Well gang, it has been a truly remarkable bow season for James and I- AKA Team Behring Made. Earlier in September, boss was down south hunting in a different area than we typically would. There was plenty of activity and he'd been getting into them the weekend before, pre-rut. He tells the whole story notably better than I feel I can relay, but on the farside of a meadow he saw some cows and heard a bull bugling somewhere near. The wind wasn't in his far so he made a 1/4 mile maneuver to get into a better position and started to rip bugles of his own. Sure enough that bad boy came right in at 40 yards and James placed a perfect shot. He was 4 miles from the truck and got to his bull at dark alone, so we only get the one photo, but it sure is a beauty. Not been officially measured yet but he's a sub-300 class bull, nothing to be sorry about either way! This is bull #4 for James.



About two weeks ago I was taking a break from the elk hunts and decided to give my favorite river bottom area a try for whitetails. Sure enough there are some truly healthy bucks back there this year, and taking my time on a slow cruise the other day I noticed a tail flicker about 100 yards out. I froze and held tight to realize he was a beautiful 4x4, upwind, and had no idea I was posted up with him. I anticipated his lane perfectly and watched him close in until he was behind a big tree at thirty yards. I drew back on him and he grazed his way out from behind the tree, head down. He went out far enough to expose just the shoulder blade, and being still new at this I was anticipating my shot placement a little further back yet.... Instead of giving me that extra step I wanted he looked up and saw my broad head at full draw smiling right at him and he... was... OUUUTTTAAA THERRRRRRRE!! James is my undisputed mentor in my hunting journey, especially in archery, and my hard-learned lesson this time was that you really need to take the shots you get. I was worried that my broadhead wouldn't go through a shoulder, but the boss assured me that a fixed blade on a deer is going to drill and drill deep. I needed to pay close attention to what I learned, for I had a strong feeling that this new knowledge was going to quickly come in handy.

Rewind back to July, in which James and I were working a trunk show at a local golf resort, the Rock Creek Cattle Company. We were in the company of a few high-rollers, and after purchasing a BBQ set, a very kind elderly couple was enjoying our bowhunting stories when they suggested we schedule a slot to hunt their ranch down in SW Montana, in a beautiful town between the Tobbaco Root and the Gravelly mountain ranges. I gotta tell you, the scenery alone was worth being there. Anyway- the only available weekend was this last one, the final season of archery. I've been hunting my other spots religiously since August and have been in the elk, but unfortunately not close enough to get a shot with the bow. Two weeks ago James and I were talking with the ranch manager and the word was that they'd seen a large herd of elk, but shortly thereafter counted 11 wolves and had seen no elk since. We packed up and headed off anyway for fresh snow was falling and I was running out of time with it being last weekend of archery.

We parked the Polaris at the very base of seemingly the tallest mountain the range. James had been back there late July to scout things out and there was a meadow roughly 3/4 of a mile away, but 1000 feet straight up the slope. With the fresh snow we were in no hurry. After about a 1/4 mile of hiking we got into a pack of muleys, including a small buck which I considered going after, but James kept me on target and really wanted to check out the meadow. We cruised around them and continued up the way slowly when we heard a truly incredible bugle rip. This meadow we were approaching is mid hillside, and just up the other side of it the mountain continues straight up- almost looks like pride rock from The Lion King... anyway, this elk bugles and the accoustics of the mountain side made it feel like the earth shook- Lord knows my spine did.

I knocked an arrow and we held tight about 60 yards below the ridgeline to the meadow. At this point we saw two young spikes crest the hill and hop around for a few minutes, pushing eachother around with their antlers lazily. Obviously these two hadn't produced that bugle (and they're illegal to hunt), so we let them continue to cruise on and we got in a better position to approach the meadow and see what was going on. As we rounded the next finger over I saw two ears slowly crest the ridgeline and James and I again held rock steady. He'd had his range finder already in hand, and my release was in place and ready to go. She was a young cow and continued right over the hill directly toward us. She stopped when she saw us and held as still as stone- as did we. James very quietly whispered "30 yards", and I begun to accept that I was in my moment, and just needed to be still. What was probably 2 minutes felt like an eternity, but sure enough her head went down to graze and I had an opportunity to draw on her. The movement brought her head back up, so with my bright green 30-pin right behind her shoulder I let it fly. Now my fletchings are bright green and yellow, and I will say that in that moment I watched the trajectory of my arrow perfectly go just about the sight, and slip right back for lime green to meet lime green when I head that ultra-distinct SMACK. With a huge smile I looked at James and knew that I had done it, and done it right. She went right down to the spot where we'd been when we first saw the spikes, and passed quickly. I think my favorite part is that the herd never spooked either. We had some friends that were hunting another area somewhat close, and if hot the intent was to bring them in- so stealth was key from beginning to end. We arrived on my cow at 7pm, and were back at the hotel fully packed out at midnight. The feelings, the experience, all of it.... I cannot and will likely never be able to express the gratitude I have for the opportunities I have, as well as the full freezer for one more year.

Oh yea, and James and I still have another cow elk tag each too that is good through January with a rifle. We are not done!!