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Triple Threat – Coues Deer

Mark Peterson
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Species: Coues Deer

Rifle Coues Deer –“The Grey Ghost” by Mark Peterson

Coues whitetails are a small subspecies of whitetail deer; they are found in Arizona, New Mexico, and Old Mexico.  You can’t hunt Coues deer like typical whitetails, as the desert country they call home is too big and too wide open.  Hunters have got to be able to glass well, stalk long distances, and be able to take long shots.  The Coues deer have developed a reputation of vanishing from sight as quickly as they have been seen and because of this they are often referred to as the “Grey Ghost”.  Famous Author and Hunter Jack O’Conner has written that the Coues deer is “the most difficult of all deer to kill”.

I have been fortunate enough to hunt Coues deer three times so far.  After my first hunt I was hooked.  I was fortunate to draw a tag in Arizona in 2009.  I drew this tag using Cabela’s TAGS at the time, which of course is now WTA TAGS.  Eric Pawlak was my consultant and after talking with him about my portfolio I added Arizona Coues deer, and as luck would have it, I drew the first year.   To this day Eric is still my TAGS Consultant.

The Arizona hunt was what I like to call a traditional Coues deer hunt; Get up high and start glassing.  I was lucky enough to draw a very good unit that had high density and quality.  It didn’t take long for us to start turning up deer.  I remember being fascinated by how we could spot just parts of a deer moving and then, like a ghost, they would disappear.  But, if we stayed at it long enough, we could glass the deer up again as it would continue to move along the mountain side.   Right at last light of the first day hunting, we turned up a big buck, but it was too late to make a move on him.  So we glassed him until dark, with the plan of coming back in the morning and trying to glass him up again.  I remember hardly getting any sleep that night as I was hoping that the buck wouldn’t move too far.

As luck would have it, we glassed him up again the following morning right off the bat.  He had gone about ½ a mile but still was in the same draw.  With plenty of time we made a plan and started our stalk.  We were able to get within 350 yards and get set up for a shot across the canyon to where he was on the opposite hill.   Being a Michigan boy, this was, at the time, the longest shot I had ever taken.  After getting that first shot out of the way as a practice, I remember telling my guide I just wanted him to raise his head up after the miss.  I made the 2nd one count and down he went.  Another real eye opener to me, about the terrain, was how long it took us to walk from the spot I shot to where he was laying.  It was a 350 yard shot but it involved us going down and up which took about an hour.  What a great ending to my first Coues deer hunt!

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On my 2nd Coues deer hunt, I traveled south of the boarder into Sonora Mexico.  The ranch we were hunting was very mountainous, so it was perfect Coues deer habitat.   Our trip was in the middle of January and on this particular ranch the rut was in full swing.  Anywhere we saw a doe there would be a buck close by.  By far, this was the most fun I have ever had glassing.  Every time we would set up high glassing, down on the desert floor we would see bucks chasing and pushing does all over.  This made for some non-stop action.  On day three we climbed up high on the side of a hill, which allowed us to glass for miles in either direction.  There were also some water troughs for cows that we could see.  The Coues deer also used these as it was their only water on this ranch as the rivers dry out except for during the rainy season.   A couple hours after sunrise, we caught a doe coming to get a drink, and not far behind was a buck.  It took one quick look to realize he was a no brainer shooter.  We made a quick game plan and down the hill we went and up onto a little pop up hill.  During this time, the buck and doe stayed in sight.  As we topped the pop up hill, we set the pack down and got ready for the shot.  At just over 400 yards it was over almost as quickly as it started.  Upon walking up we realized just how big this buck was, as he measured 122 inches, and was a monster Coues!

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On my last Coues deer hunt, I went back to Sonora, but this time to a different ranch.  This ranch had a history of producing big Coues bucks.  The difference on this ranch is that it was extremely thick and had a series of ponds that were put in for the cattle.  The thickness of the vegitation made glassing from high above problematic, as it limited our sight path.   So our plan of attack was to get up high and glass in the mornings and evenings.  But mid-day we would sit the waterholes and try to catch a big buck coming in for a drink.  Temps would get up in the high 90’s during the day, so water was a must for the deer.   We had success seeing bucks glassing but they were all young bucks.  On the third day, we choose a smaller pond to sit at, but it was protected by thick brush.  It didn’t take long for the sweat to start pouring; about 2 hours into the sit we caught a glimpse of movement.  Then, just like a ghost, this big buck appeared out of the brush and started for the pond.  It didn’t take me long to realize he was a shooter.  I may have got a little excited as I had a shot off instantly.  As we made our way over to him, the width he had on his rack stood out.   It isn’t very common for Coues to get as wide as he was.  Another great Coues buck down!

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I can honestly say that Coues deer hunting is one of the most enjoyable hunts that I have gone on.  It is also a hunt that I plan on doing many more times in the future.  If you’re looking for a great hunting experience, make sure to look into Coues deer hunting.  WTA offers hunts with the best outfitters in Mexico.  We could also customize a TAGS portfolio for you that includes applying for Arizona Coues deer.  Both are amazing hunts and even better experiences.

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The Gould’s turkey is the largest subspecies in North America, and in the field, they stand out as they strut down dusty trails, flashing their tall frames and bright white fan tips. They’re plentiful here. On my last trip, the group of five tagged six birds by the end of day one—some from blinds, others by stalking ridges. Gobbles echo through the canyons all morning, and the guides know every fold of the landscape and the flocks that roam it. The hunt package includes in-field transport, trophy care, lodging, meals, guide service, and a license waiting for you at camp—everything dialed in so you can focus solely on finding your big ol’ Tom.

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Over the last few years, we’ve been steadily transforming Stonewall Plantation’s land from cattle pasture to high-quality bobwhite quail habitat. We aimed to create hunts that feel as close to wild as possible, and unlike confined shooting preserves, our hunting grounds span diverse terrain including ridges, hollows, and rolling hills. That transformation hasn’t been easy, but it has been worth it. A huge part of that effort has focused on the removal of invasive fescue which had taken over much of the pasture. Fescue chokes out native grasses and eliminates the natural cover and food sources that the quail depend on. Through persistent spraying and management, we’ve brought back the native species and laid the groundwork for wildlife to thrive.

In addition to native grasses, we’ve planted food plots throughout the property—carefully selected mixes of grain sorghum, millet, sunflowers, corn, and Korean lespedeza. These plots not only support healthy quail populations, but they’ve also created a boom in other wildlife. Watching our dogs lock up on a big covey of birds is a rewarding moment, and those moments are coming more frequently each year.

Our last season proved that the work is paying off. Hunters enjoyed productive days in the field, with strong bird numbers and multiple coveys flushed during most outings. Many visitors left with full game bags, big smiles, and stories they’ll tell for years. Based on the success of a limited trial last year, we’re also excited to expand access with guided day hunts this upcoming season. In October and December, we’ll offer morning and afternoon hunts for up to three hunters at a time. Each hunter will have the opportunity to harvest up to 30 birds, with lunch included in the hunt package. It’s a new way to experience Salt River, whether you’re a first-time guest or a returning visitor.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard: “My dad and I hunted quail when I was younger, but with quail numbers down, we haven’t hunted them in years.” Last season, a gentleman booked a hunt for his father, his son, and himself—three generations in the field. The stories they shared around the dinner table that night were moving and unforgettable. The joy in their eyes and the bond they rekindled through the hunt reminded me why we do this.

Being part of such an experience—where a grandfather and father can introduce a young man to something they’ve cherished for decades—is priceless. Our goal at Stonewall Plantation Outfitters is to continue creating new memories for many seasons to come.

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It started when I was 17 years old. I shot an Eastern with my Remington 870, a birthday present from my dad the year prior. I harvested this beautiful bird in the woods behind my childhood home in Orchard Park, New York, home to Quaker Boy Game Calls and founder/turkey hunting legend, Dick Kirby.

On that same birthday, my high school girlfriend’s mother bought me video on VHS tape from this fantastic homegrown company. One segment included in the video was a how-to about roosting a wild turkey. My birthday falls in October, but the New York spring turkey season wouldn’t open until May. During this agonizing six-month stretch, I watched that video at least a hundred times and practiced my owl hoot thousands of times. I drove my family up the wall, but when May finally arrived, I was ready to roll.   

My mother always did a fantastic job with dinner, and my father made damn sure we were all at the kitchen table for her wonderful creations. I remember wolfing down my supper, absolutely dying to hit the woods behind the house to try roosting an elusive gobbler at sunset. When I say elusive, I mean elusive. Back then, the turkey numbers were nothing like they are today, which is a testament to hunter dollars and the great work of the National Wild Turkey Foundation (NWTF)

My dad could tell that I had something important on my mind. He finally gave in. He looked at me, half annoyed, half proud, and just said, “Go!”

I was excused just in the nick of time. I grabbed my black-plastic, can-style Quaker Boy owl hooter, laced up my K-Mart hunting boots, and hit the ground running. We had an enormous block of beautiful hardwoods behind the house that went on for miles, with railroad tracks bisecting the big tract of forest. The year before, a buddy and I tried to work a bird just off the tracks to no avail. That was the first time I ever heard a turkey gobble. We didn’t end up killing that bird. We bumped him off the limb—just being young and dumb.

Anyway, I finally reached the exact location from the year before and pulled out my owl call. Per Dick Kirby’s instruction, right at sunset, I let out a “Who cooks for you, who cooks for you all!” My hoot rang out across the big hardwood bottom, and I’ll be damned if a bird didn’t immediately answer the call with a deep, hard, Eastern turkey gobble not 100 yards away. I went into a mild state of shock.

I darted home to dial my best friend, Jeff Bevevino (aka Bev), who lived just down the way. Remember when you had everybody’s phone number memorized? This was 1989.  

(Bev’s father, Jim Bevevino, to whom I am forever grateful for introducing me to hunting two years earlier).

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The phone conversation went something like this:

  • Bev: “Hello?”
  • Me: “Hey, it’s Pawlak. Man, you’re not going to believe this…I just roosted a gobbler behind the house.”
  • Bev: “No way!”
  • Me: “Yep, he’s on the other side of the tracks, off Middlebury Road, by the pond.”
  • Bev: “I guess we’re not going to hit that party tonight. I’ll be at your house at 4:45 a.m. sharp!”

If it was the weekend in Orchard Park, New York back in the late ’80s or early ’90s, there was a high school party going on somewhere, and Bev and I were typically in attendance. Not this time. Bev came rolling up in his cherry red 1970 Ford pick-up at 4:45 a.m. on the dot. I set my shotgun behind the seat and jumped in. We discussed how neither of us had slept a wink and devised a plan of attack.

We decided to drive down Knob Hill Road, hit Middlebury, and park at the dead end. This would save us a long walk through the spooky, pitch black, haunted forest. Instead, we would take the long way and walk the tracks to the dominant tom’s roost.

We finally arrived. It was still pretty dark when I hit the owl call. We were rookie turkey hunters, but again, that ol’ tom let out a thunderous gobble high from his perch. Bev’s eyes opened wide. “Wow, he’s right there!” he whispered.

It was an extremely steep bank off the railroad rock apron leading down into the hardwood bottom where the bird was perched. We were whispering back and forth, trying to figure out how to descend from the tracks to the forest floor without making a racket. Just then, way off in the distance, we heard the whistle of the morning train.

It was decided. We would wait. When the train came rumbling by, we would use the noise as cover and slip into position. The massive smoke-breathing locomotive was finally on us, and we dropped in. We found comfortable ambush sets at the bases of two big silver maples, about 10 yards apart. This way, we figured we could cover a larger area should the gobbler commit.

As the train rolled on, it became quiet again. I don’t remember the Spring woods coming alive as the sun began to rise. There was dead silence. And then, when it was just light enough, I hit the plunger on a Quaker Boy Easy Yelper four times: yelp, yelp, yelp, yelp. Way too loud—I had no idea how effective a light tree call could be back then. But, unbelievably, the bird answered me with another thunderous gobble. He was still on the limb, not 80 yards from our turkey-hunting setup. At least I had the sense not to call again. Two minutes later, we heard him hit the ground. I called again. He hammered back and it shook us to our core. I didn’t dare touch the call again until he gobbled on his own. I then answered back with my way-too-loud series of four yelps.

Unbeknownst to me, Bev was able to watch the entire show, the flydown, the tom in and out of strut, and his methodical approach. Where I was positioned, I could only hear him. I later learned that Bev could have killed him on two different occasions, but the bird was still closing the distance, so he let him come. What an unselfish young hunter! The old tom then swung around to the direction of my call and I smoked him at 10 yards. We ran up to the flopping longbeard. We were in utter disbelief. Speechless and still shaking, we just looked from the dead tom to each other.

That was it. I was hooked. In 35 years, I’ve never missed a Spring turkey season.

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