Hunting Photos and Stories

Every hunter likes to share stories about their experiences afield and many hunters like to hear these stories. The Photos & Stories section of (BGH) allows hunters to share their hunting adventures in the form of stories and photos. Please feel free to browse, read, and contribute to this section of BGH.
Reliving the Memories

After looking at all the pictures I have stored in my computer I decided to write a little bit about two very influential people in my life that are gone now. First and most impotantly is my grandfather. I use the word grandfather with respect as my true grandfather passed away when my mom was only seven years old. My grandmother remarried only shortly before I was born but you would never know that that man I called my grandfather was anything other than that. He never had any children of his own and you would never know there was no blood relation to the family he inherited.

Finally... I Got an Elk!

After a number of years of living in Colorado and buying an elk license with no success in killing one and rarely even seeing them while hunting I decided it was time for a new plan. I had never even held a cow tag as up till that point I had not yet read or learned about the application process. I started reading more magazines and the big game guide put out by the DOW.

My Son Nikolas and His 1st Deer

There are many things in life to be proud of but for a hunter there is nothing more absolute on the proud scale than the moment when your child harvests their first deer.  I would like to share with you my recollection of the events that led to this proud moment of mine.

2 Up 2 Points

Shortly after the end of the 1989 season things took a bad turn for the family. My dad who had his own small business fell off of a roof when the ladder collapsed and his back was broken in several places. Although there was no permanent spinal injury it took nearly a year right up until the next hunting season before he was even able to walk very well again. I had originally tried to make plans for a far back hunting adventure in my quest to bag a bigger buck than I had gotten so far but instead decided to hunt very close to the road so my dad would be able to join me.

The End of the 80's

The year was 1989 and as usual I looked forward to the coming hunting seasons with much enthusiasm. I had gotten married in January of the year and had a baby on the way. Money was pretty tight back then and since I couldn't afford a real vacation, hunting on my days off were all I had to look forward to.

The First Hunt - Her First Big Game Hunt

I first moved to Colorado back in Spring of 2007. I was extremely excited about being able to hunt in this great state based on all of the blogs and articles I read about on the big game that is available to hunt here. Coming from Ohio and with a Dad that was an avid hunter, I grew up hunting cottontails and whitetails. One of the cherished memories of my life was my first hunt (and many subsequent hunts) with my Dad. I love those times and try to make it back every hunting season.

Finally Drew First Blood

I was not introduced to big game hunting until adulthood.  When I moved to Colorado about 7 years ago, I opened my eyes to a world of year-round mountain recreation: skiing and snowboarding in the winter, mountaineering and rafting in the spring, camping and mountain biking in the summer.  But when autumn came around, I often found myself sitting in a dimly lit sports bar watching football games--not much different than my previous life in Chicago.  So what do people in Colorado do in the autumn?  I quickly found the answer: we hunt.

My first antelope buck

After living in Colorado for the last three years and with the success we had there and in Wyoming we were starting to think we had it all figured out. We were wrong of course but we were still enjoying far greater success than we ever had before back in Wisconsin. Through some co-workers that hunted a little I aquired a couple of phone numbers for some ranchers in Wyoming that we should be able to hunt on their land for antelope. Back then we didn’t plan very well and picked up the only leftover buck tags we could find. I don’t even think we had any maps if I remember correctly.

Finally a 4 Pointer

After a few years hunting out west in Colorado I was beginning to get a little discouraged with my limited success on bucks. I was happy of course with the three little one I had taken but was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to be able to get a bigger one. It seemed I was always seeing great ones in the back of other guys trucks and while driving around glassing before and after the seasons but I just didn't seem to be able to find one when it mattered the most. After the big one I had missed a couple of years before I had never had another chance to even get a stalk on one.

My First Buck

As luck would have it after my early success with a bow and rifle in Wisconsin my parents decided to move out west. I had dreamed of returning to Montana where I had worked the year before and continue my adventures there but it was not meant to be. The economy was bad in northern Wisconsin in the mid 80's and my dad had been unable to find steady work as carpenter for awhile even going as low as 6.00 an hour. It was tough to do but they put our house up for sale and hit the road to Arizona with what little money they had left and no job at the other end.