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Chamois Hunting in France/ WTA Exclusive

Mark Peterson
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Location: France

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When you think of European or mountain hunting, France usually isn’t one of the top destinations that is talked about.   I had thought France would be a hard country to bring firearms to.  I figured that the country wouldn’t be very hunter friendly.  I even doubted, as compared to other locations, how good the hunting would be.   Wow, was I wrong about France!!!  I recently had the privilege of traveling to France, along with my father Earl, as we hunted for Alpine and Chartreuse Chamois, while also working on setting up an exclusive WTA operation in France and other European countries.  It was on this trip that I realized just how amazing the hunting in France is! With the long hunting seasons in France, it also rather easy to plan around other hunts in North America.  As an example, chamois hunting can be done from October to February in various areas across France.  France is also the home of the Chartreuse Chamois, which is only located in a small area in the southwestern part of France.  If you are looking for the Capra slam or just a really awesome mountain hunt, France needs to move up your list of future hunting destinations.

 

My main concern from the start was how tough would it be to get a firearm into France?  I have traveled to Spain hunting numerous times and know that it can be a little challenging to import a firearm, unless long term planning and paperwork is completed.  I was shocked to learn that France does not require any import firearm permits and all that was required is proof that I owned my rifle in the US, and for this I used my 4457 customs form.  Our travel to France, booked by WTA’s partner, Travel with Guns, was uneventful and easy, the way travel should be but not necessarily always is.  Our flights had us leaving Detroit, landing in Paris where we cleared French customs.  The beauty was that we were able to check our bags all the way through to our final destination of Lyon and did not have to pick them up in Paris.  Paris customs were uneventful and the flight into Lyon went off without a hitch.

 

The moment of truth came as we picked up our rifles in Lyon.  Nothing was needed and we walked right out and met our team waiting for us.  Even though everything went perfect for us bringing our rifles and ammo into France, I strongly encourage ever hunter leaving North America to work with our WTA partner, Travel with Guns, to book your flight and make sure you are aware of any last minute changes in regards to traveling with your rifle and ammo.

 

We had five hunting days in France and I wanted to personally see as many of the different hunting areas as I could to help in planning which ones would be best for future WTA clients.  The one odd thing that France does have, is that the hunting areas have different days of the week that they are open to hunting.  Usually which days a hunt area is open is determined by local organizations and they do not coordinate with each other.  An example of this was the first Alpine Chamois area we hunted; it was open Monday through Thursday, but closed to hunting on Friday.  The Chartreuse area was only open to hunt on Saturday and Sunday, so planning is necessary.  Our plan was to hunt Alpine Chamois when we arrived late afternoon on Wednesday and also Thursday.  We would then do a sight-seeing day while moving into the Chartreuse area Friday.  We would then hunt Chartreuse on Saturday and Sunday.   Finally, we would finish up at a different Alpine Chamois area on Monday and Tuesday before catching our flight back home to Michigan.

 

The majority of flights from the US to France are overnight flights, which basically means you leave the US late afternoon/ early evening and land in France the following morning. France is ahead of the Eastern Time zone by 6 hours, so there is some jet lag to deal with, but it is not too bad.  I’ve found that if I can stay up the day of arrival, I will be really tired that night and that will lead to a good night of sleep and my body will adjust to the new time zone.

 

After our arrival in Lyon, we did a short 90 minute drive to our hotel.  Once there, we quickly changed into our hunting clothes so that we could get in the last couple of hours of hunting before sunset.  The area we were hunting was the beginning of the French Alps mountain range and it is absolutely gorgeous country.  Leaving the hotel we were soon on a one lane road that led us to a small village.  Leaving the city and getting into the country is the tale of two entirely different views of France.  As I would learn on this trip, the country is extremely pro hunting and many of the areas actually have hunt clubs where people from the local villages would meet once or twice a week to go hunting together.  This tradition of rural France reminds me of the deer camps we have in the states.

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Upon arrival into the hunting area, we were met by the area’s wildlife manager who would be along with us.   He was extremely pro hunting and was happy to have foreigners in the area hunting.  Having only a couple of hours to hunt our first day, we were guided to a spot where there is usually a group of chamois, and we saw a big male sky lined.  He was about 1,200 yards away.   As we planned the stalk to try and get Dad in position for a shot, we noticed that we would be out of sight from the Chamois for about 800 yards.  This was good and bad at the same time.  Good as we would be out of sight, but bad because it would take us about an hour to cover the distance and we not be able to see if the chamois moved.  As this looked to be our only good option to cut the distance, we gave it a try.  After an hour we popped up and the chamois was nowhere to be found.   We waited until dark to see if he showed again, but no luck.

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The next morning, we went on a long hike into the hunting area on the far side of the mountain from the previous night.  We were right at the tree line as we walked around the mountain to glass.   We were hunting where the trees stopped and the area opened up to rocks and cliffs.  Doing our stalk this way, we were covered as we walked along but still able to look at the open cliffs and rock faces that the chamois call home.  It was a long day on the mountain as we put in over ten mountain miles.   In the end we weren’t successful, but we did see two big males, but they were, unfortunately, in areas that we couldn’t get to.  As we started our hike out, we spotted a group of free-range Mouflon sheep below us.  The game manger let me know that there were available tags for the area, and asked if I would like to go after one.  The decision didn’t take long and we were off, going as fast as we could towards the bottom of the mountain, in a race against losing daylight.  With about 15 minutes of daylight left, we moved to a viewing area but we didn’t see the small band of rams we saw from the top.  Instead we saw a group of over 20 Rams working their way above us. I quickly got set up and we glassed the group moving along the rocks.  Picking out the biggest ram was followed by a perfect shot, and the ram was down.  A free-range Mouflon in the French Alps, WOW!  What an amazing experience.

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With no hunting allowed in that area on Friday, we did some sight-seeing as we worked our way towards the Chartreuse area.  I would recommend to everyone hunting in France to build in extra days for sight-seeing at the beginning or end.  There are so many great places to visit and the food is amazing as well.

On Saturday we woke early and drove to the Chartreuse area.   Our guys knew exactly where they wanted to climb to and glass.  Knowing that with the snow it was going to be extremely steep and slippery, Dad stayed back and I went on.  My group hiked for a couple of hours to get to the glassing spot and turned up a giant Chartreuse Chamois within a few minutes.  We stalked our way to him and eventually set up for a shot across a big horse shoe ravine. Waiting for the chamois to move into a good shot angle took a couple of minutes but that gave me time to get my breathing under control. With a well-placed shot, he was down.  I have to admit that judging the size of a Chamois is tough for me, but I could tell the guys were all extremely happy.   Walking up on him, I realized why.  He was an absolute giant and looks like he will be in the top 10 of all time.  WOW! What an experience!

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Knowing that we only had two days to hunt Chartreuse Chamois, we didn’t waste much time with mine.   We took some amazing photos with the chamois perched above the clouds.  And, we loaded him up and headed back down to the valley.  Dad would be up next.

 

Our team knew where they wanted to get set up for the afternoon, but again it was going to be a long, steep climb.   Dad shook his head and said he was up for it and off we went.  Two hours later we finally stopped our almost straight vertical climb and settled in on a long finger point that stretched out above the clouds and allowed us to look over a giant horseshoe on the mountainside.  This area held a number of chamois as there is, in the same spot, good food and cover for them.  We set up and started glassing the area; it was chilly because our sweat drenched clothes didn’t offer much warmth.   After about 90 minutes we caught a glimpse of some chamois moving quickly in and out of the trees on the mountain.  It looked to be a big male chasing a female, but as they cleared the brush into a more open area we could see that it was actually two males chasing a female.  It was really confusing.  We had three chamois who are only slightly different in size running in and out of the brush and trees on the hill in front of us.  As they never stood still and trying to tell them apart for a shot was very difficult.  After a few minutes of chasing, they finally slowed just long enough for us to glass and determine the big male.  Dad put a perfect shot on him.  It was a long hike over to the site but he was another big Chartreuse Chamois.  What a day!   And, to top off the day, the local hunting club was having a big dinner as it was the birthday of their president and they invited us to join.  What an absolutely awesome experience of good food, French wine, smiles and laughter.   We may not speak the same language but we believe in the same values!!!

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After finishing in the Chartreuse area early, we decided to go to a different area to hunt Alpine Chamois.  The new area was six hours away by auto in the South Alps and located less than 100 miles from the Mediterranean Sea.   There are two different park/preserves in this area and both are considered to be in the top three for hunting in France.  We would quickly find out why.  The drive was actually very enjoyable as we were able to see a great deal of the French countryside along the way.  That night we stayed in a small mountainside village that has only 40 year round residents; the building we slept in was over 200 years old.  We were the only residents of the inn that evening and we enjoyed a great meal by the fireside.

 

When we ate a quick breakfast the next morning, we could tell that fog might be a problem as we could only see about 50 feet.   We drove to the hunting area and were we met the park manager for the area and set off hiking up through the rocky area.  We hadn’t hiked more than an hour when we stopped and glassed up a bedded male on a rock outcropping below us.  With the wind in our face, we had plenty of time to get Dad set up.  I was ranging the shot and the steep downward angle required Dad to shoot at 200 yards rather than the 330 actual distance. His shot was perfect, but that’s when the craziness started.  I had been using our 2nd camera and was filming Dad when he shot.  What we didn’t know is that there were six other chamois bedded in the trees near to the one Dad shot.  They all came rushing out on the rock cliff when the shot was fired.  In the chaos we determined there was another good chamois there.  I grabbed my rifle and made a good shot.  And, our quest for Alpine Chamois was over.  It was a great experience for both of us to double up on two awesome Alpine Chamois.

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That would end our hunting on this trip to France, but it did allow us enough time to go back and eat lunch at the local hunting camp.  Again, we had another great experience with like-minded conservationists as we shared stories back and forth.

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For the reminder of our time in France we were able to do more sightseeing and finalized all of the details on WTA’s exclusive hunts in France for all of the chamois species, Mouflon sheep and Roe Deer.  Why did I set up these hunts exclusively for WTA clients in these areas?  That is pretty simple.  At WTA, we want nothing but the best for our clients and in some areas we can accomplish this by simply doing it direct ourselves.  What I can guarantee for our clients looking to hunt in France with us, is that we have the best operation in the country at the best prices.  We have cut a lot of the normal middle people out, so we are working direct for you.   If you are looking for the trip of a lifetime to hunt in France, or anywhere else in Europe, give the team at WTA a call.   We will make sure to give you the best experience possible!!! 1-800-346-8747

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In the not-too-distant past, Alaska suffered back-to-back-to-back severe weather events that dramatically impacted Dall sheep populations across much of the state, resulting in fewer over-the-counter opportunities and even closures. Hunters have been forced to look to Canada, where hunts are now largely sold out through 2027 and prices have surged beyond $60,000. Even at such outrageous prices, availability is scarce.

This shift has made Alaska’s limited-entry draw areas for Dall sheep one of the most valuable options left for serious hunters. With hunts priced between $28,000 and $35,000, applicants can still access very high-quality white sheep at nearly half the cost of Canadian alternatives.

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Despite the challenges statewide, the limited-entry regions—managed by very conservative tag allocations—continue to produce outstanding results for the lucky applicants of WTA TAGS:

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For those willing to embrace the physical challenge, this hunt represents the ultimate North American mountain adventure.

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I’ve been a bear hunter my whole life, but grizzly was always the dream. When the time finally came, I reached out to WTA to book a hunt. My someday hunt was finally becoming a reality. I thought I knew what I was hoping for: one good opportunity at a mature grizzly. What actually happened over those 10 days was beyond anything I could have imagined.

My journey began in Anchorage, where I stayed the night before flying into the bush. The outfitter has a liaison in town to help with any last-minute needs, so no rental car was needed. The next morning at Merrill Field, I boarded a turboprop (they use caravans, not tiny Super Cubs) for the 1½-hour flight into hunting country.

At the airstrip, the crew waited with Kong—a massive military deuce-and-a-half that can ford rivers, plus Polaris six-wheelers. After a stop at the roadhouse to organize, we headed to moose camp, about four miles upriver.

The camp itself told stories of 50 years of hunting. Cabin walls covered with dozens of hunters’ stories, as far back as the ’70s. Old regulation books showing $50 polar bear licenses. Boxes of ammo, left behind over decades for anyone who might need them. Four cabins with wood stoves surrounded the main lodge, and there was a creek-fed shower with endless hot water. A crate of beer stays ice-cold in the stream. It’s glorious. Remote Alaska with just enough comfort to keep you hunting hard every day.

From the roadhouse, we spotted two black bears on the mountainside. That evening, the cameraman Jordan and I glassed near camp, getting oriented for what was supposed to be a grizzly-focused hunt.

The next morning, those black bears were still there. We moved in. At 390 yards, with shifting thermals threatening to blow our approach, I took my shot. Low but lethal. Two more shots finished it. While butchering, we discovered this old boar was peppered with birdshot—dozens of pellets in each leg and shoulder. Somewhere, sometime, he’d been a problem bear. He could take a bullet. By 3 p.m., we had meat in the freezer and the hide salted. We were back to looking for grizzly.

Day two took us seven miles up the creek on six-wheelers, somewhat technical riding through river crossings and over rough terrain. Near the old sheep camp, we spotted a sow with three cubs and various black bears, but no boars.

Then everything changed. Rounding an alder-lined corner, our guide hit the brakes. A black bear ahead was acting strangely. It was actually approaching us. Behind him, a grizzly was hunting him, panting from the chase. The black bear, caught between predators, escaped up the cliffs.

The grizzly sat on its haunches, exhausted, looking between us and the black bear as it escaped. This bear was in full predator mode, seemingly calculating whether we might be easier prey. Then he simply lay down for a nap, 400 yards away, completely unconcerned by our presence.

For 34 minutes, I stayed behind the gun. Time passed slowly as we talked through every scenario: “If he does this, we’ll do that.” Finally, he stood and turned broadside at 415 yards. One squeeze, perfect shot placement. He barrel-rolled down the slope.

This was it—the animal I’d wanted forever, taken in a sequence I couldn’t have scripted better. Pure euphoria.

We had two bears down and over a week left of hunting. Day three was Jordan’s birthday, and we decided to get him a bear tag from camp. This would be his first hunt behind a rifle. We picked up a great black bear in no time. Jordan’s demeanor totally changed as he went into hunt mode and put a perfect 350-yard shot right into the bear’s heart. Top-tier birthday!

Three bears in three days with a week remaining. I bought a second tag and grabbed my bow. We spent four days searching for another bear, exploring drainages, following wolf tracks, catching Dolly Varden, and collecting shed antlers. Living the full Alaska experience while always hunting.

On the second-to-last day, I spotted a huge black bear doing loops through berry patches on a steep face. After multiple failed positioning attempts, I opted to go solo while Jordan and our guide filmed from a distance. The bear, hearing me crash through the alders below him, thought I was another bear invading his berries. At nine yards, with his hackles up and ears flat, I put an arrow through his front shoulder. Our group’s fourth bear.

Four bears in four days. An incredible adventure. This was the outfitter’s first year focusing on Fall bear hunting. The populations are thriving (evident from the moose without calves), and they’ve wisely increased tag allocations.

I came to Alaska with a lifelong dream of taking a grizzly. What I got was something I couldn’t have imagined: multiple species, incredible encounters, and memories that transformed a dream hunt into something beyond dreams. The grizzly lying down in front of us, completely unafraid. Jordan’s pure joy at his first bear. Stalking with my bow, close enough to hear the bear growling and clacking its jaws.

Some hunts meet your expectations. This one created new ones. When you book with WTA, you’re not just booking a hunt, you’re setting yourself up for adventures you can’t even imagine.

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The Central Flyway is a waterfowl superhighway—a vital corridor for migrating ducks and geese—and for those of us lucky enough to be waterfowlers, it offers unmatched opportunities to hunt and experience the migration from September through January.

Over the past 40 years, I’ve had the privilege of chasing ducks around the world, but many of my favorite memories come from following this flyway, especially during those early years when my duck-obsessed father would pull my brother and me out of school every Fall to chase birds.

That’s right! We missed school every year for dedicated waterfowl trips. No regrets.

In the true north country, along the edges of Canada’s boreal forest, early-season hunts are nothing short of magical. The birds are just beginning their journey south—hungry, unpressured, and eager to settle into newly harvested grain fields. It’s a waterfowler’s paradise. The decoy spreads in these northern zones are often among the first the birds see, and their eager, uneducated responses can be absolutely breathtaking.

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When the birds pushed south, so did we.

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I’ll never forget one frigid morning. After breaking ice, my hands were bright red and on the edge of frostbite. I looked at my dad for sympathy, but he just grinned as the puddle ducks cupped up and said, “Do you want warm hands, or do you want to shoot ducks?” Like I said, he was a fanatic. I grabbed the old Winchester pump and did my best. That day, I also learned the value of hand warmers and Gore-Tex gloves.

There are so many unforgettable moments:

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  • Chasing snow geese in South Dakota and realizing we’d finally picked the perfect field, the one that made it worth all those hours spent spray-painting sheet-metal shell decoys in the garage.

These weren’t just hunting trips. They were memories shared with family, with friends, and with the great outdoors itself.

In the end, missing a week of school every year was worth every single minute.

The last duck hunt I shared with my admittedly duck-crazy father was a world away and half a lifetime ago. The hunt may be long over, but the memory will always stay with me.

At WTA, we’re proud to connect our clients with trusted partners so they can experience these same one-of-a-kind adventures.

We offer incredible destinations and outstanding outfitters all along the Central Flyway—from Alberta and Saskatchewan to North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, and Oklahoma—so you can create your own lasting memories.

Call Worldwide Trophy Adventures at 1-800-346-8747 today to book your trip of a lifetime.

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