I have never bought a lottery ticket or set foot in a casino but these applications processes are almost as addicting. I love pouring over the harvest data, draw odds, etc. during the winter months and then applying and waiting for the results. I have always enjoyed statistics and hunting and this puts the two together - no comments on enjoying statistics please. The worst part is that it does get expensive, but like I said I do not gamble, smoke, drink, etc. - a guy has to have a vice and this is mine.
These are about the only statistics that I can stand when it comes to harvest data, drawing odds, preference points. I would hate to actually keep track of how much money I spend on gear, licenses, tags, etc. It would be scary
Now you die hard rifle elk hunters should concider Utah's elk rut hunt in september, they have some awsome dates. Thats were the spider bull ( the new record ) came from, the monroe unit. It was just a okay unit till that bull was harvested out of it, now everybody and there dog applies for it.
For trophy deer you have the Henrey mountains, Paunsaugunt, Dolores Triangle. The BookCliffs is a good unit and so is SanJuan/elk ridge
The Monroe unit still has some great bulls on it. I know because I have seen them. For deer if you want the bigest and badest it is the Henry Mountains they are the best in the state hands down. The Book Cliffs deer size is tapering off but you can still find 180-200 class bucks there but the Books are really coming into its own on the elk. I know that there are 400+ point bulls on that unit.
But if you put in for the draws be prepaired to wait or get lucky. Utah's draw system is a bonus point system in that you may draw the first year you put in or you may have to wait 15 or more. Do you feel lucky?
The first deer I shot, way back in 1958, was taken to the local meat shop and processed into steaks, roasts and some burger. Back then in that little Idaho town, when you took a deer into the butcher, you got the same deer back. Unfortunately, times have changed. The last time I took an animal to a butcher, in the mid 60's, I don't have a clue who's meat I got back, but I sure don't think it was mine. I ended up throwing the burger as it stunk the house up every time we...