night, but as the years went by he seemed to get a little more comfortable coming in closer and closer to dusk, until Friday September 27th, 2013 I glassed the soybean field 40 yards from his waterhole and from 800 yards could see the giant body and rack, I quickly called Jeff to let him know it was game-on this weekend.
 
Perserverance
For the three years Jeff hunted this spot less than 10% of his sits involved even seeing a deer. Saturday was terrible weather, but Sunday was a bluebird day, too hot I thought, but Jeff went hunting it took him 40 minutes of stalking slowly just to make it the 200 hundred yards through the bean field to his stand and was finally rewarded for his perseverance, I received that rare text again “I just shot him!” I read that and could not help, but crack a giant smile; Jeff and I spoke all summer long about how if he could take this buck and make it two 170 class bucks in less than a years’ time it would be very special. We tracked this buck  into the standing corn and the trail he made running the life out of himself looked like someone drove a pickup through the field knocking down all the corn, at the end of the trail was a massive horned and bodied buck that weighed 258lbs field dressed later that day! The 5 ½ year old tanker was well fed, his brow tines were unbelievably long and the entire rack was just heavy. I was sore for days after another cousin of ours and I helped him drag it out and load it in the truck, it was a rare and special moment to share as a family that won’t soon be forgotten. As ecstatic as we were about the size of the horns on these bucks that’s not what gives us the most gratification anymore, rather we think the size of the trophy equals the amount of effort put into the hunt any serious DIY bow hunter will probably agree with us.
I think people will call a successful hunter like Jeff lucky sometimes possibly due to jealousy, I don’t think seeing a successful person is something to be jealous of, but to be motivated by; If Jeff can harvest giant bucks anyone can do it (sorry buddy, haha). Most importantly it just takes discipline. “Remember when you see a man at the top of the mountain, he didn’t just fall there” – Anonymous.
 
 
 
 
 









Sunday, August 18, 2013

Nevada Jackpot

                                                   Antelope cruising past our set-ups at 30 yards
                                                 Jesse and I after a straight up the mountain drag
                                             Jesse with his first bow kill muley
                                          Uncle Kelly, Jesse and Tony (war paint)

                                            Cliff in the background my buck fell off of

                                            Beautiful sunrise and sunsets
                                           Jesse locating my buck and plotting my stalk

 This summer was not a typical one, spent waiting for fall to come to dust off the bow and arrows; we booked an early August hunt last spring for the Nevada High country Mule deer and with the anticipation of a challenging hunt in rough country, I set out to get my body in shape and stretch my affective range with the bow. Jogging was out of the question with my ankle and I really cannot say I am sad about that haha. I was fortunate to have a buddy back from college to wrestle with I think that helped my legs a lot, soon I knew conditioning wouldn't be a factor and I shot my bow until I was tired of it day in and day out for months on end, trying to make the correct form for a consistent shot as natural as breathing. Its always good going into a hunt with complete confidence in your abilities, its far from guaranteeing success, but it definitely tips the odds in your favor. Our guide on this hunt was outstanding from having all of the camp materials ready for us to plenty of deer located he made things easy, his positive attitude was motivating and most importantly he helped me give Jesse a hard time all day, everyday; I really cannot say enough good things about Kelly, just a neat, good Christian guy that became like family to us in 5 days, hence the moniker "Uncle Kelly" I believe he got an education on how three young guys talk and he was not spared the constant ribbing everyone in the group took in good fun. Thanks to his pre scouting for us we were glassing bucks from the first glimpse of daylight, but for these flatlanders learning how to stalk them and hunt affectively was foreign territory to us. The First afternoon we hiked into the roughest country this area had to offer at 10,000 feet of elevation with no deer to really focus on and just wandered about exhausting ourselves with nothing to show for the effort, except rattle snake sightings. I think it was mostly for our ego's to prove no terrain or mountain could break our spirit. "When I was young, I observed nine out of ten things I did were failures. So I did ten times more work." This has always been my favorite quote and it definitely was our mantra on this hunt. Each day we learned a little more, adapted and innovated a little more, closing the gap between the embarrassment to all mountain bow hunters we started out as, towards the skilled and successful hunters we are still striving to be. It was not by coincidence or chance that each day we got a little closer on our stalks to the game we were hunting and possibly even some that were hunting us. Tony, had a Mountain Lion sneak within 15 yards of him before they locked eye's and he almost had to kill it in self defense. Jesse took a buck on the second to last day of the hunt and the last morning of our stay he located a nice buck for me to ambush, he did a great job putting a strategy together for me to belly crawl within range, the stalk was made interesting as every sage bush I crawled past was checked for Rattlers, once I arrived at the spot Jesse chose for my shooting vantage point only the smaller buck would stand up and cooperate for a shot, I could have waited for the better buck to stand and most likely had a chance to take him, but I chose not to be greedy since it was the last day. My first shot at 56 yards was not where I wanted it, the buck bounded down the hill and stopped, giving me one last shot at roughly 80 yards, I would like to say all my practice paid off and it was all skill that my arrow found its mark, but I'm sure I proved again luck trumps skill, either way it was a shot to remember and the best part is Jesse got to witness the stalk, shot and my deer expiring; As any extreme bow hunter can attest the elation of hearing your arrow hit the target and knowing you have been successful after all the hard work and dedication you put in really leaves you speechless, but I told Jesse when he got to me for the retrieval job, there was no one else in the world I would rather have with with me at that time; I think us three on this trip are perfect hunting companion's in the sense that we want success for each other more than we want it for ourselves', Tony told us he was so nervous watching through the bino's as Jesse and I tried to ambush some buck's it was worse than if he had been hunting them himself, we had more laugh's on this hunt and great memories than any other I can ever remember. That's what hunting is all about to me spending time with the people your closest with, that you don't get to see enough because of how busy our lives get, its about the memories whether or not you come home with horns and that's why I write this blog, so someday when I am to old to walk or wheel myself into the outdoors to hunt I can read through these blogs and reminisce about how blessed I was to have hunted in the beautiful places, with the  people that meant so much to me. At the end of the week we came away with two bucks, (Zeman passed on the nicest one we had in bow range on the second day,) and Tony had a 15 yard heart stopping encounter with a Mountain Lion, we made a new friend and have a great new place to return to. Life is good.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

North Dakota Mule Deer Misery

                                     They had to cut my left boot off, so I came home with one boot and a shed antler..... not a real good trophy there.
Waiting to go into surgery after they popped my ankle back in place
 
 
 
The 2012 season was suppossed to end with a nice relaxing hunt in the middle of nowhere North Dakota with some good friends that work too much finally getting some time to hunt together. Instead I drove 14 hours to hunt one day and spend the next few in a hospital out there. Deano and I got on some bucks right away the first morning and with a few close calls on one decent 4x4 and two nice 5x5's we had high hopes for the second day even though I found a horn from a good buck that had already shed his rack for the year; that is until we saw a Porcupine up a tree on our drive out and I decided it would be a good idea to climb up the tree and shake it out. When the limb shook the porcupine towards my face I decided it was a good idea to launch myself straight back out of the tree, I didn't think I was very high up, but I landed wrong on my left ankle and when I hit the ground I felt a tight pain in my ankle and looked down to see my boot hanging towards the left and back and I was facing straight ahead! Lucky for me Deano had some experience as a paramedic and did a great job getting me to the truck and out of the wilderness to meet the ambulance safely. Once in the ambulance it was an 80 mile drive to the nearest hospital, the time that passed from when I broke and dislocated my ankle til they got me to the surgery room, were made more bearable due to my experiences with wrestling, that sport teaches you how to deal with discomfort and pain and control your mind and thoughts to make it more maneageable; Once I hit the ground I panicked thinking of how much my stupidity would affect my business and my friends hunt, also knowing how many hours I was from the nearest hospital and that I was in for a long torturous night, I also thought about how much I took for granted being able to live such an active and hustle all the time lifestyle, and that was about to change for a while, but hopefully not permanently. I just tried to focus on breaking the trip down into small victory's, like getting from the dirt path road to the gravel road, then from the gravel road to the highway and into the ambulance, then to the interstate and finally to the hospital. I was very thankful to everyone that saved my ass/ankle that night; situations like this show the true character of your friends you surround yourself with, I owe a couple guys more than I will be able to repay anytime soon. I had to spend three days in the hospital after they did surgery to put a screw through my ankle to repair the tendons I tore out and a metal rod to heal up the break on my fibula. The bad luck just continued as my buddy's truck broke down on the way to the hospital to pick me up, another guy in camps bow and release malfunctioned on him and another friend of ours missed a nice buck at 18 yards. After all of this I thought it was time to call an end to the 2012 season. This doesn't mean I am giving up on this Mule deer hunt on this ranch in North Dakota, this is my second season going home empty handed and these branch horned ba$tard$ are getting to be a real pain in my ankle, I think it just got personal. Hopefully I draw next year, because I will go out there focused on steering clear of heights and porcupines and finally filling my tag.

Special thanks to St Joe's hospital staff in Dickinson, North Dakota. Also, Deano and Alex for sticking with me and pulling me out of the middle of nowhwere to safety. Hunting is suppossed to be an adventure and in that sense I got my moneys worth.

Nick

Sunday, November 25, 2012

                               Dennis and I with his buck

                                Dustins Buck
                                  front view of my buck
                             side view of my buck
                                Tom hiking out after a long three days

                                Zemans Buck

This fall I hunted less than I ever have since I was 11 years old due to starting a business, but the time I did spend hunting was extremely memorable and because of the new hunting partners joining me, it was also extremely gratifying. We probably killed more trophy's this year than we ever have before Jeffrey killing a whitetail in the mid 160's and another dandy, Z and I killing Muleys in the 160's and Dustin, Dennis and Jesse all taking nice Muley bucks out in Eastern Montana, but its the time shared in between the killing that will be remembered the longest. I have been planning and dreaming about this hunt for a long, long time; the idea of getting some of my favorite people together in game rich country enjoying one of our favorite pastimes seemed like heaven on earth to me and just like any dream I have ever had you gotta make it happen, not sit around and hope for it. Last fall I got everyone to apply as a group for Muley tags in MT when we knew we all drew kill tags I started to do my homework on a good place where we would find plenty of nice bucks and a place for us all to stay. Flights were booked and we all showed up the saturday night before our hunt was to start on sunday, the majority of the group thought it was  a good idea to party hard the night before in the bar and were dissapointed I called it a night early, but the next day when they were hiking around with headeaches and in bed by 6pm the next night I think they understood better.... ha ha I had too much invested in this hunt to potentially jepordize anything due to a hangover. The first day was my favorite as I was with my Uncle Dennis when he killed his first muley, I wanted to make sure he got his deer first as he was one of the main people that got me hooked on hunting, that meant the world to me to see him get to experience a hunt he never had before. I had a distant relative that had a terrible farm accident this summer and almost lost his life tell me how easy it is to lose touch with your family and friend's being so busy as we are these days and that we Ziegler's tend to work way too much and I needed to take my family hunting and get away and do those things before its too late because life is very short if you really think about it, very short. I thought that was great advice and I was willing to sacrifice a day of my hunt to be there with Dennis on his, I was right next to him as he shot his buck and when it was done he just shook my hand and said "thanks Nick" I pretty much knew then he was enjoying himself and it was worth all the lost time at work and money to get out here and do this sort of thing, it wasn't as big of a buck as he would have liked, but maybe there was a reason for that, now he has to go back. Dennis told me it was the first time in a long time he forgot about the stress of the farm, or the pain of his body and just enjoyed himself, I knew it was going to be great for Dennis to spend some time with his sons away from work and with two of his nephews and Goddaughters husband and our good buddy Tony Zeman. Dennis always told me when it comes to $/money "you cannot take it with you", well you also cannot replace these memories we just made. My brother in law got to know the crazy family he married into a little better as well. It was unfortunate that Jeffrey and Tom had to be the ones to come home empty handed, but I guess its like anything in life nothing is ever perfect. Our guide gave us a discounted, self - guided hunt and told me he didn't think we would be able to kill anything and he was complaining to me as we kept knocking down bucks each day that his other clients would pay him three times as much for a fully guided hunt to take the bucks we were taking off of his lease. It became clear to me he thought we were going to be like taking candy from baby's when it came to taking our money and expecting us not to kill anything; I guess he didn't realize we probably knew how to hunt a little better than the average guy and in the end the joke was on him as we left with 5 of 7 guys taking home Muley bucks. I didn't feel bad at all for that guy.My only regret was not being there with Jesse to celebrate and help pack out his buck and for not being able to help get Jeffrey and Tommy there trophy's, hopefully they will give me another chance and our family will be together again in one of the beautiful western states chasing trophy animals.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Jeffreys 2012 season

                                            Buck # 1
                                              Buck # 2


2012 South Dakota Bird hunt

                                             Day 1 limit of roosters with Partridge and Grouse mixed in.
                                            Day 2 limit of roosters