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Guest Blog: Smell the Roses

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Species: Stone Sheep

by Randy Johnson, Hunting Consultant at WTA

July 24, 2016

I would like to wish a couple of close friends the very best of luck on their Stone Sheep Hunts that they will be leaving for this week! I won’t mention names, but they both know who they are. One, is an outstanding WY sheep guide. The other, a passionate hunter, horseman, and outdoorsman. Both have dreamed of this day and unique opportunity their entire lives. I understand better than most the kind of pressure that is placed upon our shoulders when we “bite the bullet” to book a Stone Sheep Hunt as they are extremely expensive and challenging. For most people it will be the only chance they ever get to “chase this dream” as they have saved and sacrificed for years in ways some people may find difficult to understand to fund such an endeavor. Yes, that does equate to pressure for when any of us hunt wild sheep we are definitely at the mercy of countless, intangible elements and unknowns that we have little or no control over such as; weather, outfitters/guides, terrain, rivers, injury, rules, regulations, the unpredictability of rams and TIME itself!

I personally recall so vividly my Stone Sheep hunt, a turnback hunt that I booked at the last minute where I only had a month to prepare before leaving! I knew it would be my only chance and that I would never be able to go on such a hunt again! Although I really didn’t have the money to spend I had to reach deep as my wife and young family supported me in the decision to pursue my dream. On my hunt we fought all kind of obstacles and we didn’t see a ram until the 9th day out on the mountain as TIME was running out. However, I hadn’t given up and after spotting a group of rams miles away in some cliffs it took us the entire day to cross a rugged valley covered with suffocating shintangle to reach a vantage point we had identified that was directly across a lake from where the rams had been.  Peering through our binos we watched helplessly as the rams moved out of the cliffs and disappeared from sight. I remember my outfitter/guide saying, “we don’t have a chance of finding those rams before dark and that we would have to hike back out to base camp the next day.” I remember looking at him and saying, “I’m going after those rams now as this will be the only chance I ever get to take a Stone Sheep and you can either stay or come with me!” I believe he thought I was crazy because we were dead tired and the odds were stacked against us but he chose to go with me on an epic scramble/stalk where I shot my ram at 700 yards minutes before dark! That same guide still talks about that hunt today when I run into him at shows!  I’m sure many of you have had similar hunts and situations. The point I’m trying to make here is that you should never give up. Don’t be hesitant in daring to challenge yourself to fulfill your dream whatever it may be. I know that my two friends will pursue the harvesting of their Stone Rams later this week with a relentless belief in themselves, even if they have to reach deeper than they ever dreamed possible to find the strength, determination and desire to finish the race that they started in their minds many years ago!  GOOD LUCK GUYS!

Many of you may have heard of Tiburon Island as it is famous for producing some giant desert rams. If you don’t know much about it take a few minutes to research the island as its history is fascinating and it is indeed one of the rarest places on earth to hunt! I say this because of not only where it is located but how it is managed for tags. If you know of someone who has dreamed of hunting the island and has the financial means then please have them contact me as soon as possible as we want to lock in the best dates possible. Thanks.

I appreciate those of you who choose to share your stories and hunting pictures with us. I’m attaching a few personal photos this evening of animals that you may enjoy as you continue to dream of this hunting season.

Never forget the importance of stopping to appreciate the smallest details in life and to smell the roses! Since it is impossible for any of us to shift LIFE INTO REVERSE make it a point of emphasis on your personal journey to cherish your family and those you can count as true friends! Although we may be able to slow the sands of time down just a little there is no way we will ever completely stop those tiny granules from eventually sifting through our personal hour glasses in life. Remember, “record and appreciate the entire experience in your mind, in a journal, or through pictures, video, etc, as we only get one chance at a wide variety of circumstances/events in this world we live in.  Stay safe and always keep your boots warm as each and every day presents a new mountain and adventure for us to explore in life!

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The end of winter in the Northern Hemisphere gives me the itch to travel. I often visit Uganda to chase buffalo, before coming home for Spring turkey season. But this year, I switched it up. My wife, Alka, and I headed south to New Zealand for the last few days of February. We hosted two groups of hunters at two of WTA’s top outfitters and we all enjoyed a wonderful trip.

New Zealand offers endless opportunities for non-hunting companions while delivering a world-class hunting experience. Both lodges where we stayed had dedicated hosts who organized daily activities for the non-hunting guests. Shopping, visiting wineries, sightseeing in Mount Cook, jet boating, and many other activities filled the schedule. Once our hunts wrapped up, the guys joined the ladies on several of these excursions. I especially enjoyed spending a day exploring Mount Cook and an afternoon on the jet boat.

After flying to New Zealand and clearing customs, we caught a short flight to Queenstown. Queenstown is beautiful, situated on a lakeshore with steep mountains dropping straight to the water, making for postcard views. The local food scene is excellent. Alka and I tried multiple restaurants, checked out local shops, and rode the skylift to the top of the mountain. It was nice to have a day or two to acclimate to the 13-hour time difference.

We went to our first lodge, got settled in, visited the rifle range, and then had an incredible dinner.

Alka isn’t really a hunter. She has taken a few animals, and somehow I talked her into hunting a red stag. We got out at daylight with our excellent guide, Victor, when the stags were roaring. We looked at a couple of groups and crept over a ridge to glass into a creek bottom. We found stags roaring, fighting, feeding, and moving all over.

We finally decided on a beautiful red stag with a tank of a body, heavy mass, great crowns. And you could tell he was old. He was also dominant. The others gave way whenever he came near.

After a couple of hours, our stag bedded with another away from the others, and we decided to make a move. Victor expertly maneuvered us down into the thick creek bottom with the wind in our faces. Eventually, we moved within 100 yards of where we thought the stags were. After a while, the other stag stood up and repositioned. When he bedded again, Victor wanted to shift for a better angle. We ended up at 65 yards and could see our stag’s antler tips.

We waited 3 hours for the big guy to get up. We roared, threw rocks, raked brush, but he was tucked in and didn’t budge. Finally, in the early afternoon, Victor raked some brush, roared loudly, and the stag stood. Alka quickly got on the .30-06 and with a couple of shots an inch apart to the shoulder, the big stag dropped. Celebration time!

Alka got a super experience with lots of stag action, a great stalk in close, and then the nerve-racking wait for the 525″ stag to stand up and offer a shot.

Over the next few days, our group of hunters took some incredible stags and fallow deer. Toward the end, a few of us wanted to hunt tahr in the southern Alps.

I cannot describe how beautiful and rugged those mountains are, and seeing them from a helicopter is an experience not to be missed. My hunting partner and I both scored on nice bull tahr the morning we went out, and then the chopper pilot took the ladies up for a quick ride to show them the beauty and majesty of the southern Alps. It was a morning none of us will ever forget.

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Alka and I then packed up and transferred to our next lodge, where we met four other couples, including our good friends Russell and Cindy. Russell and I were going to hunt together, as we have all over the globe, and again, the ladies had a full palette of fun excursions planned.

During the first afternoon, we saw a number of great stags and some incredible fallow. What really excited me was seeing and hearing bugling elk. We returned for a 5-star meal (Be ready to gain weight in New Zealand!) and prepared for the next day. 

Just after daylight, we were on stags and moving around the hills and canyons, glassing and enjoying the views and the number of animals. One of the hardest parts of hunting there is choosing the stag you want to pursue. There are so many, and they are all so different, it’s sensory overload. There are wide, heavy, drop tines, typical frames, and every other antler configuration imaginable.

While glassing some stags in a wallow across a canyon, I spotted a big bull elk up on a ridge. He was so regal standing on the skyline, I kept coming back to him with my binos. I must have talked about him non-stop, because my outfitter and guide Shaun finally said, “We can go after him if you want, but he is about a mile away, and it’s all uphill.” I told Shaun I was ready to go if he was, so off we went, trekking up the mountain.

When we got to the top, we couldn’t find the bull. Huge rock formations blocked us from seeing a number of areas, so we slowly moved from rock to rock, carefully glassing, until we found the big bull on the third set of rocks.

I quickly set up and Shaun ranged the bull at a bit under 300 yards, moving away. Shaun has suppressed Gunwerks rifles available for his clients to use. I knew with that setup, the shot should be easy if the bull presented a good angle.

After watching him for a few minutes, the bull swung around, giving me a quartering away shot, and I tucked one in behind the shoulder. The big guy was done. When we got to him, he was way bigger than I thought, with 54″ beams and a huge frame, the 7×7 stretched the tape to 397″. I was ecstatic!

That afternoon, I went along with Russell on an exciting stag hunt where we got in on two great bulls. After a lot of maneuvering, they stepped out of a bedding area at 70 yards, and Russell hammered a beautiful stag with great crowns and kicker tines off both sides. Getting in close on these huge stags is an absolute blast.

The other guys in camp were laying down some great animals as well. On our second-to-last day, we all decided to go with the ladies for a jet boat ride up a glacial river, a short hike, and then a winery stop for apps and drinks. It was a fantastic day of seeing incredible scenery and relaxing with old and new friends.

On our last morning, Russell decided to find a good elk. An hour or so later, we found a big bull working a wallow. Russell and his guide made a stalk, Russ got on the sticks, and the next thing Shaun and I saw through our binos was the big heavy bull tipping over. What a great way to end our superb hunt!

We all headed back to Queenstown in the afternoon, had a great dinner at the Botswana Butchery restaurant, and then it was one sleep and a long flight home.

More than a Mount: A Bull Elk I’ll Never Forget

More than a Mount: A Bull Elk I’ll Never Forget

It’s one thing to chase a bull through the Nevada mountains…it’s another to relive that moment every day in your own home.

When I got the call that my elk mount was finished, I knew it would be special. But seeing it in person and having it in my home brings it full circle in a way I didn’t anticipate.

That Nevada hunt was already unforgettable. The climb in the dark still stands out. So does the moment everything came together on that rock ledge with the team behind the glass. It was hard earned and intense. Then suddenly, it was over. Like most hunts, it left me wishing I could hold onto the moment just a little longer.

Now I can. This mount is more than a display of an incredible bull elk. It takes me right back to that hunt and everything that came with it.

More than Just Antlers

When I look at this bull now, I don’t just see antlers. I see that canyon again. I remember the cold wind and the nerves settling in as I got prone for the shot.

I remember Richie behind me talking me through it. I remember the team working together like a machine. And I remember walking up on that bull for the first time, realizing just how big he really was.

That’s what a great mount does. It holds the memory, not just the animal.

Read the Full Hunt Story The Details Matter

New Mexico’s draw system is a 100% random lottery, which means you could draw the tag of a lifetime your first year in, or you could wait a decade. You either get lucky or you don’t. I’ve been applying in New Mexico for years, and honestly, this wasn’t the year I expected to get the call. I’d hoped to draw a Montana archery elk tag, so I applied for one of New Mexico’s most coveted rifle elk units, fully expecting to come up empty. But instead, I drew the New Mexico tag and didn’t draw in Montana. That’s how it goes sometimes, and I wouldn’t trade the way it played out for anything.

The unit I drew is a rare place with both the genetics and the age structure to produce truly exceptional bulls. But it’s not a high-volume elk area. You don’t see elk on every hillside. You go with the understanding that you might only lay eyes on a handful of animals, but they could be the bull of a lifetime. That tradeoff is something every hunter needs to consider before applying. Are you willing to grind it out for a chance at something special, taking the risk that it might be a boring hunt? For me, the answer was simple.

The Outfitter Made the Difference

When I drew this tag, I didn’t need to scramble to find an outfitter. WTA already had a relationship with a guide who routinely operates in this unit. Despite the extremely limited number of tags issued each year, this outfitter spends time in the area every season. That kind of consistency is invaluable. He sees the trends year after year. He knows where the bulls tend to hang out during the rut, where they go after it winds down, and how they move through the country as conditions change. That accumulated knowledge gave us a significant head start.

In fact, our outfitter had been in the unit the week prior with one of our clients on the second archery hunt, so he already had fresh intel on where two big bulls had been hanging out. That’s a huge advantage you can’t replicate on your own.

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