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.
My Last Year Hunting in the Wisconsin Northwoods

My last and final year in hunting the Wisconsin north woods came with a unique twist as due to a ranching accident in Montana I was confined to the use of crutches for the hunting season. I had gotten lucky in meeting someone who had worked for an outfitter guest ranch in Montana and after a few phone calls and references from my friend I was rewarded with a job out west at the age of 16.

My Second Year Big Game Hunting

This story starts up with my second year of big game hunting where the first one left off.  After my success with the button buck in my first year I couldn't wait for the next season to begin. I practiced hard all summer to boost my accuracy with my bow on an old stack of hay bales all the way out to 30 yards. This time I was able to walk to my tree stand from my dad's work in about 15 minutes, so it was much easier to hunt frequently. The spot was not as good but there were definately a few deer using the trail I sat up on.

Cow Elk? Yeah!

I used to be a hunter that didn't see the point in hunting the antlerless.  I thought it took a big portion of the sport away from hunting because there wasn't anything to hunt for, I mean, who cares how big a cow is, where's the horns? But every year it seems that much more difficult to draw any sort of a tag, and the Utah general season Elk hunts are extremely difficult.  So, I picked up a general tag and took to the hills for an antlerless.  Boy was it worth it!  It's not quite the same as walking up on a nice buck or bull (I've not been lucky enough to know what it feels like to walk up on a big bull of my own yet), but, it was a lot of fun. 

First Deer Hunt

Since I've been around for awhile now I decided to go back and tell about when I was younger and how I got started hunting and loving the outdoors. Although I was born a Yooper in upper Michigan we moved out into the woods of northern Wisconsin when I was 9 years old. My mom and dad both worked and at a very early age I was left by myself with no siblings, to run around with a single shot .22 hunting squirrels all day long. I remember working all summer on local dairy farms for a dollar an hour to save up and buy a bow for my first deer season.

Fulfilling One Dream and Chasing Another

As hunters, we all have our own ideas of what a trophy is and we each have our personal dream hunts that drive us. Some dream of taking a full curl big horn ram or that 6x6 bull elk during  the rut but for me, it was chasing and harvesting a mountain lion. As with most dreams it was one I’ve had since I was young, about 14 and just starting my hunting adventure. Not sure why the big cats caught my attention so much in fact I had not seen one in the wild until I was 39. I think the allure of chasing after an animal that is so secretive, quiet and ellusive made them more mystical than other critters.

Hunter's First Archery Buck
Darrin Lawson

Well it always happens that way.   Get a plan together for the morning hunt with my 10 year old son.  Why do I always get up late and miss the darkness walking into the stand.

Spring Iowa Turkey Hunt
Jacob Antle

This is the turkey that I shot this last spring. I was in the back of my land between a cornfield and a food plot full of clovers.

This turkey was hell to call him in. He was about 100 yards out on the other side of the corn. He started gobbling first thing in the morning, you know that first gobble in the morning that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, this was him.

Hunting Feral Goats in Hawaii

Since some people have been interested about hunting in Hawaii, I decided to tell my story about hunting there. To be clear, the trip was actually so I could get married there, but I managed to find the time to slip away and hunt a few days. It was always a dream of mine to get married and honeymoon somewhere kind of exotic. I was always kind of hoping that it would have been Africa, but Hawaii was a close second.

The Old Log Cabin

On the 15th of June, 2011, my friend Matt and I drove over the Cascade Mountains to do a little scouting for this year’s deer season.  It was our intent to do some trout fishing as well as go on a long hike into our hunting area to check for deer and make plans for the upcoming season.  We were going to stay in an old cabin for two nights...

John Fredrick Timms was born on March 4th, 1849 in Hanover, Germany.  He was one of 6 children.  At 17, he and his brother William moved to America to avoid going into the German Army which was mandatory of every young man.


For nearly twenty years I have dreamed of hunting the American icon, the symbol found on the old “buffalo” nickel.  Finally, this summer I heard of a hunt on a Tribal Reservation in Montana and hit the phone a’runnin.  Michael Fox, fish and wildlife director for the Fort Belknap Indian Reservation, informed me that there were two remaining hunts for 4 to 6 year old bulls this fall.  I called Gale Palmer, my long-time hunting partner, to let him know what I’d found.  He said he needed time to check his finances and think it over….