Time to reminisce

It’s that time of year, when I take time to reminisce of the great hunts and outdoor adventures that I took during the year. It is also a time when the seasons clash and the hunting & fishing comes to almost a screeching halt. This is the time that I really begin to cherish the circle of friends that I have. They won’t let me become a hermit during the winter months, when it is very tempting to sit next to the fire in my lazy boy and watch football all weekend long. But, more on this later.

My year started out with Camping with the family and taking the kids on some fishing excursions. I have to admit that summer is definitely not my favorite season. I have never been a fan of the heat, and am definitely not fond of all the mosquitoes, wasps and a billion other flying and biting insects. The first big freeze here in N.E. Montana is like heaven for me, as it kills off 99.9% of the insects and signals a season change.


As that season changes from summer to fall it also signals that upland Game bird season is about to begin. I spend the summer months traveling around. Seeing the Doves, Sharp Tail Grouse and Pheasants get me to day dreaming of my shotgun becoming warm to the touch from all of the shooting I will be doing as soon as Dove season opens. We have to hunt Doves hard here first, because they will leave the area and migrate south as soon as the weather becomes too cold for them. That seems like after the second hard freeze. Once the Doves have left the area I can then turn my attention to the other fine species we have here to hunt.


In mid October I have to take a break from hunting to switch to hunting Rattlesnakes as they are beginning to den up for the winter. This fall I had an especially great Rattlesnake hunt with some very good friends. Its funny, but I will cherish that hunt for a very long time. We saw so many different kinds of snakes on that trip. We all definitely had a great time, and got some remarkable trophies for the wall.


This also is the year that I hunted a lot more with my son Jack. We hunted Upland Game birds together early in the fall, we then hunted deer together during the big game season. I had bought him a single shot .22 for him for his birthday. He had that along on most trips, and is becoming quite proficient with the open sights. I also bought a ground blind that we set up in the corner of a friend’s field. We saw a lot of deer out of that blind, and put some very good meat in the freezer in the process. I hunted Mule Deer with a good friend, had an awesome hunt and harvested a nice Mule deer buck that day. It turned out I was a little bummed that Jack wasn’t with me that day, as I think he would have really learned a lot from the experiences that day. We had intended to be out all day, covering a lot of ground, and in the past it has been too much for his 9 year old wiggly little self to take. As it turned out we saw this buck not very far out of town, and were back within a descent time.


It starts to be a slow time for me after Big Game season winds down. But, as I said, I have some great friends that won’t let me slow down too much. This is now the time that we start ice fishing and hunting Rabbits. I will be in search of some great little fishing holes, that I can also take my family to this summer as well for some camping and drowning of worms. Jack and I will most definitely get out and take after some Rabbits here in the near future as well. I hope that I will let myself relax enough for the Super Bowl though, as I also have a friend that throws the best Super Bowl party in Valley County.

I will update as this long, long (but insect free) winter progresses.

Mule Deer Hunt '09

A friend of mine, Rob, and I wanted to go hunting Mule deer on November 11th which was also Veteran’s Day, so we both had the day off. He is new to the area and wanted to see some of the fine deer country that NE Montana has to offer. He had already filled his tag with a nice Mule deer buck a few weeks ago, but wanted to tag along and help me anyway. I picked him up around 7 am, as we thought we wouldn’t have a ton of competition where we were headed. I have hunted an area the last few years that hasn’t been overly pressured by hunters and I have seen some nice bucks in the area as a result during scouting trips. I had packed a big lunch to take with us along with a thermos of strong coffee for the long day ahead of us, and we headed for our hunting spot.

On the drive we passed some areas that are usually overrun with hunters as they are not far from town and the land owners will usually let anyone in that will respect their land. We were passing one of the last private ranches in the area before we would enter public access BLM lands. We slowed at a cattle guard and 200 yards away was a great buck with about 20 does feeding on a hay stack, when we slowed down further all the deer became spooked and ran down to some cover a ½ mile away that had some water and tall Cottonwood trees. We drove up the road a ways and stopped and glassed this buck, as I was stunned to see a buck of this magnitude in this location, as it is known to have great pressure just over the fence from where the buck was on BLM land. I was pretty sure that I knew who the land owners were so we watched the buck a little more to see if he would settle down in a pattern and go back to feeding or lay down. We watched the deer a little more, they seemed to be happy to be feeding in a big area that had two reservoirs with no cover for hunters or predators to sneak up on them. I went to talk to the land owners and they confirmed that that piece of land indeed was theirs and that we were free to hunt it. What great news!! Usually my luck would be that buck was on some ground that was closed to any hunting. The only problem was, like I said, the deer had settled down and were feeding on some land that was completely in accessible without being spotted for 600 yards any direction. I was about to recommend that we skip this buck and head for our intended destination when the deer started to feed for a big coulee that was still on the same ranch. We watched these deer for another half hour until they bedded down and then we took off for the coulee formulating a plan as we went. We left the pickup behind and two dogs immediately started following us!! Dogs are not great companions when you are trying to sneak up on deer. We had to walk back and try to loose the dogs back at the ranch house.

Once we got rid of the dogs we continued on to within about a half mile of the deer and were stuck with the terrain and 20 sets of eyes on the lookout. So, we back tracked a little bit and made a big circle down through the creek bottom and slowly crested a couple small ridges that were between us and the deer. After a mile sneak we were starting to see ears and horns sticking above the next ridge. We were doing so good and had the perfect wind for doing a stock on these deer. Crawling on our knees thru the cactus and sagebrush was the only way for us to close the next 200 yards for me to hopefully get a shot when the buck stood up. After we had gone another 150 yards, one of the does stood up and looked straight at us. I thought we were busted dead in our tracks. I still couldn’t see that buck as he was still bedded down. We laid completely still until the doe decided we were a mirage or something and she fed off down the hill out of our view. After that scare we decided that this was as far as we could go, if I got on my knees I could see that top foot of the buck’s rack, I was thinking that if he stood up I would have a pretty good neck shot or right behind the neck in the shoulder to anchor him down. We laid there for about an hour as different does would get up and feed for a while and then lay back down out of view. As we laid there out in the middle of this flat open field, we could see vehicles going by on the county road. No vehicles ever stopped, but if they had, they would have had a clear view of the story unfolding out on the prairie.

When finally the buck stood up I was turned around on my knees to try to relieve myself!! I got back to my gun as slowly as I could and got a good steady rest, but I could only see the buck’s head and Rob had ranged him at 150 yards. There was no way to take a shot, so we let them settle down again, and tried to hatch another plan to get closer. It was decided that I would crawl ahead another 50 yards into the next coulee and try to get in a better position. Rob, being in a good spotting position, would stay behind and give me hand signals on the buck’s whereabouts. I took off for the next coulee and I could see some does were getting antsy, but they were focused on Rob instead of me. I got to just the underside of the top of the next ridge with the just on the other side, but all I could see were does. I looked back at Rob through my binoculars and he was trying to tell me to hurry up and get on top of the ridge to get a shot at the buck before they took off. I went a liitle higher up the ridge and could finally see the buck was standing up looking back towards Rob. I hurried a few extra yards to the top and the buck was just getting ready to turn and run, when I shot him, he went down and rolled into the bottom of the next coulee. Without Rob along I don’t think I would have been able to harvest this animal, as he was able to guide me in the last few yards, where I wouldn’t have been able to see by myself. That was a great hunt and a great stalk, where I didn’t think I would be hunting that day. We had a short drag to where we could could pick the deer up along a road. We headed for town and ate our lunch and drank our coffee while trying to remove cactus thorns from elbows and knees.

Whitetails from the ground blind

I had decided to pick my son Jack up from school, so that we could make it into the ground blind with about an hour of shooting light to spare. It was an awesome time!! We chatted about what his day was like at school, what all the different bugs were that were crawling around inside and outside of our ground blind and just having a good chat. He did really good for about 30 minutes keeping his wiggles and giggles in check. Sunset this time of year was listed at 4:36 pm, at 4:15we really hadn't seen anything except deer in adjacent fields that we weren't allowed to shoot, so we decided to pack things up.


After I had stowed everything in my backpack, we had taken along some munchies, water and hunting magazines, we stepped out of the blind. As I turned to close up the entrance flap, I saw a Whitetail Doe standing in the exact spot we had just been staring at for the last hour. I told Jack to stay right where he was, I slipped around the ground blind and made a good shot on the doe. Jack was so excited that we had actually seen a deer within shooting limits and had harvested it as well. We walked up to the doe, in order to field dress her & take some necessary pictures. My camera battery was dead by this time, so I really hope the picture I took with my phone camera will turn out OK.


I field dressed the deer, while Jack was asking all the questions, as this was his first deer to be seen dressed out. He did really good right until the very end and then he got really quiet and wouldn't talk to me. He said that he was just really sad about the whole process as he had just seen the deer walking and now her entrails were laying in the field. That's alot for a little boy to try to process in his brain that usually only thinks about sports, Star Wars & the occasional girl. I tried to explain to him that this is how we get our food for the table, and that this was our way of helping Mother Nature balance herself out. Without hunters there would be an over abundance of deer and alot of them would die from starvation or disease if they are not managed in an appropriate way. He seemed to be able to grasp that it was better for this deer to end up on our table than to starve and suffer this winter. Hopefully he will accompany me again this fall, but I will not push the point. I am just glad he went with me this time, we had a blast.

Rattlesnake Hunt

A very interesting pasttime that I have developed over the last few years is hunting Rattlesnakes. I can’t seem to explain it to myself or anyone else (mostly my wife), other than I am intrigued & mortified at the same time by these cold blooded reptiles. The best time I have found to find the Prairie Rattlesnakes (Crotalus Viridis) among other snakes that inhabit this area is in the fall when the temperatures are dropping and the days are getting shorter. I have visited snake dens in the spring, but I just have never seen the numbers of snakes in the spring that I do in the fall. There is one den, or as a herpetologist would say, a Hibernaculum in particular in this area that is host to many different kinds of snakes.



On a warm fall day you will see Garter Snakes, Eastern Racers, Blue Racers, Bull Snakes, Prairie Rattlesnakes and the occasional Hog Nose Snake. This particular den is being hosted by a southerly facing cut bank that has slowly eroded away from thousands of years of spring snow run off & summer rains. The southerly facing slope is ideal, as it will catch the suns warmth and hold the heat much longer.



A couple of friends and myself chose a beautiful fall day in the middle of October to visit this denning site. My friend Andrew has heard me talk of this den, but could never really imagine what it was I was telling him. I had told him from trips past that I would see Bull Snakes that would stretch past 6’ & Prairie Rattlesnakes that would easily go well over 4’ in length. He decided to take the time and go along on this trip, he was not disappointed.



On our drive in to the den I shot the biggest Rattlesnake I have ever seen in this area, as it stretched to well over 5’ long and was 10” in circumference. When we got to the site, we pulled up on top of the cut bank to take in the view of the surrounding area, and were immediately greeted with rattles buzzing at the bottom of our doors. After dispatching these few snakes, we walked to the edge of the cut bank to peer over the edge to see what kind of snakes were out of the den soaking up some sun. We initially saw a few snakes, but as we stood there letting our eyes become accustomed to the sun and surroundings, we would see snakes come out of every little nook and cranny. My friends both packing good snake firearms killed a few from up top. Andrew had on a good pair of snake boots, but Josh & I both just had leather hiking boots on. Josh & Andrew decided to venture down towards the den, taking along a fiberglass pole with a hook that I brought along, while I stayed up top and tried to spot snakes for them.



When they had come back up top they dumped out a 5 gallon bucket they had taken with them. There were 15 snakes in that bucket and none were shorter than 4’ long. As the day was winding down, I kept thinking that I wanted to skin the largest snake that I had shot & try to tan the skin, as I have never attempted this before. As I was skinning the snake, I asked Josh & Andrew to keep an eye out for snakes coming into the denning site from behind us. They had to shoot another 5 snakes in just the time it took us to skin out 3 snakes. We all would have liked to stay longer, but our nerves were frayed from walking around so many snakes.

In this picture Andrew takes a turn skinning a big Rattler, and I stand guard.


I have done a little research since this last trip. The longest Prairie Rattlesnake ever recorded in Montana is 59.64 inches. So I think we found a real Booner on our trip!!

I set up my new Primos Ground Max ground blind today. We didn’t have the best weather today, it was rainy and a high in the low 40’s, but I couldn’t wait too much longer to set it up. I wanted to get it setup and brushed in to give the deer a chance to become accustomed to it before rifle season, which opens on Oct. 25th .



My daughter Meara and I met with a friend of mine that has a small plot of land that borders a small creek just outside of town. He showed us where a good spot would be to put the ground blind. Meara and I agreed as it provided a good shooting lane down into the creek and we could see game trails that were worn into the surrounding wheat field.



As we set up the ground blind I could see movement in the trees that ran along the creek. I happened to see a flash of horns, so I stood really still and waited for the buck to reappear. When he finally showed himself again he was a nice mature 5x5 whitetail. Half of my brain was saying that he would make a nice trophy for my wall, while the other half, told me that we were here only to shoot does. I quickly put my binoculars down so as not torture myself anymore than need be. My friend has graciously allowed me to put up this ground blind with the agreement that I will only shoot Whitetail does. I would never ruin our great relationship by shooting a buck on his property.



My friend’s daughter Myah and her two Lab puppies ventured over and stole my daughter away to play in the creek bottom and back at the house, but my dog Gryffyn stayed by my side. She always had her eye open for any Sage or Sharptail Grouse that might happen by, as she was quickly boring staying with me. I continued on with the setup, trying to think what I could use for cover. I spotted some Russian Olive trees not too far from where we were, and some of the more obvious Cottonwood trees. I cut some good full branches from these trees and threaded them into the side of the ground blind. I think the Russian Olives will mask the blind extremely well, as they are a very plentiful tree in this part of the country.



I finished with the setup, praying a little prayer that the winds won’t come up and blow my blind into North Dakota before I get a chance to shoot any deer from inside. I can’t wait to use the blind, there have been so many days of walking head long into the pounding wind, rain and snow chasing Whitetail does that I think this may be a nice change for a while. I am sure that my son and I will have plenty of hiking time in when we start chasing Antelope and Mule Deer.

My favorite time of the year

Fall is absolutely hands down my favorite time of the year. I can think of at least twenty to thirty reasons why, but here are just a few. Fall means that hunting season is upon us now. I wait & anticipate all year for hunting season. It doesn't matter what game I am pursuing, from Upland birds to Mule Deer, I am excited. As my son has gotten older, and is now tagging along in the field, it means that I get to spend some very precious time in the field with him. Fall also means to me, that on the first cold day, my wife will make us her world famous Green Chile. She is going to make it this very weekend to be exact. Thanksgiving holiday is also in the fall. This means to me that my family & dear friends will gather to celebrate and remember what we are all so thankful for, to me that is just having them around me. Fall also means to me that the blazing heat is finally over, we can turn the air conditioner off and open some windows around the house to let in the beautiful fall breezes. Along with the heat dissipating means that I don't have to water the yard nearly as much, and that also means that I can finally put the blasted mower away for one more season.

So, here's to a wonderful fall for everyone!! Get out, enjoy the weather & watch the beautiful foliage.

Little Brazille Creek

This is one of my favorite spots around Glasgow to hunt Whitetail Deer, Upland Game Birds & Doves. This is a beautiful creek to just sit by & chill waiting for Doves to come into your decoys on a warm early fall day or push the banks for Grouse & Pheasant. Later on in the fall the Whitetails use this creek & surrounding Cottonwood thickets as cover during the day & come out in the evenings to gorge themselves on the local alfalfa fields & pasture grass.

Dove Opener

I thought I would take a few minutes and give an update on my happenings. Dove season opened Sept. 1st, which was a Tuesday this year. I was out bright and early opening day and had my decoys setup on a recently harvested wheat field. The Doves were coming in strong for the waste grain that gets left behind from the combine.



I was hunting by myself this morning and after getting a few doves in my game bag the shooting really died down. I then decided to go setup on a row of dead Cottonwood trees that also bordered a newly harvested wheat field, but this field had already been swathed and baled, so there were hay bales that the Doves liked to come into to sit upon and pick grain.



I was able to get a couple more Doves from this setup, by this time it is nearing 10:30 am and the heat is rising. By the time I packed up it was 80 degrees and too warm for me to be out in long camo pants & shirt. I went home and rested up to wait for some friends to get off of work that I knew were going to meet me that afternoon for another hunt. We met up that afternoon about 5:30 pm and worked several different angles for the Doves. The best seemed to be to place a shooter in a corner of a field that had some dead trees that the Doves liked to come to rest upon. 5 of us out in the field kept the Doves flying from one cover location to another and we all did pretty good getting some Doves. We hunted until about 8 pm, when it was just getting too dark to be able identify clearly what were non game birds and which were Doves.



My son & I went out on Labor Day evening to see what we could muster up for Doves. We placed some decoys in some dead tree limbs in a grove of dead Cottonwood trees and waited, and we waited, and we waited some more. We only saw 2 shootable doves that evening. Mind you we saw plenty of Doves roosting on power lines and on somebody's clothes line that borders their garden. It seems as though this last small cold front that we got pushed alot of the Doves out that were here. I am hopeful that the season isn't done already when it should just be getting started. I will keep you updated though.

We maybe didn't see alot of Doves this evening. Jack took along his new .22 just in case we saw some gophers or other small critters that needed dispatching. It was a good evening all in all, having him along was the icing on the cake.



Here is the end result we all hope for. Some great Dove skewers and a nice Beef steak!

Jack's first .22

As I have stated in a previous post, I bought my son his first .22 for his 9th birthday. It is an inexpensive little NEF single shot .22LR with open sights. I had great hopes for this gun, as a kids first gun is a momentous occasion. We went to the range today armed with a box of .22 ammo, a big box with 3" round targets pasted to the side & a nice summer day. I gave Jack all of the prerequisite safety lectures I could think of as he was sitting down at the shooting bench until I felt I was starting to nag him too much. I showed him how to break open the barrel to insert a round into the chamber. I then had him close the barrel and engage the safety. As he sat there beading down one of the small 3" targets I had him try to pull the hammer back with his right thumb as he shoots right handed. This is where the trouble starts. The hammer is so stiff that he is unable to pull it back with just one thumb. He need to either use both thumbs or the palm of a hand. I know that he will grow into it and figure out the pressure it will take to depress the hammer. He takes his first shot and shoots high of his intended target. The second shot reports and he has hit the highest target on the box. I am thinking that was a good shot, from what I believe he has hit where he was intending on shooting. But, he looks up and says that he was still aiming for the target below the one that he had actually hit. I kind of disregarded his statement and asked him to shoot another shot at the lower target. Sure enough he hits the upper target dead on. It looks like the gun is shooting about 6" high and 1" to the right. I took the gun and and fired 2 quick shots at the lower target and for me it is shooting way high and to the right. So, I grabbed my limited supply of gun smithing tools from my truck and brought the sight down to where I thought it should be and moved it over to the left about an inch. I then fired off 2 more shots to see where it was hitting, and repeated these steps 3 more times before I got it to where I thought it should be shooting. I got Jack back over as he had been chasing Grasshoppers around for the past 1/2 hour, as I messed with his gun. He shot a couple more times and the shots were still hitting about an inch high for him. But, the damage was done and he was not going to sit around and let me fiddle with it anymore, his attention span was screaming at me! So, we left it at that, with a mental note that the gun is still shooting high at 20 yards. Jack thinks that we need to invest in a fixed power scope for his gun, he is probably right, but that will have to wait until a Christams present I think. I have posted a slide show to the side of our outing today.

Time to kill in the prairie.

I was trying to find something productive to do this last weekend. I tried to get my son to go shoot .22’s with me, but he had other plans and wanted to go see a kid’s movie. The weather was not very nice, so outside projects were off. I decided to grab my Savage .17 HMR rifle, which is in a tight race to becoming my favorite little gopher / all around gun, and head out in the prairie and see if I could scare anything up. So, I set off thinking I would head out south and see if there were any gophers around and if the grass wasn’t too tall yet to see them. The roads weren’t too bad, as it had rained pretty well the previous night. I got to my favorite gopher spot and discovered the grass was indeed too tall. I was able to see a few gophers darting between cover and was able to make a couple decent shots. I grew tired of this and my mind began to wander at what else there was to do that day. I reached behind my seat to see if my binoculars were still in there from my last hunt that seemed like eons ago. They were indeed there, so I decided a little scouting trip for Antelope was in order, as I was in the area that I have drawn an either sex antelope tag. I drove a couple more miles south and pulled off on a good ridge over looking a deep basin with a good water source in it. I got out and walked down the ridge about a half mile and sat down to look the scene over. I immediately saw 3 different herds with average bucks in them. Each herd had about 8 or 9 does with several fawns and then the 1 average buck with some smaller bucks mixed in. I sat and watched these herds for probably half an hour until I saw another herd come over the ridge probably a mile away. I couldn’t tell but I thought I could see an outstanding buck with this herd. I let them come as close as they were going to and then I climbed back over the ridge out of view of this new herd. I walked down around the ridge to where I expected the herd to be. When I topped back over the ridge they were still there. I sat with my mouth open watching this buck for another 15 minutes alone. He had great bases and was really tall. It was hard to say, as they were still 600 yards away, but I put him at about 15” tall with great shovels and ivory tips that curled around perfectly. I had never seen an Antelope this well put together. I have shot some that have either been tall but with small shovels, or with great shovels but no length. I tried getting a picture with my little digital camera, but I was just too far away for a decent picture. I backed out of there and back over the ridge with out spooking any animals. When I made it back to the truck I marked the spot as a waypoint on my GPS, so as not to forget the location. As I made my way home I had visions dancing in my head of some tasty Antelope back straps on my grill and an awesome mount on my wall. I also drove by some good Dove hunting grounds to see what their numbers looked like, and was not disappointed. There were a lot of Doves in the area, eating grains of different sorts and roosting in the old Cottonwood trees. It feels like this is going to be a great fall. I can’t wait for the Antelope season to open, as I have waited for this for a long time, now if that darned old buck will just stick around a few more few months, it will get exciting. I will continue scouting on the weekends, and maybe I will also be able to look over some different area as well.

2009 Big Game Drawings

Well folks. That does it, all the waiting & wondering in anticipation has come to an end. All of the 2009 Big Game tags have been drawn for and the results are posted on Montana FWP's website. I can now concentrate on work and my dog kennel again. Every year at this time, I drive myself and those around me absolutely crazy with childish gibberish about which tags I might draw this year. I will have to settle for my Antelope tag for region 630, which I said before, that I have been puting in for for 5 years now and finally drawn the tag. I also have to say that here in N.E. Montana we have an absolute abundance of game to be hunted. I'm pretty sure if my memory serves me right, that I can buy 6 over the counter Antlerless Whitetail Doe B tags. That alone is more meat than my family could eat in one year. I can also buy an A tag which I can shoot either species of Deer antlered or not. So, all totaled I can harvest up to 8 animals this year, along with my Elk tag. If I so chose to take the time and effort to travel to the western side of the state to hunt elk. All in all I think this will be a great season afield. I am so looking forward to the opening of Upland bird season as well.

My son's first .22

For my son Jack’s 9th birthday I bought him a New England Firearms Single Shot youth combo kit. It is a combo that comes with a youth sized stock and interchangeable .22LR & 20 guage barrels. It seems like a very well made gun for $200. The .22LR barrel comes with open sights, but the receiver is also drilled and tapped for scope mounts. Jack is excited to move up from his BB gun that just isn’t cutting it for him anymore. I wanted to choose very carefully, as I know that a kid’s first gun will always be a memory for him, whether it is a fond memory or a terrible one. I remember my first gun was a hand me down .22 pump with open sights, and I am still fighting back the horrible memories of those first missed shots. I used to hunt rabbits and miscellaneous vermin with my dad when I was Jack’s age. So, the .22 pump was a logical choice given the quarry at the time. Jack has been pretty proficient with open sights on his BB gun, sometimes downright amazing. We will see how he does now with the longer ranges that can be reached with the .22. I am thinking that the receiver will probably end up with a nice light fixed power 3x or 4x scope on it. The hunting that we do out here in the west usually involves greater distances than in the forests back east. Open sights are great when you are beeding down on a squirrel that is 20 yards away up in a tree, but not so great when you have a rabbit sitting out on a snow drifted stubble field 35+ yards away. I will keep you updated on how our adventures go.

Merriam's Wild Turkey Release '09

I am involved with the National Wild Turkey Federation here in N.E. Montana. In March of 2009 the NWTF partnered with the Montana FWP to release about 50 wild turkeys along the Milk River. This was such a neat experience for me. My son Jack & I, along with other members of our local NWTF chapter (Hi - Line Gobblers) met MFWP out at the site to help with the release. Everyone got involved. The kids were opening up boxes to have these Turkeys come busting out and take flight before us. I will always remember & cherish this day for what it stands for. A local group of men, women & kids that are trying to give a little back, so that these resources may still be here for future generations to come. I have posted a slide show to the left that captures some of the excitement that was had that day.

Hunting Wolves in Montana

I have been watching this somewhat closely. As a sportsman in Montana, I worry about what the ever expanding wolf populations are doing to Montana's big game herds. We as hunters have taken over the place of the wolf in the natural order. Now, when the wolves are re-introduced and protected at the same time, this creates a huge problem for the big game herds. I firmly believe that there needs to be wolf hunting season in order to keep their numbers at a manageable level. I guess we will need to wait and see if this gets shot down before a single shot is even fired or a wolf tag is notched.

http://fwp.mt.gov/news/article_8252.aspx

Big Game tags

Has anyone out there drawn a Big Game tag? I drew an either sex Antelope tag for here in N.E. Montana. I am pretty excited about it. I have been putting in for this tag for 5 years now and finally drawn.