“Reflections of changes in a Bowhunters life”

By Curtis Hermann

In the life of a bowhunter many changes will come, some expected - some not, sometimes it’s just the timing that catches one off guard. As the years go along you begin to realize that you are in a new stage in this life long romance with archery. This happens to all bowhunters; nobody is passed by. Since most of you are younger than I am, I thought I would try to give a little view into your future.

Way back in the early seventies, I owned a small pro-shop in the LA area, compounds were coming on strong and I was fascinated with all the creative energy in the archery industry. As a leading dealer on the west coast for Martin Archery, I had the ability to test each new compound model as it became available out of R&D; it was a neat part of the shop owner experience. Certainly it was an exciting time. I was young, my family was young, archery was on the upswing and life was good. At the same time archery industry salesmen were unloading recurves at a rapid pace and at discounted rates. I began to see that the world of old time archery was taking a backseat to the more modern inventions, perhaps, I thought, facing their end.

Removing the last Wing “Redwing Hunter” recurve off the shop rack, I placed it in my truck and headed home. On the way I pulled off the Ventura freeway and paid a visit to “Pony Express” the largest pro-shop in the San Fernando Valley/ west L.A. area. Here after some discussion of my fears, I purchased a little Browning “Nomad” recurve from my friend Shig Honda..

Shig for years after would tell me how he had intended on purchasing that same bow for the same purpose – keeping it from disappearing from the world of bowhunting. We seem both to have had a sense of the demise of traditional archery; not knowing it would have a revival by the early eighties.

It was a start; I didn’t really consider myself a collector (my wife refers to it as hoarding) but as the years passed - the collecting/hoarding issue became a bit of an obsession. My justification was that in my retirement years, I would hunt with each bow a single season, just for old times sake. By the mid-eighties, I could no longer deny my affliction. By the mid-nineties it was also obvious that I would never live long enough to hunt a single season with each bow, quiver or arrow that had come into my possession.

I was slowly beginning to face reality, all the while trying to maintain a certain level of deniability. It was at this moment that I began to realize that I was in a distinctly new phase in the life of an archer. I have been retired several years now and there has been no taking one of these bows off the wall and hunting with it for a season. Still drawing a 60# Black Widow recurve seems to have kept my mind thinking that I am still young, that the next stage is years down the road. Intentionally staying over-bowed is definitely a sign of denial.

I’m looking at all this stuff (the stuff that I have collected/hoarded for so many years) and wondering what am I going to do with it all. The feeling that this phase of my archery life was coming to an end began to creep into the recesses of my mind. I’m looking at it all and it now seems to be a bit of a burden, but can I really let it go? This thought wandered about my head for some time.

Over many months, I slowly make a plan that I think I can live with, hopefully without too much emotional damage. It’s a multifaceted plan; sell some on eBay, hit a few trading blankets, select out what I really want to keep and then make plans to eventually donate those items to the Pope & Young or NFAA museum (upon this bowhunters demise). All except my favorite longbow and bamboo fly rod that I have directed my wife to place alongside of me after she lays me in a cedar strip canoe that she is to set adrift in the upper Missouri river breaks of eastern Montana. I shall travel the route of the mountain man, perhaps if I can make it to St. Charles county Missouri they can lay me rest near the grave site of Daniel Boone, my great, great, great, uncle.

My wife responds to this idea with a roll of her eye’s and the comment, good luck with that one! In the meantime, ……

…………. Putting the plan into operation ………..

My wife and I recently returned from an extensive RV vacation to the upper mid-west to see some of this grand land that we had not previously experienced. There were a couple of goals that involved more than just seeing country not seen before. The main goal was to attend “The Compton Traditional Rendezvous” in Berrien Springs, Michigan, to experience the company of old friends, make new friends and play with several thousand archers with longbows and recurves. Lastly to unload a good portion of ancient archery gear I have been hoarding over the last forty years on “Trading Blanket” day.

The “Trading Blanket” was not quite what I had expected and certainly not the all day event that we give it here in the west. However it was a great time of fast and furious bargaining. As each item sold my wife would take money and make change and I would rush to the truck to bring out more items. Without her help, I would have been reduced to a blubbering mound of incoherent gel in a matter of minutes, I thank God she was there and in command of the situation.

My heart definitely skipped a beat when my very rare Glenn St. Charles center back quiver found an appreciative archer to take care of it. I also had a lemon wood longbow from the early forties in absolutely new condition; it was identical to the bow I began archery with. It went to a deserving young man of about 14, I knew it had a good home. Regardless, my mind was going crazy; why am I letting this go! - It screamed at me, as the other side of my brain screamed back, “What the hell are you going to do with it?” You haven’t done anything but look at it for thirty years! Let it go! …. So I did.

It will build memories for the young man and when he is old like me, he too can be reduced to a blubbering mound of gel when he finds it a new home. Serves him right, these things don’t come without a cost.

The next step in the plan was eBay - with the help of my good friend Carl Ward of Iron Mountain Knives, a master of the eBay world. Up went my prized Jack Howard “Game Master Jet” for sale. My mind wandered back to the discussions Jack and I had over the building of that bow, they went on for weeks before I broke down and accepted what he thought was best for me. I’ve never regretted that decision. Jack was a mentor to me in those days; he and his good friend Walt Powell*, my boss at the time in the NBEF, were most influential in developing my archery philosophy. The “Jet” went up on the net about 5:00PM West Coast time and when I woke in the morning it was on its way to one very fortunate bowhunter in Idaho. The “Jet” will be happy in Idaho; I really miss the “Jet.”

Next to go will be a beautiful 60”/60# Herter’s recurve also with a gorgeous Brazilian Rosewood riser. I’m not so emotionally involved with this bow but I do regret that I will never hunt that one season with it.

Now this column is not really about my collecting (or hoarding if you prefer) or the process of letting go of all that stuff, it is that all these actions are simply a symptom that a life change has taken place, a life change that will be a part of every bowhunters life. My mind rarely dwells on the purchase or search for another special bow anymore. Staying focused on the latest changes in the world of bowhunting is of less import, certainly less than in years gone by. What it does dwell upon is the desire for more time in the woods, more hunting camps, more cedar shafts in the air; more time with hunting partners. A good large backquiver full of arrows, a day of roving, a brush bunny on a spit over an open fire; I guess I have realized that the fall of life is now upon me and what a valuable time it is, perhaps the richest period of my nearly sixty years with a bow in hand. I want to share this experience with you, to let you know how great it is, how it comes quite unexpectedly and perhaps much sooner than one anticipates.

I suppose we are all in the next stage of life long before the realization of it occurs. It is probably Mother Nature’s way of letting us in on it in a gentle fashion. She is good that way.

It is doubtful that this new view of our bowhunting world will affect this column, perhaps in a slightly less contentious and a more gentle and thoughtful way of handling some of the more controversial issues, then again; perhaps not.

I think what I really wanted to say this issue is that in our bowhunting careers we rarely give thought to the next stage until long after we are in it; that each stage gets better, comes sooner than expected and that what we value will change……… that it is all for the good of archery and bowhunting. A similar scenario is in your future, embrace it as it is a good time in the life of a bowhunter.

When this goes to print I will be in the Arizona Kiabab with hunting partners Ron McCutcheon and Carlos Parada, three old men, three weeks of hard hunting; camaraderie, and giving into the best of what Mother Nature has to offer. Perhaps some success will come our way but is that so important - or is just having been there to share the hunt and the time with these good buddies really the best part? There will come a time when the answer to this question just may be different than the way you would answer it today.

Keep those arrows in the air; Let’s Go Bowhunting,

Curtis

See “How to Hunt Deer with Bow & Arrow” by Doug Kittredge, Jim Dougherty, Jack Howard & Walt Powell. Kittredge Archery Company – South Pasadena, California (1949 @ .50 cents)

Jack Howard 1902-2005 Nevada City, CA.

Walt Powell 1917-1994 Pasadena, CA.

Acquaintances and friends and mentors all, they have touched a million bowhunters lives, mine included.

Reprint of my Column in the National Bowhunter Magazine

Q&A for this column:

Q: What do you see as the greatest challenge to face bowhunting in the future. Question from my brother Don.

A. Regardless of the success of the current North American model of wildlife conservation it has future challenges like we have never seen before. In the year 2050 it is expected that the USA will have a population of 420 million (or about 119 people per square mile) and they will occupy about 20% of the land mass, that is up from 76 million people who occupied about 6% of our country (about 21 per square mile) in 1900 when real wildlife management began to take hold. Climate change will put enormous stress on many species, energy development/habitat disturbance will carve up much of the west and more disturbance of habitat from urbanization and less interest from the non-hunting public will create problems for the conservationist that make all the problems of the past pale in comparison. The bright spot is that Americans come together in the face of crises so I would not count our wildlife scientists out quite yet. Aldo Leopold described wildlife conservation as “a state of harmony between man and land,” maintaining that in the future is going to be a mighty big job!

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Is the Uproar over allowing the crossbow in the archery season a valid debate?

By Curtis Hermann

There is a large debate between bowhunters, bowhunting organizations, the archery-crossbow industry and the State Wildlife Agencies in this country over the inclusion of the crossbow into the archery or bowhunting season - how we got into this mess, may surprise you, why you may not be able to stop it is something you need to know and whether or not it is a valid debate is worth considering.

There are a lot of misconceptions in this issue, in order to understand them we need to explain a little of our history.

We were all raised to admire the bowhunting pioneers who originally fought the wars that got us our first bowhunting seasons. They were very important, but do you know how they accomplished it when they were powerfully opposed by millions of rifle hunters?

Think about it for a minute, 5 or 6 million riflemen who provided the money from their license fees to provide the entire budget of every state wildlife agency in the country, were opposed to having a special preseason for archers that numbered maybe 150,000 spread out over 48 states (1940’s). If you have the power in numbers and massive amounts of money, how did the little bitty archery community succeed in getting a special season? Here is the secret that our pioneer leaders knew and understood!

Every State Wildlife Agency has a Mission Statement or Directive from their State to provide opportunity for any “Reasonable Viable User Group!” The wording changes from state to state but the intent is the same. The opportunity to use this directive was a chance for growth for each individual Wildlife Agency.

The leaders of the Archery Industry (Fred Bear, Ben Pearson, Earl Hoyt, Harry Drake and many others) along with the leaders of each state’s archery or bowhunting association, the NFAA and later the Pope & Young Club were able to convince the state wildlife agencies that the interest was there, the archery industry was growing rapidly and they had proven that the equipment was effective and up to the job of harvesting big game. They proved they were a “Reasonable Viable User Group,” then the way was clear for each state to provide opportunity, to allow hunting with a bow and arrow. An act that changed hunting forever and opened the doors for other groups and seasons.

So now you understand that any group that can prove that they are a “Reasonable Viable User Group” can approach a State Wildlife Agency and ask that they provide them opportunity under the mandate of their Mission Statement or Directive. The crossbow groups, helped by the archery/crossbow industry and the NRA have successfully made that request.

The opposition from bowhunters has some sympathy from the various State Wildlife Agencies involved, however the state mandate or directive will trump the desires of the bowhunters and their supporting organizations.

Lets return back to the beginning.

Allowing archers the privilege to hunt is one thing but accomplishing a pre-season was a bit more difficult, we must remember that at the time there was only one season, the rifle season, asking for a pre-season did not take away any hunting days from any other group. Rifle season put a lot of pressure on the game, adding to that pressure was not a good idea, however providing a separate season was a reasonable thing to do and created a badly needed new source of income (bowhunters) to the state wildlife agency. Traditional archers with their primitive equipment needed near pristine conditions in order to be effective, so with the help of our bowhunting pioneers, it happened, the primitive weapons seasons became a reality, in spite of the anger and power of the much larger rifle contingency.

Accomplishing a separate season for our weapon of choice was history making and opened the door for other primitive weapons such as the Flintlock or Muzzleloader group. Eventually “special seasons” of all kinds covered more days than printed on a calendar, causing an overlapping of user groups. An example: some years ago I was enjoying the Pennsylvania Archery Season for several days when the Youth Squirrel Season began overlapping the last week of bow season, suddenly my quiet woods was disturbed by the boom of a shotgun, that loud explosion deterred a fine 6-point buck that was headed for my scent stick. It was one of those hunting moments that I will never forget.

The big question I get is, “why don’t the crossbow hunters fight for their own special season like we did?” At this point the answer to that question should be obvious, there is no room on the calendar for another special season! In the 1940’s that was a practical solution, today any special season would either overlap or take away days from someone else. Most likely those days would come from the current archery season. Not a good PR move. Rifle hunters still have power in what they spend and they outspend archers many times over, by virtue of that spending power they will not have to give up parts of their season. The State Agencies just simply cannot give up the income that would be involved in the decline of disappointed gun hunters.

Now you understand (through history) how the crossbow movement is able to move their agenda forward in spite of the opposition of the bowhunters.

There is another event that has helped produce the crossbow phenomenon. We need to jump forward from the 1940’s to 1969/1970.

Certainly when Hollis Wilber Allen and Tom Jennings brought us the hybrid called a compound bow; bowhunting took a giant leap into the future. In the excitement of this new weapon, little notice was paid to the fact that the definition of what is a “Primitive Weapon” was being permanently altered. In order for the compound to be allowed in the archery season, a silent understanding of acceptance came into being. In order that this new “unspoken” definition be accepted, the term “Traditional Bowhunter” was coined to recognize those archers left behind in this ground swell movement-who still clung to their Longbows and Recurves. The new term “Modern Archer” was now what the term “bowhunter” represented. By the way, a few short years later this same scenario took place with the introduction of the inline muzzleloader rifle into the flintlock season. Once a precedent has been set, unintended consequences appear.

Therefore we can reasonably surmise that the acceptance of “Compound Bow Technology” as “Primitive Archery Equipment” absolutely assured that the eventual acceptance of the “Compound Crossbow,” would also be accepted as “Primitive Archery Equipment.”

In a matter of a few short years this modern bowhunter with his compound technology began to produce good hunting success rates, gaining a position as a “Viable Game Management Tool”.

This too, was history in the making, as the traditional bowhunter had never been thought of as a useful tool for managing game, but with the addition of the compound bow things began to change dramatically.

Now we must jump forward to our current times. State Game Agencies burdened with burgeoning whitetail herds, declining hunter numbers and a low hunter recruitment rates are looking for help.

The archery industry looking for a way to grow a customer base utilized the compound technology to improve the crossbow, hoping it would create the kind of interest that it had in the archery world. It has! One improvement in equipment solves both problems; it creates new customers and gives Wildlife Agencies a new management tool. Can we say Deja’vu, 1940’s?

By sharing the same technology, the compound (vertical bow) and the crossbow (horizontal bow) have become the “kissing cousins” of modern archery equipment. The science (Law of Physics) says a compound bow of 70 pounds draw weight at 30”and a compound crossbow of 140 pounds of draw weight at 16” and -with both bows shooting identical arrow weight- will produce approximately the same kinetic energy and therefore similar down range performance. True to the laws of physics, but if you have ever shot both bows you will instantly see a difference in ease of use and ability to hit a target with the crossbow.

There is as much difference between the compound and the crossbow in the archer’s ability to become proficient as there is between the traditional recurve or longbow and the compound bow. That’s just how it is!

If the compound bowhunter is not at ease with the performance and ease of accuracy of the crossbow in the woods during archery season, he needs to remember that –that is exactly the same feeling the traditional bowhunter has of sharing the woods with the compound bowhunter.

I work hard at shooting a traditional bow well, my scores say I succeed. Every few months I pick up my compound and shoot a qualified NFAA Field or Hunter Round and equal or improve upon those same scores shot with traditional equipment, without any (or little) previous practice. However some sacrifice of that primitive feeling is part of the deal.

I recently had the opportunity to shoot the new PSE TAC15 Crossbow in a controlled environment (indoor shooting range) and was quite taken back by the ease of shooting, the accuracy and the power of a 399’ per second arrow. The scope settled easily on the bulls-eye, the four-pound trigger pull was smooth and easy, the slap of the bowstring and the thud of the arrow hitting the target were but milliseconds apart and the instantaneous reaction was a visual memory that flashed trough my mind of the last time I shot my lever action 30-30 rifle, 40 years ago. I could not relate to this weapon as archery equipment, it just surpassed my comfort level to a point that I related it to its closest memory; which was the old 30-30.

Now the truth is that the compound (vertical bow or crossbow) does not approach anything near the performance level of a firearm (even a 30-30). In fact, with every bit of the latest in modern technology applied, the fastest modern compound (vertical bow or crossbow) at best will double the speed of my traditional equipment.

Fact: If those are the stats that justify their inclusion in the category of primitive weapon, then that is where they will stay!

However the point I am trying to make is that much of the emotional experience that is gained by using traditional equipment is lost with the performance provided by these modern incarnations of a primitive weapon. It is exactly that same emotional experience that is at the root of the current effort by bowhunters to stop the inclusion of the crossbow in the archery or bowhunting season! The degree of loss of the primitive feeling is the same with the compound archer experiencing the compound crossbow, as it is with the traditional archer experiencing the compound.

So will the bowhunters succeed in stopping the crossbow from joining the archery season? The answer to that question (depending on the needs of your state) is likely a resounding NO! This year alone four states (New Jersey, West Virginia, Pennsylvania* and Texas) have approved the use of the crossbow in the archery season, despite the best efforts of some organizations in the archery community going all out to stop the crossbow.

The following is why bowhunters cannot win in this battle to keep the crossbow out of the archery-hunting season. The needs of your State Wildlife Agency prevail. Hunter retention, recruitment and the ability to manage a burgeoning game herd are the points that count, that is the way it should be. Equal consideration has been given to bowhunter retention/recruitment and game management. The compound crossbow and the compound vertical bow are closer to each other in performance than either is to a firearm. These facts outweigh the wishes of the compound bowhunter’s efforts to maintain a sense of the primitive experience. The argument the bowhunter puts forward is that the crossbow is not archery equipment, perhaps so, but because the bowhunting compound archer is sharing the exact same power stroke technology as the crossbowman’s weapon, the compound bowhunter will lose this argument.

The purpose of this article is to inform the bowhunter/crossbow hunter of the deciding factors of this issue, not the arguments for or against put out by the opposing sides. All states have a hunter recruitment and retention problem; these alone may not cause the states to include the crossbow in the archery season. However if your state is facing a burgeoning whitetail herd along with the other two problems, it is most likely that you will soon be sharing the woods with a crossbow hunter in your archery season. Political pressure aside, the Game Agencies need to respond to the needs of the “Viable User Group” and to the solutions needed to manage game numbers.

The crossbow hunter has proven he has the interest (numbers of users) and an effective weapon; (thanks primarily to compound power stroke technology) he is therefore a “Reasonable Viable User Group.” His timing couldn’t be better as Wildlife Agencies are in need of new tools to help manage the game herd in many states. This is about as simple as I can make it, hopefully it has increased your understanding of this current issue. I take no sides in the issue here, I’m just stating the realities and trying to explain through history why the crossbow hunter is just another American hunter looking to establish himself in the most logical season for his equipment. Due to the fact that the performance factors of his equipment being closer to the compound bow than the 30-30rifle and the fact that the accepted definition of a primitive weapon includes compound technology, the archery season is where he will find a home.

One last comment, the Pope & Young Club has shown that recruitment and retention statistics used by most states to justify the inclusion of the crossbow in the archery season do not include the numbers of archers that drop out of bowhunting, refusing to hunt the woods while the crossbow archer is there. That, in the long run, there may actually be less retention and less recruitment with the introduction of the crossbow in the archery season. I believe that the State Game Agencies will give this some consideration, but will take a “wait and see” attitude and watch the long term future statistics for confirmation. In the meantime, decisions to include the crossbow into the archery season will continue.

So is this war of bowhunters against crossbow hunters a valid debate? Once you consider the history, the currently accepted definition of “primitive weapons” technology and the needs of the state Wildlife Agencies, well, as they say at “Fox News”- we report, you decide.

As a traditional equipment bowhunter, for philosophical reasons, I tend to disapprove of the use of compounds, compound crossbows or of inline muzzleloaders in either of the primitive weapons seasons. However if it requires the inclusion of these weapons to keep the number of hunters up, to entice a new younger generation to engage in hunting, then I reluctantly concede to the needs of the solution. I certainly would prefer that we make a concerted effort to make actual primitive weapons (longbows, recurves and flintlocks) more attractive to both the current and younger generation as a solution; I also recognize that this is an elitist position that will not solve the current problems facing the bowhunting and wildlife management communities.

I do welcome your comments on this column, whether you’re a bowhunter, wildlife professional or industry (vertical bow and/or crossbow) representative. If I am right or wrong in your mind, or if you would just like to comment, I would appreciate your point of view. Please feel free to express yourself, my email address is: onerobinhood@roadrunner.com

*The original Pennsylvania Game Board of Commissioners ruling did not allow for magnifying scopes to be allowed on crossbows during the archery season, that ruling was reversed on April 21, 2009 by the ruling board.

Today Tuesday, Nov. 17, 2009 in our local paper, on the TV News and in the L.A. Times was an AP column on the new USPSTF (U.S. Preventive Services Task Force, a government agency) announcing a complete reversal of policy dealing with breast cancer. The new guidelines are telling women who are forty that self examinations are a waste of time and that women need not be taught to do them, that mamograms are not needed until age 50 and then only every other year. That the old policies were to expensive and led to to many false positives and not beneficial. We disagree, we know several who are alive today because they were doing their mamograms, self examinations and regular check ups on an annual basis.

As my wife (a breast cancer survivor) and I read the column it became blatantly clear that it has begun, by that we mean the government has begun to minimize the importance of health care, trying to get the public used to the idea of lower standards, just as the instructions were written by Sol Lewensky in the "Leftist's Radical's Handbook" back in the sixties. I'm not sure of the exact spelling of the author's name or the exact wording of the title. I own the book, have not read it since about 1980 and it is in my other office in Camarillo, CA., otherwise I would quote it page and paragraph (perhaps in my next blog). The point is, the overhaul of the healthcare system is not yet a reality but the government is so convinced that it will happen that they are going forward just as though it was a reality.

If my wife had not done self examination and found those lumps in her breast (that the Doctors had missed) she may well have been dead today.

When I started this blog it was simply a form of a diary, it was not meant to be political or a right wing scare page but this newspaper column is what I refer to as an "Indicator Item" that tells us what the latest trend is, what the future is going to be. This column was so filled with red flags that I could not ignore it, I needed to express the deep feelings of fear of the direction our country is headed. For forty plus years it has been Ok in this country to eliminate the unborn as a matter of convenience and now we have begun the process of shortening the lives of the elderly (also for the convenience of others). Babies and the elderly cost the government a great deal of money, so much more than those in between, so the pragmatist progressive justifies these acts of inhumanity, they are moving forward with the program. Once they have governmental control of the entire healthcare system, I fear we shall see that the seniors will see their healthcare benefits reduced, delayed, denied and tied up in a bureaucratic nightmare. Since breast cancer is the most common cancer and the second leading cause of death by cancer in women the The American Cancer Society is opposed to these governmental guidelines (that may become the rule in the new healthcare reform bill) and I agree with the Cancer Society.

Curtis Hermann Nov. 19, 2009

I've recently returned from the 8,800' high Kiabab forest on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. Temperatures ranged from daytime highs of 94f to a morning low of 34f and on days 4,5&6 we had brief afternoon showers with the majority of the storm passing about seven miles to the west of our camp. 

My partner in this adventure was Carl Ward Jr. of I Mount Knives and Feather Leather. Carl was also the Chief Cook, Master of the Dutch Oven and lived up to his reputation as a culinary impresario; I think perhaps a new recipe or two was created. Regardless of the fine table fare; at that altitude we both lost weight during the week.

We arrived at Jacob's Lake in time for an early lunch on day one and from there we decided to scout a few areas we had marked on the forest service map as likely good hunting areas. Heading north on road 422 checking on the Mosquitch canyon area we pulled off on to a two-track up the Upper Mosquitch arm, stopping at the lower abandoned stock tank and corral for a little field time. It was a good area for roving so out came the traditional archery bows and arrows for a little "Arrows in the Air" time. After two days drive it felt good to stretch and shoot the bows.

This was a very scenic meadow lined with Aspen patches on the sides, with Ponderosa and Jeffrey Pine flats above those. Intersperse this with a few elegant blue spruce in the valley floor and you have a perfectly designed western mountain habitat. Winding our way south another five hundred yards we found our two-track cut off by dead fall (trees that have died and fallen from the weight of winter snow). The Aspen patch on our left at this point was so inviting that we decided to establish our camp and prepare to scout for game the next day.

With tents erected, cots & sleeping bags in place, gear stored and kitchen shelter set up we prepared a fire pit and gathered plenty of wood from the dead falls in the area. Carl prepared an Italian style stew in my 8" Dutch Oven hanging from his steel tripod over coals in the fire pit, then we made perked coffee on the coleman stove. 

Coffee in our camp was a process that Carl had learned from camping with his Mother-in-law in North Carolina. Your going to want to try this as it really does make a better, smoother cup of java with less acid taste and fewer jitters that can come so easily with over boiled camp coffee. It is a three step process and the timing can be changed slightly to accommodate the altitude. Here is how it works, when the pot begins to perk let it continue for one minute (to a minute and a half) and turn the fire off for one minute, re-light the fire and let perk again for a minute and turn off, wait one more minute, re-light the fire, perk for one minute and turn off, let coffee settle for a minute and pour. This seems like a time consuming process but give it a try as once it becomes habit you really enjoy the coffee time.

Anyway the sky was so filled with stars that it was probably mid-night before we let the coals die down to the point we could hit the sleeping bags.

Early the next morning over coffee and young doe wandered into camp without realizing what she had done, she was less than 20 yards away when she realized what she had done and bolted through the aspens. Emboldened with this sighting we looked forward to our day of scouting. Heading South moving slowly and quietly through the shadows of the Aspen patches on each side (Carl on the west side, me on the east side) we moved toward the upper reaches of Upper Mosquitch about two miles in distance. Near the end we met another bowhunter who was retrieving his treestand. In talking with him we found his party had been very disappointed in the low number of bucks sighted but they had seen plenty of Does and fawns. This concurred with the results of our scouting trip and we headed back to camp. Arriving at camp early we decide to scout a little further to the North near the abandoned corral, not 300 yards from the camp we came across three holes in the ground in a line leading toward the valley floor some 50 yards below us. Each hole was about 2' in diameter and 18-20" deep, filled with rocks and deer trails coming in from five directions. Deciding we had found a natural mineral lick we put up my treestand in a Jeffrey Pine about 18 yards to the South to which I returned  for an evening hunt. It became obvious by nightfall that any bucks in the area were using the mineral lick well after last shooting light, I resolved to return later in the week when we would have a full moon to extend my shooting light. In Arizona they have no set time to end shooting, as long as you have enough natural light to make the shot you are legal. The full moon did not prove to be much of an asset as it allowed me only an extra 25 minutes before the shadows from the Jeffrey Pines covered the shooting lanes.

Next morning we decided to scout other areas on our maps marked by friends of mine who have hunted the Kiabab before. We stopped at the North Rim Country Store for some ice and a bite of lunch and talked to other hunters. We met a young man named Chris who had hunted this area for nearly thirty years, he helped us mark our map for a camp site and a spot where they had observed 8 bucks crossing during the last week. I was going to hunt another ridge that evening where we had found fresh rubs but would move camp in the morning to the new area. The rub ridge did not pay off that evening, I did have a pleasant encounter with another Doe and she was sure surprised to see me so close. On my drive from the ridge back to camp my headlights caught the mineral lick and there was a very large 4x4 Buck getting his minerals. It was far to late 10:00 PM and well past any shooting light.

New camp is not so pretty as we are on a ridge top above the Aspen covered draws that hug the draws and valley floors. What little shade we have comes from a few giant Ponderosa Pines. There is a stock pond about a 1/4 mile away and it is being heavily used during the day time by cattle and night time by deer.  My new hunting area is about a 1/2 mile wide and a 1/2 mile long. The forest is so dry that walking quietly is an impossibility with the exception of using the cow trails which are just powdered dirt, these are good for crossing some areas but they do not take you into the preferred deer habitat of the Aspen groves. It is obvious that the bucks are staging in an area at the head of draw about 300 yards north of the Stock Tank at dark and are waiting for any bowhunters to leave the area of the Stock Tank before approaching for a drink. Sometimes they hang up in the aspens on the other side of road 203 before crossing the ridge in the direction of the Stock Tank.

Day two at 4:30 AM I roll out of bed quietly, my camo's and archery gear wait for me in the back of my truck where I change as fast and quietly as I can. Carl has a bronchial cough and can only hunt small game or stay in camp, he will have coffee ready on my return around 8:00 AM. I take a cow trail that follows road 274 toward the stock tank, this allows quiet movement and I'm not silhouetted by moonlight as I would be if I used the road. At about 80 yards from the Stock Tank I find a large stump near some deer trails leading into an Aspen covered draw that leads toward the staging area. I sit on this stump knowing most of the deer have already moved from this area into their bedding areas, my hope is that there are a few that linger at the water until first light and then move into the Aspens. This does not happen, but the afternoon before we did have some light rain and I can now move about the forest with less noise, so I still hunt (moving slowly & quietly into the air currents with much awareness of your surroundings trying to spot quarry before they spot you, a tough game to play) along the upper edge of the Aspen grove toward the pine flats at the ridge top. I'm nearing the end of the grove and I have neither seen a bedded or standing deer or spooked any game from the area. I see an opportunity to move out into the flat and use a cattle trail that brings me within a 100 yards of camp. If I take this trail I can move even more quietly and should make camp without disturbing any wildlife in the area. I use my binoculars to explore the last 60-80 yards of the Aspen grove. I check every fallen log, every inch of any exposed trails and any likely areas for bedded deer, not an antler tip, not a twitching ear, not a half hidden long low silhouette that will give away a hint of a bedded deer, I then glass the Pine Flat and the route toward camp with the same results. Feeling sure it is safe for me to proceed I feel my morning hunt is now over and all I have to do is leave the forest undisturbed as I make my way to camp. I move away from the upper edge of the Aspen patch out into the Pine Flat maybe about 20 yards when I spot a male Kiabab squirrel who climbs a Ponderosa snag up about five feet and provides me with a fair but challenging shot. The male Kiabab squirrel is truly a bright spot in his world, a black face and rump area with dark in between and a full flashing white tail with which he can attract a female from a distance. Squirrel would be nice in the Dutch Oven I think to myself, a nice change of menu and both Carl and I would love to have that magnificent tail to decorate a arrow quiver. I pull a special small game arrow from my bow quiver (called a flu-flu for it's big feathers and blunt tip) and drew my bow to anchor, with total focus on his eye I release the string of my Black Widow hunting recurve bow and watch the arrow as it smacks the tree next to the quarry's head with a loud bang as the bark on this dead snag was loose and acted like a drum. Squirrel one, bowhunter 0 I mumble as I walk over to pick up my arrow from where it had bounced and lay on the leaves and forest litter. As I place the arrow back into the quiver I notice through my peripheral vision a nice buck standing broadside on the other side of a large downed dead fall Ponderosa. He was looking for the source of the loud noise and had obviously been bedded in that very spot for some time, I had missed him with my glassing. Being caught by surprise in an awkward stance and totally unprepared for the moment I snatch another shaft from my quiver, this time a deadly broadhead hunting arrow with a two blade hand sharpened head. A sense that he was about to bolt in response to my movement I draw my bow, careful to aline with the center of his chest I draw the string to anchor, focus hurriedly on that favored spot just behind the front leg thinking that this was it, I've made this shot a thousand times. I release the arrow and watch the brightly colored yellow and white feathers tickle the hairs on his chest as it passes less than an inch below his chest. I stand there in disbelief as he bolts and disappears into the forest, I count my steps to his bed, 36 and I had calculated 32, my heart sank as I found my way back to camp, Carl and coffee. 

More rain was to follow and by evening it was obvious that the deer no longer needed the crossing to get water, they were finding plenty just on the browse they were eating, their pattern of behavior was no longer predictable and hunting just became a great deal harder. It is time to pack up the camp and return to California where wildfires are devastating most of my favorite hunting areas. It's going to be a challenging year for me and my quarry but the forests await and I will return.