N9Line
FNG
I'm still very green when it comes to hunting, and it shows.
I'm completely self-taught (with the help of podcasts, youtube and y'all) and have had 0 help with anything really. I'm not from a family of hunters. My father raised me on fishing and camping in the Eastern Sierra's.
After the Marine Corps and starting a family of my own, I decided I wanted to try out hunting and being able to provide a cleaner/healthier lifestyle and incorporate self-procured proteins into my family's diet.
I know this is in the bear thread, but I'm trying to give a rundown on my experience.
I have strictly been in the D5 area.
Last year was my "official" first year of deer/bear hunting. The reason it's in quotations is because I took a few years trying to learn and scout out areas before taking the full dive. I picked a target area, did tons of scouting, hunted the first 3 weeks of season. I found a ton of deer sign and saw roughly 10-15 does/fawns a day. I saw 0 bears because I think I was in too much of a high traffic area with people/road hunters. I spotted a lonely spike on my last day and decided to call it quits after that since I had work the next day. On my way out, stumbled upon a forky and managed to harvest my first deer. I wanted to (and still do) learn, so for my first deer, I was going to be the one to completely butcher it. After staying up almost all night, i had the whole deer packaged and in the freezer.
Fast forward to this year.
I decided I wanted to get into archery. Learning to hunt while learning to shoot a bow was a lot. I bought a decent bow setup. Once I felt confident out to 50 yards on a 6" target, I decided to go jackrabbit hunting. I have 10 acres and it's backed up to something like 300 of BLM land, so this was just basically walking out my back door. I found my first jackrabbit, with bow in hand, and took my 36yd shot on it. Headshot. Once the googly-eyed rascal stopped flopping around, I grabbed it and handled it and tossed it in the freezer.
At this point, I 100% feel confident in my bow abilities and am ready to go for a deer/bear for bow season.
During pre-season scouting trips, I was seeing TONS of deer and bear. I was so confident that I was going to be able to tag out that I planned on passing on anything that was less than a 3x3 and only focusing on deer and planned on getting a bear after deer season.
Opening day. I get out at first light where I was watching some deer feeding in the late afternoon on the day prior, and sneek up on 2 beautiful deep forked horns. Pass. An hour later, I found another smaller forky. Pass. I found a bedding area where I found a solid bachelor group of 6 GOOD bucks. All 3x3 or better. I sneak up to 30yards, but there's a tree in the way of the vitals of a 4x4 that's snoozin. I decided that it's not worth spooking them and backed out when a spiked fork (i think) looked my way and we had a staredown for about 3 minutes before he put his head back down. Around noon, I was heading back to camp when I bumped a 4x4 because I was being complacent just walking back straight to camp with my head down.
After some lunch at camp, I went to my glassing spot and glassed up a big ole Boar about 1200yds out and watched him for probably 2 1/2 hours. Right as the sun was on the horizon, I spotted a sow with a big cub roughly 1500yds out and decided I was going to wait til tomorrow to do anything since nothing productive was going to happen in the next 30 mins with a bow.
The next day, I saw nothing but deer, but they were all out in the middle of the open all day. I got into a position where they went the day prior, and I think they winded me cause I never saw them after I got closer. No joy.
That's basically how all of my bow season went. Saw deer. All too far out to put a stalk on in a timely manner, or in the middle of the open where I didn't feel like I had any decent chance at success if I were to stalk in on them. On the last day of bow season, I saw at least 1,000,001 bears and 0 deer. I was determined that I was going to get a bear. I spotted a decent sized boar that was about 500yds out. Put the stalk on, got to about 70 yards out and he winded me. After that, the day just went downhill. Some UTV's came through off-trail with their music playing as loud as they could, with their friends on ATV's behind. Called it quits for archery bear and deer this season.
Day before rifle opener. I found a big group of bucks. Decided I was going to go for one and not go for bear until I got a deer. My buddy from work showed up (hasn't hunted since the 90's and only did it from the road) and we glassed up at least 5 bears on opening morning with no bucks in sight. Changed gears and decided to put the stalk on this beautiful cinnamon boar that was 1200yds away. We were at the bottom of a canyon and hiked up to get around on him before the thermals changed. We got to about 350yds from where we saw him last and got on a known vantage point and he was nowhere to be found. Awesome.
At this point I'm pretty defeated. I am learning so much every time I go out.. I find tracks, food sources, water, bedding areas and see them, just can't get to somewhere to tag one.
I decide to go up on a friday after work and go for a quick, down-and-dirty 1 night and 1 day trip. I glass up a sow with a cub and watch them for about an hour when another sow comes into the picture and the other sow runs it up a tree and the sow with cub bail. I put the stalk on the solo sow and climb up the mountain. I get to a point where I can see it from about 500 yards away and tell myself keep going, but don't push it. I get about 100yds from my vantage point which would put me within 200yds of the sow. I'm beat and needed to take a breather for some water and a protein bar since the mountain was nearly vertical. As I'm tossing my trash in my pack, *BANG* (snap rings out overhead as I immediately hit the deck). 3 seconds go by.. *BANG*. I wait about a minute since there was no snap this time, he must've shot the other direction. Less than 150 yds from me, some (I'll go lightly) "hunter" just shot the bear I was stalking. This is public land, so in no way am I saying he took my bear or anything like that, just that shooting in the direction of another hunter probably wasn't the best idea. Time to call it quits for the day as I switched moods. No point in being on the mountain angry.
Fast forward to November.
I have a bunch of game cams out and I found bears at low elevation. I can't find any sort of way to stalk since this is the most dense timber I've been in. Tons of acorns and manzanita for the bears to eat. These bears are FAT.
I finally bought a rabbit predator call and a fawn in distress but have no idea if my calls are decent or if the timing of the year is just off. .
I have the bears on camera. I know they're there. There's just no consistency. One is there one day at 4am, then a week later at 7pm. Nowhere between the times that I can shoot. I found the food. I found the water (It's literally everywhere). I've found rubs. I've found recent tracks.
I will post pictures later of the tracks and some of the deer if I remember, but I'm in the middle of a move and with my wife being pregnant, this isn't really giving me a bunch of time to get out and get hunting. My 6 year old son begged me to get him a bear this year and I told him I would do everything I could to make it happen, and by God, I'm not giving up yet.
What do I do? I'm not normally the person to ask for help, but I'm at a loss and have done as much research and I feel like reaching out for knowledge is the only thing I can do at this point.
I'm completely self-taught (with the help of podcasts, youtube and y'all) and have had 0 help with anything really. I'm not from a family of hunters. My father raised me on fishing and camping in the Eastern Sierra's.
After the Marine Corps and starting a family of my own, I decided I wanted to try out hunting and being able to provide a cleaner/healthier lifestyle and incorporate self-procured proteins into my family's diet.
I know this is in the bear thread, but I'm trying to give a rundown on my experience.
I have strictly been in the D5 area.
Last year was my "official" first year of deer/bear hunting. The reason it's in quotations is because I took a few years trying to learn and scout out areas before taking the full dive. I picked a target area, did tons of scouting, hunted the first 3 weeks of season. I found a ton of deer sign and saw roughly 10-15 does/fawns a day. I saw 0 bears because I think I was in too much of a high traffic area with people/road hunters. I spotted a lonely spike on my last day and decided to call it quits after that since I had work the next day. On my way out, stumbled upon a forky and managed to harvest my first deer. I wanted to (and still do) learn, so for my first deer, I was going to be the one to completely butcher it. After staying up almost all night, i had the whole deer packaged and in the freezer.
Fast forward to this year.
I decided I wanted to get into archery. Learning to hunt while learning to shoot a bow was a lot. I bought a decent bow setup. Once I felt confident out to 50 yards on a 6" target, I decided to go jackrabbit hunting. I have 10 acres and it's backed up to something like 300 of BLM land, so this was just basically walking out my back door. I found my first jackrabbit, with bow in hand, and took my 36yd shot on it. Headshot. Once the googly-eyed rascal stopped flopping around, I grabbed it and handled it and tossed it in the freezer.
At this point, I 100% feel confident in my bow abilities and am ready to go for a deer/bear for bow season.
During pre-season scouting trips, I was seeing TONS of deer and bear. I was so confident that I was going to be able to tag out that I planned on passing on anything that was less than a 3x3 and only focusing on deer and planned on getting a bear after deer season.
Opening day. I get out at first light where I was watching some deer feeding in the late afternoon on the day prior, and sneek up on 2 beautiful deep forked horns. Pass. An hour later, I found another smaller forky. Pass. I found a bedding area where I found a solid bachelor group of 6 GOOD bucks. All 3x3 or better. I sneak up to 30yards, but there's a tree in the way of the vitals of a 4x4 that's snoozin. I decided that it's not worth spooking them and backed out when a spiked fork (i think) looked my way and we had a staredown for about 3 minutes before he put his head back down. Around noon, I was heading back to camp when I bumped a 4x4 because I was being complacent just walking back straight to camp with my head down.
After some lunch at camp, I went to my glassing spot and glassed up a big ole Boar about 1200yds out and watched him for probably 2 1/2 hours. Right as the sun was on the horizon, I spotted a sow with a big cub roughly 1500yds out and decided I was going to wait til tomorrow to do anything since nothing productive was going to happen in the next 30 mins with a bow.
The next day, I saw nothing but deer, but they were all out in the middle of the open all day. I got into a position where they went the day prior, and I think they winded me cause I never saw them after I got closer. No joy.
That's basically how all of my bow season went. Saw deer. All too far out to put a stalk on in a timely manner, or in the middle of the open where I didn't feel like I had any decent chance at success if I were to stalk in on them. On the last day of bow season, I saw at least 1,000,001 bears and 0 deer. I was determined that I was going to get a bear. I spotted a decent sized boar that was about 500yds out. Put the stalk on, got to about 70 yards out and he winded me. After that, the day just went downhill. Some UTV's came through off-trail with their music playing as loud as they could, with their friends on ATV's behind. Called it quits for archery bear and deer this season.
Day before rifle opener. I found a big group of bucks. Decided I was going to go for one and not go for bear until I got a deer. My buddy from work showed up (hasn't hunted since the 90's and only did it from the road) and we glassed up at least 5 bears on opening morning with no bucks in sight. Changed gears and decided to put the stalk on this beautiful cinnamon boar that was 1200yds away. We were at the bottom of a canyon and hiked up to get around on him before the thermals changed. We got to about 350yds from where we saw him last and got on a known vantage point and he was nowhere to be found. Awesome.
At this point I'm pretty defeated. I am learning so much every time I go out.. I find tracks, food sources, water, bedding areas and see them, just can't get to somewhere to tag one.
I decide to go up on a friday after work and go for a quick, down-and-dirty 1 night and 1 day trip. I glass up a sow with a cub and watch them for about an hour when another sow comes into the picture and the other sow runs it up a tree and the sow with cub bail. I put the stalk on the solo sow and climb up the mountain. I get to a point where I can see it from about 500 yards away and tell myself keep going, but don't push it. I get about 100yds from my vantage point which would put me within 200yds of the sow. I'm beat and needed to take a breather for some water and a protein bar since the mountain was nearly vertical. As I'm tossing my trash in my pack, *BANG* (snap rings out overhead as I immediately hit the deck). 3 seconds go by.. *BANG*. I wait about a minute since there was no snap this time, he must've shot the other direction. Less than 150 yds from me, some (I'll go lightly) "hunter" just shot the bear I was stalking. This is public land, so in no way am I saying he took my bear or anything like that, just that shooting in the direction of another hunter probably wasn't the best idea. Time to call it quits for the day as I switched moods. No point in being on the mountain angry.
Fast forward to November.
I have a bunch of game cams out and I found bears at low elevation. I can't find any sort of way to stalk since this is the most dense timber I've been in. Tons of acorns and manzanita for the bears to eat. These bears are FAT.
I finally bought a rabbit predator call and a fawn in distress but have no idea if my calls are decent or if the timing of the year is just off. .
I have the bears on camera. I know they're there. There's just no consistency. One is there one day at 4am, then a week later at 7pm. Nowhere between the times that I can shoot. I found the food. I found the water (It's literally everywhere). I've found rubs. I've found recent tracks.
I will post pictures later of the tracks and some of the deer if I remember, but I'm in the middle of a move and with my wife being pregnant, this isn't really giving me a bunch of time to get out and get hunting. My 6 year old son begged me to get him a bear this year and I told him I would do everything I could to make it happen, and by God, I'm not giving up yet.
What do I do? I'm not normally the person to ask for help, but I'm at a loss and have done as much research and I feel like reaching out for knowledge is the only thing I can do at this point.