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Columbia Whitetail – The Hidden Gem of Whitetail Hunting

Mark Peterson
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Method of Take: Rifle
Location: Oregon

The Columbia Whitetail deer is the western-most subspecies of whitetail deer that are found in North America.  Because of their very limited range, they are also one of the least known subspecies of whitetail deer. Columbia Whitetails are much smaller in size than whitetail found in the eastern United states.  They also have the smallest area of any of the whitetail subspecies, with the main population being limited to Douglas County in southern Oregon. Douglas county in southern Oregon is also the only area that is open for limited Columbia Whitetail hunting opportunities.  

There are three ways to get your hands on one of these limited tags for Columbia Whitetail.  Those are either (1) drawing one of the limited tags through the state lottery, (2) obtaining a landowner tag from one of the landowners in this limited area, or (3) working with an outfitter in the area who has scouted ahead of time and done all of the groundwork and secured a landowner tag for this extremely short season.  Being an outsider to the area, the only real option for me was using an experienced local outfitter. My Dad and I had the pleasure of hunting with Rob last year for Columbia Blacktail and we had a great hunt. On that hunt, I learned more about Columbia Whitetails and really got the itch to come back and hunt them in the future.  Upon returning home to Michigan, I immediately made plans to return this year to hunt Columbia Whitetails. With such a limited number of landowner tags, it is important to plan these hunts in advance. Typically, WTA works with Rob on bookings that are usually 16-24 months in advance. 

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Prior to 2003, the Columbia Whitetail deer were listed as endangered and had a total population of around 2,000.  But because of some extensive conservation programs that incentivizing local landowners to keep and maintain proper habitat on their land for the whitetail deer, their population began to grow.   Eventually their numbers increased to the point that they were delisted from the endangered species list in 2003. In 2005 a limited number of hunting tags were issued. Landowners in the area with property acreage over a certain size were given a landowner tag each year.  These limited tags were also a way to incentivize the landowners to protect the much-needed habitat for the Columbia Whitetail deer. Columbia Whitetail are a great example of how hunting is helping in the conservation of various North American species. The landowners are rewarded for protecting the habitat with a tag.  With this tag they can choose to hunt themselves, transfer it to another member of their family, or they can choose to sell the tag to an outfitter. The third alternative results in an additional income source for the landowner.  

The areas that the Columbia Whitetails inhabit in Douglas County are also the same areas that Columbia Blacktails inhabit.  The blacktails tend to be up higher in the hills and the whitetails tend to be down low in the thicker brush cover, but it is not uncommon to see both whitetails and blacktails while out hunting the area surrounding Roseburg. On this trip, the landowner tag that I had was for a ranch of just under 500 acres, which was all lower terrain, consisting of thicker cover.  There were not many blacktails on the property, but it had a very healthy population of whitetails. For Columbia Whitetail there is a very limited season in early October. This is before their rut, so the deer generally follow a routine every day. Movement is limited during mid-day, with the majority of their movement coming right at first light and again the last couple hours of the day.  As the ranch had a number of rolling hills and wooded areas on it, the primary method of hunting was spot and stalk. We would get situated on higher vantage points and glass into the lower areas below trying to catch the deer coming in and out of their bedding areas moving to different food sources. This year the acorn drop was extremely large, so there was no lack of food in the woods, which meant that the deer didn’t have to come out into the fields as much as in past years. This made glassing a bit tougher, but it was also much more intense.  The goal was to catch movement in the woods and then once movement was caught, zone in to see what it was.  

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The morning of day one brought in heavy fog which limited visibility.  Even with the limited visibility, we were able to glass up a number of deer including a few smaller bucks.  One of the smaller bucks was a baby giant as you could tell he was young but had the frame to be a giant deer in the future.  Roughly 6 years ago, the Columbia Whitetail herd suffered a hard hit of EHD that knocked out over 60% of the herd. Since then, the herd has continued to grow and by current estimation has a population above what it had at the time of the EHD outbreak.  All great news, as this allowed all of the age classes to be back and established. After a busy morning, we called it for lunch as there was very limited movement midday. 

After lunch we were back out glassing.  With about an hour left before sunset, the deer started to come out to a grassy knoll just at the edge of their wooded bedding area.  At last light we caught a glimpse of a big buck, but with light fading fast there was no way to get in close or even get a better look at him.  However, the sighting ensured that we knew where we would be on morning two.

The next morning brought some light rain and continued fog that limited visibility even more than the previous day.  After an hour of glassing, we decided to take a more aggressive approach and do a walk into the edge of the wooded area.  We would move slow and steady and see if we could glass up any deer. We saw a number of does and a few smaller bucks. But as we were getting ready to call it a morning, Rob glassed down in a valley and caught a glimpse of a big buck walking through some thick vegetation.  Unfortunately, the buck never stepped out of the thick patch. As the wind was not in our favor, we backed out with the plan of coming back that afternoon.  

Knowing roughly where that big buck was, we switched from glassing and made another plan.  We would put a make-shift blind together, with the idea that we would switch to a more traditional whitetail hunt.  We would wait for him to feed out at night. We got in plenty early as we had to set up the blind. After three hours of waiting, we had about an hour left of daylight.  We all caught movement, from our right, at the same time. It was the big buck with his head down moving at a good clip. He made it through the first opening before I could get the rifle up or Grant could get the camera switched on and ready.  The buck turned and started heading our way, still moving at a good clip. Then he stopped behind a group of trees. As I raised up my rifle and got a good look through the scope, I could tell he was eating acorns. As we sat ready, he continued slowing working uphill to the right again.   All we needed was for him to take eight more steps and he would be in the open. As we were watching the buck, the wind had slowly changed direction and we all felt it on the back of our necks at the same moment. The buck raised his head up, looked about, and out of curiosity, walked a couple of steps forward giving me the perfect shot.  I could tell he was getting ready to bolt, so I made a good quick shot and he was down. This was one of those times where I would have loved a bit more camera footage, but I could read his body language and knew I only had a second or two to make the shot. 

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Walking to the buck, I took it all in.  The leaves were changing color, the ground was loaded with acorns and the sun was slowly setting.  What an amazing moment; what a great moment to be a hunter!!! This buck was everything and more than I could have hoped for.  He was a truly great Columbia Whitetail. It was an amazing trip. Rob is a great person and, as always, is top notch. I look forward to getting back to southern Oregon with my muzzleloader to chase some of the blacktails that make that area of Oregon so famous.  If you are looking to experience either a great Oregon Blacktail or a great Oregon Whitetail hunt, make sure to reach out to the team at WTA. Again, these hunts are usually booked out far in advance, so plan ahead. And, Happy Hunting!

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Limited-Entry Alaska Dall Sheep: North America’s Pinnacle Hunt

As the December 15 deadline to apply for Alaska’s most coveted big-game tags approaches, one opportunity stands above all others: limited-entry Dall sheep. If you’ve ever dreamed of pursuing this iconic high-country species, now is the time to apply.

Why this Hunt Matters More than Ever

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.

Exceptional Success Rates

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:

  • 100% shot opportunity during the past three seasons,
  • 90%+ harvest rates on mature rams,
  • Some of the largest Dall rams in North America.

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

Why…
My Alaska Range Grizzly Adventure

My Alaska Range Grizzly Adventure

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.

Learn about this Hunt

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.

One of the most unforgettable sights is the famed swirling cyclone of Canada geese funneling down into a field. I can still hear my dad yelling over the deafening honks, his voice barely audible, “They can’t hear us!” The birds were so loud that those at the top of the funnel couldn’t even hear the gunfire below. If you’ve ever experienced it, you know exactly the kind of spine-tingling moment I’m talking about.

When the birds pushed south, so did we.

The prairie pothole regions of North Dakota are pure waterfowl gold. The right pothole on a cold morning—especially if you can find open water—can be magic. And if the water’s frozen? My dad had a fix: get there early, break trail through the skim ice, and push it under itself to create an opening. Voilà…open water.

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:

  • Slipping and sliding at a Nebraska reservoir, laughing hysterically as we wondered if we’d ever get the old Suburban and trailer back up the icy boat ramp. After limiting out on greenheads.
  • Rowing across the Delta Marsh in the dark to find the perfect crescent-shaped bulrush island to set the decoys that the canvasbacks couldn’t resist.
  • 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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