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Gunwerks LRU (Long Range University) First Day of Class

Nick Filler
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Confidence is a key component of marksmanship and even more essential in long- range shooting. In situations when doubt creeps into your mind, it’s almost as if your brain “finds a way” to assist in missing the shot.

I was hoping Gunwerks Long Range University (LRU) would increase my knowledge base and help me become a more confident trigger man. I’d never had any formal marksman training and I was more than a little apprehensive. The days leading up to LRU had me wondering, would I fit in with the rest of the students? Would I struggle to make good shots? Or, would it feel perfectly natural? I had no idea.

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I’ve been a big game hunter for many years now, but when I began, like most new hunters, I started out with a basic rifle, a low-end scope and inexpensive binoculars.  I did manage to harvest a few animals, but due to my equipment choices, I was severely limited in my effective range.  In the last several years, I’ve upgraded all the pieces in my hunting kit and have moved into longer range shooting, with 400 yards being my longest successful shot. Most in the long range hunting community would not consider this a long range shot and I wanted to find out if I have what it takes to stretch it out a bit farther. I was hoping this class would round out my knowledge base and help move me from a fledgling long range shooter to one with more confidence, skill, and ability.

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The team at Worldwide Trophies Adventures had signed up to join a Gunwerks LRU with a focus on the basics; think “Long Range 101” and hunting foundation tactics. I was familiar with the group of colleagues that I was going with but I had little idea what to expect regarding the instructor or the exact details of the class itself.  Before we left for our trip, however, we got an email from Phil V., the lead instructor, and he did a nice job breaking down the class and giving us a better idea of what to expect.  I realized I had nothing to fear and I just needed to have fun and be a sponge.

We departed early in the morning and it was a 7-hour drive from Sidney, Nebraska to Cody, Wyoming, but it seem like we got there in the blink of an eye.  The trip was incredibly scenic and as a group we had a lot of laughs and took a bunch of pictures along the way! I had never been to that part of northwest Wyoming, but I guarantee I’ll be back!

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After the drive, we checked into the beautiful The Cody Hotel the night before our first class began. The hotel staff was anxious to tell us about the great restaurants in town and we had an awesome dinner, while settling into the Cody atmosphere.

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Getting up early the next morning was easy, as we were anxious to see what the LRU was all about. Classes begin at 08:00 sharp at the Gunwerks range facility in Burlington which was approximately 45 minutes away. Upon walking into the building, I felt like I was at a ranch home with awesome mounts on the walls. This was an amazing way to start the day and I was right at home. The coffee, doughnuts, snacks, and stocked refrigerator were a great touch as well.

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When we met our instructor Phil, it was readily apparent that he had taught many students in the past. Phil is exactly what you would expect from a former military sniper, in his earlier career, and sniper instructor, in his later career. True professional. He was confident, knowledgeable, and someone who was extremely easy to follow. Our class began with a lot of the fundamentals of distance shooting, with a focus on using technology vs. “old-school” methods. We also learned which factors were important to focus on and which factors just add “noise” to your long distance firing solution. I thoroughly enjoyed the classroom session and I took several pages of notes that I’ve already gone back to reference. The second half of the first day was spent on the range applying the classroom learnings to live fire bench shooting.

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As mentioned before, 400 yards was my longest successful shot and I considered that “pretty far,” to use rookie terms.  When we walked outside to the Gunwerks range, the closest target was at 400 yards and the farthest was 1125 yards.  I honestly laughed a little to myself, however, we were all feeling good about the lessons learned before lunch. We went through a series of exercises and by the end of the day, most of us were sending rounds that impacted our targets at the farthest distance.

I think we were all amazed (even humbled) with what a day’s worth of instruction on tactics/technology and quality equipment can do to change one’s skill level. We were able to use Gunwerks rifles we had never fired and feel like proficient shooters. This is a testament to the quality rifles and the great instruction given by qualified individuals. Phil took difficult shooting concepts and made them simple. When an instructor can master that, they build their students’ confidence and help make them better.

In a future blog, I’ll discuss what we learned in the hunting portion of the course and how that will make a difference in my upcoming hunts this fall.

If you are interested in learning more or booking one of these classes, click here –  https://www.gunwerks.com/experiences or give us a call at 1-800-346-8747 

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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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