For as long as I’ve been a hunter, I’ve dreamed of the day I would notch my elk tag. As the years passed, I’d found success in just about every animal I’d truly pursued, except elk. I spent hundreds of hours studying elk hunting tactics, learning about elk behavior and where to find them, not to mention learning calls in the hopes that one day I’d shoot a branch bull. I got close, dozens of times with my bow, but just couldn’t make it happen. It was heartbreaking to say the least. At some point the disappointment subsided and I began to lose hope. Read and watch more here.
No matter the season, I use BaseMap to find my way, track animals, check season information and collect data. For me, it’s a running log of all my adventures. I love going back and looking at the places I’ve been. Click the photo above to read about some of my favorite features.
The end of spring hunting seasons signals the beginning of another season for archers, 3D tournaments. Bowhunters get to satiate their thirst for the hunt by climbing mountains, crossing creeks and making their way through the brush, to kill foam. It’s great preparation for the upcoming hunting season and it helps pass the 3-month drought between spring and fall seasons.
In the depths of the Columbia River lives a primitive fish dating back to the Middle Jurassic era, over 163 million years ago. The White Sturgeon is the largest freshwater fish in North America. Though they can reach up to 20 feet long, most rarely get over 10 feet in length. Characterized by large bony plates running down its back, a long flat snout and a deeply-forked tail, it’s impossible to mistake. There is nothing more incredible than hooking one of these giants at sunset. Click the photo to read more.
Gobble, gobble, gobble… cluck, cluck, cluck… or my favorite – here turkey, turkey, turkey… no matter what your go to turkey call is, every April these sounds fill the air signaling the kick off of the spring turkey season in Oregon.
When Ty and I set a goal to help kids and new hunters find success in the spring of 2018, we had no idea where the path was going to lead us. But, it set in motion one of the most rewarding seasons of our lives, and it all began with a young man named Marshall.
2 bucks, and a baby on-board, it was one of the most incredible seasons of my life. The 2017 archery season challenged us in new ways. We had to change how we typically hunt since spot and stalk wasn’t an option at this stage of my pregnancy, but it didn’t hold us back. We gave it our all and worked together as a team to get it done. I’m grateful for all of the highs, lows and everything in-between. Mostly I can’t wait to share this story with my baby boy someday.
Passing on our bowhunting heritage is important to ensure it’s around for future generations to enjoy. My husband bought me a bow ten years ago and I never would’ve guessed the joy, self-confidence, friendships and love it was going to bring into my life. If we can do that for even just one other person a year, we feel as though we are giving them an incredible gift.