Bowhunter's Page
2009
Brett Eggers
Oct. 25, 2009
22 Yard Shot
Bow - Hoyt 38 Pro
Arrow - Easton
Broadhead - NAP Hellrazor
Jim Dobbe
Oct. 24, 2009
5 X 5 White Tail
Taken South of Oakdale
Spencer Endorf & Brett Eggers
Oct. 11th 2009
Turkey hunt Northwest of Tilden
Ken Scheider
Sept 10th
Montana Pronghorn
Shot at 9:00 AM
The third day of a four day hunt
18 yard shot from a blind on a water hole.
Hunted with Blue Rock Outfitters
Megan Eggers
First whitetail deer with a bow
Oct 4th, 2009
Hoyt Alphamax 32
Easton Epic Arrow
NAP Hellrazor Broadhead
21 Yard Shot
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2008
Kevin Olson
Shot November 7th 5:00 PM
Bow - Bow Tech Tribute
Stanton County
Paul Loberg
Shot Evening of November 11
Bow - Bow Tech 82 nd Airborne
Arrows - Carbon Express Maxima 350
Broadhead - Rage 2 Blade 100 Gr
Sight - Spott Hogg H066-IT
Vapor Trail Limb Driver Rest
Moultrie I-40 Trail Camera
Dale Lorenz
Shot November 8th - Grove Lake
Bow - Mathews
Arrows - Gold Tip
Jay Putters
First Archery Deer
Shot October 25th in Pierce County
Bow - Ross Cardiac
Arrow - Carbon Express
Broadhead - 100 Gr Muzzy 3 Blade
Dave Beaudette
Former member
Shot Wednesday night Oct 1st
With Mathews Conquest bow
in Stanton County
Nice Buck !!!
Dakota Harmon
This is Dakota's first Deer
Shot Sunday Morning Oct 12th
What is a Bowhunter?
Well...between a delightful old man conjuring up memories of long ago hunts and a boy's first
bow, we find an unpredictable creature called a bowhunter. Bowhunters come in assorted sizes,
but the all have the same creed: to sbend as much time as possible outdoors.
Bowhunters are found nearly everywhere, stalking around swamps, sneaking through briar patches,
and scouting deer tracks a month before the season opens. Mothers love them; sweethearts can't understand
them; the boss envies them, and heaven protects them.
When you are busy working, a bowhunter is thinking of lonely trails and a countryside painted with
autumn leaves. When you want him to make a good impression all he can talk about is fletching an
arrow and his favorite bow.
A bowhunter is a funny guy... in the woods he will happily eat last year's candy bar and drink from
any mountain stream, but at home his wife pampers his stomach. He likes long weekends, buckskin
jackets, old apple orchards, logging roads, unposted land and questionable companions who are
also hunters. Without thought of race, creed, or color, he likes people who hunt with arrows three
months of a year and talk about it twelve.
Nobody else is so early to rise or so late to dinner. Nobody else can cram into one pocket an extra
bowstring, waterproof matches, insect repellant, a bottle of buck lure, a faulty compass, an can
opener, a red handkerchief, and two chocolate bars.
A bowhunter is an instinctive creature. You know where hi is in spring and summer, but he's hard to
find in the fall... when he's overcome by that primitive urge to roam free in the foothills and swamps
with the hope of just one clear shot... to chase game with the ghosts of other hunters... from other times.
That's all he really asks.
Unknown Author
Bow Hunters Are Like That
by Larry Dablemont
"I just wanted you to know," said the irate voice over the phone, "that stuff you wrote about what to do when you get lost in the woods is pure bunk." He went on to say that he had followed my advice by firing three times into the air at 15-minute intervals.
"Nobody ever showed up," he said, " and I Lost every arrow I had."
Bow hunters are like that. I feel comfortable in pointing out the eccentricities of today's archer because I am one of them, loosely speaking. You can tell a bow hunter rather easily upon close observation. He usually has a little bit of camouflage paint in his sideburns and a painful bow string burn inside the left wrist. He also has a couple of bales of hay in the yard as target background and lost arrows scattered around the lawn from missing those bales of hay. If you have ever smelled buck scent, you can smell a bow hunter across a parking lot from October into January.
The most embarrassing things happen to bow hunters. A friend of mine from back home in the hills sat patiently in a tree stand for two weeks of the season without seeing anything but blue jays. Then one day a big wild turkey gobbler walked under his tree, and in his anxiety he dropped his arrow.
Another hunter with a tree stand overlooking a farm pond let his 8-year-old son take his BB gun and sit in an old barn loft nearby to watch. Hi wasn't expecting any action that afternoon, but a nice buck appeared and moved steadily toward the pond. As the bow hunter prepared to take a close shot, he heard the BB gun pop from the barn loft. Apparently it was a pretty good shot, judging from the reactions of the vanishing buck. I assume that there was a heck of a discussion between father and son shortly afterward in the barn loft.
It's no fun being a bow hunter. Sure, we talk about how wonderful it is to be in the woods alone, to watch those beautiful sunrises. The last beautiful sunrise I saw from my bow stand barely provided enough warmth to keep me from freezing. I sit there and I dream about ol' hatrack walking under the limb I'm frozen to, but it never happens. The closest anything ever came to my stand was a Sunday moring squirrel hunter in October. I remember him well. It was just at daylight when he sat down beneath my limb. From 20 feet above, I tried to think of some way to let him know I was there. So I asked him why he wasn't in church. The guy never even looked up, but I could hear him running through the brush for a good five minutes and I haven't seen him since.
Yeah, "beautiful sunrises," "woodlands awakening to a new day," "songbirds lighting on your bow"...big dial! I wanna see a deer! I want venison in the freezer. I want some kind of return on the $40 worth of buck scent I've squirted on every bush within 50 yards of my tree.
I guess I shouldn't get so upset. After all, there's next season. You young hunters should learn from this. Stay away from the bow and broadhead. Don't become one of us poor souls, nailing rotten old boards in the fork of a tree in the deep woods of September, while your children sit at home without a tree house of their own.
I suggest you try something a little more practical ... like hunting bobwhite with a slingshot.