Dan Wolfe held Pink’s head regular as I pulled the cinch up tight across the horse’s center, caught my toe within the stirrup, and swung myself up into the saddle. Dan appeared up at my freshly shaven face and smiled.
“Hey, pardner, you look so good the deer received’t know who you might be or what you’re as much as,” he mentioned.
“That’s the concept,” I answered. “I figured a shower and shave simply may change my luck some. What’s on the menu for supper?”
“Cowboy beans and steak, what else?” mentioned Wolfe. “That’s, until you simply occur to return leadin’ ol’ Pink again with a kind of massive bucks tied throughout the saddle and wish some contemporary liver and onions.”
“And miss your steak and beans? Not an opportunity.”
With that I turned my mount’s head south, towards the Grand Canyon. I’ve hunted in a few of the most wildly lovely and forlorn terrain this planet has to supply from glaciered peaks to scorching deserts. However for spectacular surroundings and eerie endlessness, nothing is kind of just like the land during which I used to be now looking mule deer-the fabled Arizona Strip. The virtually utterly uninhabited rectangle of territory is bounded on the south and east by the good gorge of the Colorado River and on the north and west by Utah and Nevada.
This land is famous for the unbelievable antler progress of its mule deer but additionally was the scene of considered one of historical past’s most tragic examples of the evils of attempting to overprotect a deer herd — the good Kaibab debacle of the 1920’s. In 1920 as many as 100,000 deer lived on the Kaibab plateau, however this inflated inhabitants, created by a no-hunting regulation and strict predator controls, introduced on an period of hunger and vary destruction that worn out 9 of each 10 deer throughout the subsequent 20 years. A tragic lesson, and one which’s typically ignored by wildlife “preservationists.”
Immediately, due to sound administration practices that depend on a yearly deer harvest by sport hunters, the Kaibab is as soon as once more producing trophy bucks. West of the Kaibab plateau, the place we had been looking, there has at all times been a wholesome deer inhabitants with massive bucks that show superior antler progress.
The antler progress of that race of deer is so uncommon that the rack on a one-year-old buck could have as many as 4 factors on a aspect. After all, feed circumstances for any given yr have rather a lot to do with antler progress, however after a Strip buck is 4 years outdated or so his antlers arc more likely to be of the nontypical sort with actually a dozen or extra factors rising and twisting in all instructions and in all types of bizarre shapes.
Arizona deer looking is by drawn allow solely, however the space during which we had been looking, often known as Administration Unit 13, is so massive that some 2,500 permits had been allowed there in 1974. Even with that many permits there’s little chance of seeing different hunters as a result of the world contains one thing like 3,500 sq. miles.
Typically, Arizona’s deer season is 2 weeks lengthy and begins round November 1. You will get details about guides and a booklet describing the present season in every a part of the state and procedures for making use of for a hunt. Write: the Arizona Sport and Fish Division, 2222 W. Greenway Street, Phoenix AZ 85023.
I used to be looking with clothes shop and information Hunter Wells, who operates out of Prescott. Hunter operates a year-round information service for mountain- lion hunters in addition to providing hunts for Arizona elk, pronghorn, desert sheep, and deer. His purchasers have taken such advantageous trophies out of the Strip nation that I signed on for the 1974 late-fall hunt.
Hunter’s father Fred, and two brothers, Rube and Fred Jr., helped out with the guiding and camp chores, and there was head cook dinner and wrangler Dan Wolfe and rancher Eddie Balmes, who helped with the wrangling. The hunters, along with myself, had been Carlo Von Moffei, who got here from Canada, and Californians Dan and Donnie Smith.
The gently rolling juniper-dotted knolls appeared to go on endlessly. Deer don’t have to cover right here, I believed. They only get so misplaced nobody can discover them.
Due to the brief looking season, most Arizona guides can take out just one celebration per season, and should cost fairly a bit so as to keep in enterprise. Most of the out-of-staters Able to scout a rim, I seize my rifle who hunt in northern Arizona are guided by ranchers, landowners, or cowhands who conform to information a looking celebration whereas they do their very own looking. It’s a cooperative system, of types. For instance, if Hunter Wells is already booked up, he may refer a potential consumer to one of many part-time operators.
Days are dry and heat, however nights are chilly within the Strip nation, and I’d chosen my clothes so I may use the layer system-shirts, vests. and jackets that may be stripped off because the day warms up. The hunter additionally wants a sleeping bag and private equipment, rifle, and ammunition. The guides normally care for all the pieces else.
You’ll be able to hunt the Strip nation with out a information, nevertheless it’s straightforward to grow to be hopelessly misplaced on this distant space. Additionally, the horses provided by guides comparable to Wells tremendously improve your probabilities of bagging a trophy buck. A hunter on foot can’t see over and across the scrubby pines and junipers almost in addition to he may on horseback.
When the Strip-country deer season opened, I used to be looking whitetails in Maine’s north woods; by the point I arrived in Arizona the hunt was effectively underneath means. I met Eddie Balmes in Prescott, and we flew by non-public airplane to the little city of Kanab, Utah, simply over the Arizona-Utah border. I chosen Kanab as a gathering place as a result of my schedule was tight, however hunters and Arizona guides ordinarily meet in a extra handy central space comparable to Prescott, Phoenix, Kingman, or Flagstaff.
We had been met in Kanab by Rube Wells, and after we picked up some grub plus a couple of additional bales of hay for the horses, we headed into the Strip nation.
I’d waited a very long time for a crack on the massive Strip-country deer and had no intention of muffing a shot due to a bum zero, so we stopped through the journey to camp, and I checked out the rifle. The zero was dead-on.
My rifle was a Nelson-stocked Mannequin 70 Winchester barreled in .280 Remington and topped with Leupold’s new 2.5X-to-8X scope. I’d used this rifle in Africa, Asia, and Canada however by no means within the U.S. I anticipated to get medium-to-long-range pictures within the Strip nation, and I’d want an correct, flat-shooting rifle. Underneath these circumstances an excellent bolt-action .280 is about excellent. I used to be capturing 55 grains of No. 4350 powder behind a 140- grain Nosier bullet.
By the point we acquired to camp late within the afternoon, Dan Smith had already bagged an enormous five-pointer (Western count-five on a aspect) and the celebration had handed over a number of bucks that may be “takers” nearly anyplace else. In looking nation the place the subsequent hill or dry wash may produce a record-book trophy, you are likely to suppose twice earlier than filling your license with even an excellent four-pointer.
Camp had been pitched on the aspect of a mild slope close to a protecting stand of junipers. There was water for the horses in a shallow basin Jess than a mile away. On the crest of the hill was a hoop of enormous stones that had been put there a whole bunch of years earlier than. The circle was about 15 toes throughout and had as soon as been the muse of a prehistoric Indian dwelling. The ground of the one-room affair had been dug down a number of inches as added safety in opposition to the bitter Arizona high-country winter and in addition for coolness through the parching summer time months. The doorway had confronted south to let in most mild. The traditional campsite was most likely a treasure trove of Indian artifacts, however we didn’t disturb it, aside from to look at a couple of bits of pottery scattered on the floor.
That night — because the Arizona sky splashed over with gold, lavender, and scarlet — Hunter crammed me in on the looking scenario. There was extra water than normal for that point of yr, and so the deer weren’t touring fairly often or very far. Discovering a extremely good buck could be a matter of ferreting him out of one of many rock ledges or canyonside overhangs the place sensible outdated bucks favor to cover out. The plan of operation for the subsequent day was to journey the edges of the tributary canyons resulting in the Grand Canyon and glass the ledges for bucks.
“Hey, Dan,” Hunter yelled as quickly as we’d gone over the subsequent day’s recreation plan, “how about digging up some grub?”
“Preserve your shirt on,” Dan yelled again from the cook dinner tent. “I’ve acquired to maintain stirring these beans so that they received’t eat by means of the pot. I’ll deliver the shovel once I get good and prepared.”
“Sounds similar to an old-time path cook dinner,” I mentioned. “However does he actually need a shovel?”
“Identical to I mentioned,” replied Hunter. “We’ve actually acquired to dig up our supper. It’s buried nearly the place your toes are.” Earlier than I may reply, Dan appeared with a long-handled shovel and began digging proper in entrance of me. In a couple of seconds I caught the flash of aluminum foil, and a second later Dan lifted a big foil-wrapped chunk of one thing from its burial place. The foil protect was peeled again, and Hunter sliced a juicy piece of chicken from a turkey.
“Earlier than we go away camp within the morning,” Dan defined, “we dig a gap like this and line it with scorching coals from the campfire. We put in that night’s meat, cowl it with extra coals and a layer of earth, and let it cook dinner all day.”
By Outside Life
That evening, because the November moon rose over the knoll above our camp and outlined the chilly circle of Indian rocks, I questioned what sort of man had lived there, what long-gone tribe he had represented, and if he had sat by this campfire and dreamed of nice bucks with high-reaching antlers.
The following morning we stuffed ourselves on eggs, bacon, and hotcakes, then saddled up and headed east towards one of many main canyons that lead into the Grand Canyon. In darkness the world is barely as broad and so far as a person can see. However with the approaching of daybreak the super sweep of the Arizona Strip opened up earlier than us farther than the attention may attain.
The gently rolling juniper-dotted knolls appeared to go on endlessly. Deer don’t have to cover right here, I believed. They only get so misplaced nobody can discover them.
As everybody who has visited the Grand Canyon is aware of, nothing in regards to the surrounding countryside signifies that close by the earth is break up by a big lease within the earth’s crust. It was the identical with the lesser canyons within the space we had been looking. You might be driving alongside what appears to be an never-ending plain of mild swells and valleys when your horse out of the blue steps by means of a dense fringe of scrub cedars and you end up getting ready to a sheer chasm. A stone kicked unfastened by your mount appears to fall for minutes, and you may’t even hear it hit backside.
All day we labored the perimeters of the canyons, stopping typically to glass the rocky rims, however pausing simply as continuously to absorb the view. Right here and there the canyon flooring had been specked by the sun-blackened stays of a prospector’s hut, and holes bored into strong rock confirmed the place miners had labored a century earlier than.
The closest factor to a deer that I noticed the primary day trip was the 2 hind legs of a buck or doe because it disappeared into shoulder-high brush. We circled the world and labored our means in fastidiously however didn’t see the animal once more.
As we skirted one broad however pretty shallow canyon, I observed some deer tracks getting in reverse instructions. It appeared that the spot had pretty heavy site visitors, though the well-used path didn’t appear to result in any water or notably good grazing space. I couldn’t assist questioning the place all of the deer had been that had made these tracks. The path led usually south. That night Dan “dug up” some large T-bone steaks that should have smelled mighty good to the native coyote inhabitants. They howled a couple of mournful tunes as we ate, and the bones we tossed out had been gone the subsequent morning.
Was the deer ok to shoot? I had solely an prompt to determine. Already I used to be monitoring the deer with my rifle, and thru the scope I may see the guidelines of his antlers: broad and excessive, gleaming within the late-afternoon solar.
The following day we rode west and skirted some limestone bluffs the place Hunter had noticed some good bucks throughout his preseason scouting. Because the day wore on, it turned to my notion too heat and nonetheless for a lot deer motion, so I crawled into the sack for a pair hours of shuteye.
About 4 p.m., after a nap, splash-bath, and shave, I headed south out of camp, looking alone. The heavy focus of tracks we’d seen the day earlier than had given me an concept: the deer that had made all these tracks needed to come from someplace, and if a fellow acquired there on the proper time, he ought to get some motion. After driving south for a couple of half-hour I took one other bearing and turned east. This could lead me throughout the closely traveled deer path and — if I had calculated accurately — simply in time for the late-afternoon deer site visitors.
Horses are normally good spotters, snorting and twisting their ears ahead once they see recreation, however outdated Pink actually let me down utterly this time.
I don’t suppose he ever noticed the herd of does that broke from cowl and trotted up the mild slope to our left. I counted eight within the first group. Simply as I used to be dismounting, 5 or 6 extra broke from one other patch of junipers and trotted after the others. I tied the reins to a scrub bush, fed a cartridge into the chamber of my rifle, and adopted the deer on foot. I hadn’t seen something with antlers, nevertheless it was the peak of the rutting season, and I couldn’t think about that so many women could be in a single place with out a suitor shut by.
The deer had disappeared over the crest of the hill. They hadn’t been alarmed, and I guessed they’d cease on the opposite aspect. All I may do for the second was get to the highest of the hill, keep watch over them, and see if a buck confirmed up.
A row of bushes alongside the hilltop made an ideal display, and a gnarled tree trunk provided a advantageous rifle relaxation. The does had been about 200 yards away and barely beneath me, taking their ease in a shallow draw. It could be a cinch shot if an excellent buck stepped out within the clearing. Outdated bucks, although, may be intelligent, and I knew that if one was there he’d take his time popping out.
After a couple of minutes the does began strolling up the draw and one after the other topped a granite rim and disappeared. I used to be positive {that a} buck was shut by. The protection was off, and I had a strong relaxation. At 200 yards throughout open floor a slow-moving deer isn’t a troublesome goal, however I figured he’d most likely cease a time or two and that then I’d have a lifeless shot.
The final doe disappeared over the rim, and there was nonetheless no buck. It appeared as if I’d made a mistaken guess. I stood up and thumbed the security to the “on” place. Simply then an enormous deer broke from cowl on the decrease finish of the draw and went racing towards the rim the place the does had disappeared.
There was a buck in any case! However I used to be caught utterly off stability. Was the deer ok to shoot? I had solely an prompt to determine. Already I used to be monitoring the deer with my rifle, and thru the scope I may see the guidelines of his antlers: broad and excessive, gleaming within the late-afternoon solar.
The crosshairs pitched forward of his chest, and I pressed the set off. It appeared like an excellent shot, however he didn’t appear damage. Simply as he toppled over the rim I threw one other shot at him, however that one I known as too excessive. Missed!
I adopted at a lifeless run for there wasn’t a lot daylight left and there was a good likelihood the buck was hit. My No. l rule for monitoring recreation is to observe up on each animal at which I shoot. Irrespective of how wild the shot could appear or how untouched the animal seems, I make each effort to see whether or not the bullet has discovered the mark.
This time it paid off. Simply over the rim the buck had collapsed in low cedar brush-completely lifeless. The bullet had hit him squarely within the chest cavity and pulverized each lungs.
By the point I took a couple of images and field-dressed the buck, there was little or no mild left and no likelihood of getting him again to camp earlier than morning. But when I left the carcass out the coyotes would certainly get at it through the evening. So I piled limbs and brush over the carcass and positioned the deer’s coronary heart, liver, and different morsels on high of the pile. The thought was to present the coyotes sufficient to eat to maintain them away from the deer, leaving an untouched carcass for us to pack out to a processing-and-freezing plant. Subsequent morning when Eddie and I returned, the buck hadn’t been touched, although the guts and liver had been gone. It was an excellent commerce.
This story, “Canyonland Trophy Hunt,” appeared within the September 1975 subject of Outside Life.
