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Once-in-a-Lifetime Adventure in Argentina: Dove Hunting, Big Game, and Stunning Scenery

Dino Bugni
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Location: Argentina

I just returned from an unforgettable 12-day trip to Argentina. It was my 5th visit, but this one was by far the best.

I hosted a group of 13 friends and clients who flew from Montana to Atlanta, then boarded a red-eye flight to Buenos Aires. We arrived at 9:00 a.m. the next day, where a charter bus was waiting to take us to a beautiful estate just three hours outside the city. As we drove up, we were welcomed by the sound of millions of doves in the air and the charm of a historic lodge built in the early 1900s. This property once hosted European dignitaries for exclusive hunting trips, and now, it’s open to those seeking an exceptional experience.

After a quick lunch of perfectly cooked beef tenderloin, we headed straight to our first dove hunt. Our guides kept apologizing for the slow action, but honestly, it was wingshooting like nothing I’d ever seen. There was never a moment without doves in the air. We each went through almost a full case of shells in a matter of hours—truly unbelievable!

That evening, we enjoyed another fantastic meal under the stars of the Argentinian night, (pictured below). The next day, we split into two groups—one group went fishing for golden dorado, while the other continued dove hunting. Every boat caught fish and the dove hunting was even faster than the day before. We ended the day by swapping groups and doing the same activities again. Once more, all the boats came back with fish, and countless 20-gauge shells were fired. This is a perfect addition to a big game hunt and well worth a few extra days if you have the time.

On the third day, we said goodbye to this amazing place and headed back to Buenos Aires. From there, we took a private charter to one of our top stag hunting destinations. I’ve been to this free-range estate four times before, accompanying guests on our exclusive March roar hunts. This property has hosted numerous Cabela’s SOA events and hundreds of clients, and we’ve always had great success here. This year was no different. The first day was a bit slow, but we still took two stags, a few blackbuck, and a buffalo. On the second day, things really picked up with 10 stags, more blackbuck, and another gold-medal buffalo.

As always, the hospitality at this estancia was exceptional, and the big game hunting, especially for free-range stags, was top-notch. After bidding farewell to my group as they headed home, I caught a domestic flight to San Martin in the Andes, a new leg of the trip for me but a staple of WTA offerings. This part of the journey completely blew me away. The landscape was stunning, with mountains that reminded me of the western U.S.

The ranch owner picked me up at the airport, and we chatted during the short 45-minute drive to the property. From the moment I arrived, I was in awe. The mile-long, cottonwood-lined driveway led to individual cabins, each with an en-suite bathroom, comfortable front rooms, and California king beds. The ranch also offered full-time power, Wi-Fi, and fresh mountain well water, making it feel like home away from home.

This ranch has a long history of hosting European royalty and aristocrats for invitation-only hunts. Hungarian and English deer genetics were introduced here in the 1960s, and you could see the results in the impressive size and quality of the stags. This unique property is now open to hunters looking for a once-in-a-lifetime stag experience. The ranch is also a great destination for non-hunters, offering activities like fishing, horseback riding, spa days, and shopping trips to town.

What makes this place special is its blend of estate-style hunting and free-range conditions. While there’s still some high fencing on the property, many areas have been opened up to allow wildlife to roam freely between neighboring properties. The ranch is also home to over 200 Alpine Ibex, which are available for hunting. One of the unique aspects of this estate is the large number of female red deer (called hinds) that live here year-round. These hinds attract stags from all over the valley, especially during the rut in March and early April.

The roar here was something I’ve never experienced before. Each morning and evening, you could hear 8–10 stags calling and challenging each other. The sound was deafening at times. You never knew if you’d spot a 400 or 500-inch monster trophy, or a more typical management stag. The whole experience including the stunning mountain scenery, the hunting style, and the high-quality game, would rival the best elk hunts in the western U.S.

In short, Argentina offers an incredible mix of easy travel, exceptional lodging, top-tier hospitality, and world-class big-game hunting, wingshooting, and fishing. If you’re considering an unforgettable adventure, let us design the perfect Argentinian trip for you, your significant other, or your whole group.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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