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Red Stag in Argentina – Big Game Hunting The “Off Season”

Tim Herald
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Red Stags in Argentina

By: Tim Herald

Typically, North American hunters are accustomed to big game seasons primarily being in the fall months of September through November or December. Our spring offers turkey hunting and some bear hunts, but pursuing antlered game is off the table outside of some exotics.

After a long cold winter, I have found that traveling to the southern hemisphere is a great change of pace in March-May, and that coincides with red stag season in Argentina.

Argentina offers some of the highest quality and most affordable red stag hunts in the world. You can go on a quality inclusive package for about the same price as a good whitetail or middle-range priced mule deer hunt. You will eat like a king, be treated like royalty, and the hunting is nothing short of fantastic.

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I recently returned from visiting and hunting with two of WTA’s top outfits in Argentina, and both hunts were fantastic.

 

I started out in Cordoba province at a very nice mountain lodge where nearly 30,000 acres of free-range hunting takes place in the rugged hills. There are lots of stags, and though I was 7-10 days before the peak of rut, stags were roaring both morning and evening. There was a choice of hunting via horseback or by using 4×4’s to access the ranch, and everyone in camp took great stags.

 

My guide and I had glassed many stags, but hadn’t made a real play for one until the morning of day 3. We spotted two nice stags and a few females on an open hillside over a mile away, and we began what would be a 3-hour stalk. We crawled into about 350 yards using what rocks and high grass that we could as cover. As we lay there watching the stags, the largest of the two got out of his bed and made his way toward us. When he disappeared in a fold in the terrain, we quickly moved forward to cut the distance as well.

 

The stag never reappeared, so we crawled to where we could see into a small drainage, and eventually, we spotted his antlers sticking up above the tall grass he had bedded in. We were there over an hour waiting for him to stand and give me a shot, and finally my guide’s patience ran out. He began throwing rocks down toward the stag, only 125 yards away, but we could not get him up.

 

Finally, a big rock must have hit too close, and instead of standing for a better look, the stag launched out of the grass at full speed, and dashed up the open hill away from me. I tracked him in my scope, and after he ran about 100 yards, he paused and looked back. He was quartering away, and I sent a .300 Win round that hit him just behind the shoulder and lodged in his chest. The big stag sprinted less than 50 yards before he piled up and was done.

 

He was an amazing free-range stag with 10 points on each side, and he measured 354”. I was beyond elated as I have taken quite a few stags, and he was by far my largest. That being said, while I was in camp, there was a 376 and a 394 taken. You don’t find free range stags like that on many places at all.

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A couple of days later, I flew down to Patagonia to visit another great outfit. This operation offers 60,000 acres to hunt. Roughly half is free range and half is estate. On the estate section, the sky is the limit, and they have many stags that will score between 400-600”. On the free range part, they have some great looking stags that any hunter would be proud to have on there wall as well. I met 4 friends and WTA clients for the hunt, and everyone came home with great trophies.

 

I really wanted a stag with mass on this hunt. I wasn’t too concerned with how many points, or any kind of score, I just wanted a free range stag that was heavy and had nice looking crowns. The rut was going strong in Patagonia, and every morning, the valleys were filled with almost nonstop roaring from dozens of lovesick stags.

 

We looked over a number of good stags, and I actually shot a couple of management/cull stags that were mature but not of high trophy quality. On the third afternoon, my guide and I drove way to the back of the property as it began ascending into the mountains, and we had seen very little movement. It was warm and quite windy, and we figured the stags were still bedded in the thickest cover they could find.

 

We were glassing from a big open ridge when a deep roar resonated from a swampy area with high grass, thick brush and a few willow like trees below us. Over the next 15 minutes the stag roared more frequently, and finally we spotted his almost black horns through the foliage.

 

He had a small group of hinds with him in the swamp, and he was trying to keep them all corralled up. We moved to about 200 yards above the swamp, and when the big stag chased one of his ladies into an opening, I thought I would get a shot, but he was always moving or facing dead away, and then he dashed back in the thick stuff.

 

After a while the females began feeding toward a grassy clearing in single file, and the kind of the swamp wasn’t far behind. When he was in the wide open at about 180 yards, I took the shot with my guide’s 30-06, and the big red deer fell in his tracks. I was shooting at a severe downhill angle, and I had broken his spine before the bullet entered his chest.

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When we got down in the swamp, I was pleasantly surprised. I knew he was a good stag, and I knew he had mass, but I had no idea how good he really was. He was a straight 8×8 with very nice crowns, excellent mass, and virtually black antlers with ivory tips. He was a perfect free range Patagonia stag.

As I mentioned, all of our group took great stags, and my friend Seth took what should be the new #5 archery free-range South American stag in the record books.img_6813

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One thing I really liked about these two locations was that even if you are not hunting during the roar, the country is open enough to glass and stalk stags when they are up and moving and sometimes bedded. Many places where stags are hunted have forest or large amounts of very thick brush, and if stags aren’t roaring in those places, you have a really hard time seeing them at all.

 

In these more open locations, you can viably hunt the stags from early March into July. As a matter of fact, the first place I hunted offers specials during June and July toward the end of their season. Both operations also offer other species like fallow deer, wild boar, blackbuck antelope, axis deer, and even Pierre David’s deer and water buffalo.

 

If you haven’t been to Argentina on a stag hunt, you need to put it on your short list. It is very affordable, it’s an easy trip down from the US or Canada, and the food, people and hunting are all of the highest quality. I have been down there a number of times, and I can guarantee you I will be back. It is one of my favorite hunting destinations.

 

For more information on the two hunts described above, click these links:

http://worldwidetrophyadventures.com/outfitter-profile?hunt_id=738

 

http://worldwidetrophyadventures.com/outfitter-profile?hunt_id=1071

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New Zealand: A Spring Paradise

New Zealand: A Spring Paradise

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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