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    How to Hunt Like a Gentleman: I Love the Smell of Gunpowder In the Morning
    How to Hunt Like a Gentleman: I Love the Smell of Gunpowder In the Morning
    How to Hunt Like a Gentleman: I Love the Smell of Gunpowder In the Morning
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    How to Hunt Like a Gentleman: I Love the Smell of Gunpowder In the Morning

    By Hank Huntington

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    Enjoy the thrill of hunting anytime you want with this collection of stories by Hank Huntington.

    As a young boy, Hank hunted with his father and later with college friends. As retirement approached, he began keeping a record of his adventures at www.OutdoorsWithHank.com, which has been read by thousands of people.

    Whether it is hunting big game in the mountains of the West, listening to the call of the mallard hen as she circles a decoy spread or sneaking up on deer, bears, turkeys, ducks, pheasants, wild hogs, and elk and caribou, these tales have excitement for hunters from all walks of life.

    In addition to actual kills, Hank shares the research, planning, and commitment he engaged in to successfully hunt big and small game.

    For anyone wanting to hunt big, four-legged creatures—from elk and buffalo in United States of America to caribou in northern Canada—this is the definitive guide.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu Publishing Services
    Release dateOct 14, 2016
    ISBN9781483458816
    How to Hunt Like a Gentleman: I Love the Smell of Gunpowder In the Morning

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      How to Hunt Like a Gentleman - Hank Huntington

      —Hank

      Critters That Can Hurt You

      Fall Bear Hunt in the Tetons

      What an experience. The weather could not have been more perfect—cool evenings and mild days. The temperature was right for a jacket and maybe something underneath if needed. The reservation to hunt bear with Bob Barlow, owner of Barlow Outfitting, was booked last spring and I was really looking forward to the trip. We would be hunting bear a week before the elk season opened. I stayed at the Teton Mountain View Lodge in Tetonia, Idaho. I stayed there before on a previous elk hunt with Bob and the lodge provided excellent service. (http://www.tetonmountainlodge.com/)

      I selected Barlow because of his experience and knowledge of the area. He has outstanding references, and as a Wyoming native, he grew up hunting, trapping, and fishing in the region. Now he leads people on successful hunts and makes their hunting experiences really enjoyable. On the downside—because I come from the flatlands—the high altitude was a struggle for me, but Bob was very patient.

      The berries in the mountains were abundant and with the cooler days and nights, the bears were starting to get really active. Diligently foraging at this time of year allows the bears to bulk up for their winter hibernation. Their activity would give us the opportunity for a successful shot. Unlike elk hunting, we didn’t have to start out so early in the morning. The pace was more leisurely, but still required stealth when we entered the mountains. Bob’s horses were corralled at the lodge, and were saddled up and hauled by trailer to the trailhead. From there we began to scout the hills and valleys; slowly moving, stopping to scan the distant areas with a scope looking for bears. There were several berry patches that Bob knew about, and we slowly advanced toward them. One was in a valley. We rode the horses up the backside of the mountain to a plateau and tethered them in a grassy area. We walked very, very quietly toward the overlook for a view of the valley. The foliage in the berry patch was dense. Signs of bear were everywhere. This was a good place, so we sat down and positioned ourselves with a commanding view of the valley.

      After an hour, Bob checked in with me to make sure that I was comfortable hunting by myself. It was okay with me. He then quietly returned to the horses and to check on some of the other patches in the area for more signs of bear. Even when hunting turkey by myself in Iowa or Nebraska, my back is always up against a tree with a .40 caliber pistol down by my side. (We have mountain lions.) I was a bit nervous, but not afraid. The wind was directly in my face and anything behind me would pick up my scent. Precaution is always a good idea.

      Nothing happened, so we moved to another site. There the timber was denser and the berry patches were not as thick, but there were still signs of a lot of activity. Someone had made a nice pile of timber to hide behind, and there was a good tree for me to lean against. The sun barely provided enough light. Bob sat with me for about an hour and then went to check out more sites. The cool and crisp fall weather made me very sleepy, and I fought the urge to nap. I caught myself dozing off more than once. The wind was still in my face so anything in front of me couldn’t pick up my human scent. Even though all things seemed right, a bear did not appear.

      Over the course of the day we checked other promising sites and by evening we returned to the lodge. The high altitude was taking its toll on me, but I avoided a headache by staying thoroughly hydrated. I drank a liter of Gatorade every morning and stayed hydrated during the day. My biggest problem on this type of hunt was getting winded when climbing and walking around in the mountains. Bob could charge up a mountain—not breaking stride—and never appeared to get winded. I had to stop and rest a lot. Still, I was having a really great time and the views of the Grand Tetons were spectacular. I think there is nothing better than hunting with a person you enjoy, and Bob was just that person. The next day was a repeat of the first.

      We started out late on the third day. With bear hunting, there is no need to hurry, so we took our time. We went back to the first site and the bear signs were everywhere. We moved into the same spot where we hid ourselves before. I established my position next to a tree and a little behind another. The sun lit up the valley and we were concerned that there was too much light. The wind was light and variable, and generally right in my face. Meanwhile, Bob rode over to check a couple of other sites.

      After standing there for about an hour, I pulled out the cell phone and called my wife. I was amazed that the reception in the mountains was better than at home. (I have no idea why.) We both talked in whispers over the phone—this was no time for making noise. Suddenly a bear thrust its head out from behind a large bush about 75 yards down the mountain. It looked straight at me. Bob told me to make very slow moves if movement was necessary, and I needed to move now. I whispered to my wife, There is a bear! and slowly placed the phone into my pocket, not even waiting for her response. The bear stood there and stared straight up the hill. The gun leaned on the tree, and I slowly slid my hand down to the barrel and gripped.

      The bear slowly walked out onto a large flat rock, stopped and looked up the mountain straight at me. The wind was still in my face, so I could not be detected, and I was hidden in the shadows. The bear put its head down and took a couple of steps. He stopped again and warily looked up the slope where I was standing. Every time he looked forward and moved, I raised the rifle slowly. When he stopped and looked up the mountain, I did not move. This repeated at least three times until, finally, he was quartering to me with his back end pointing up the hill at a 45-degree angle. I pulled the rifle up slowly and laid it across a tree limb that had been sighted through before. As the bear paused, he took his final look up the mountain. I placed the crosshairs on his right front shoulder, held my breath, squeezed the trigger, and sent the round on its way.

      The bear sprung off the rock and into the brush below when the bullet found its mark. I pulled out my phone and tried to call Bob, but only got his voicemail. I left a message and carefully moved down the hill to the rock where the bear was shot. Seeing nothing, I cycled another round into the chamber. Halfway down to the spot where the bear took the round I stopped. As Bob’s client, it was not my job to go and find out what happened to the bear. That task was for the outfitter—that is why I hired him. Less than 10 minutes later, Bob came down the hill. Wow! I was still in awe of how the locals could move so quickly up and down those mountains on foot! Bob heard the shot, saw my page on his cell phone, and was almost instantly back to where I took my shot. I pointed to the place where the bear leaped off the rock, he moved cautiously to where the bear jumped and announced, Congratulations! You are now officially a bear hunter! After only one shot, the bear fell 10 feet down from the rock.

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      My first black bear.

      We skinned him out, and checked the hide into the Wyoming Fish and Wildlife offices in Jackson the next day. Then it was off for home. The people with the state estimated the bear’s weight at 300 to 325 pounds and its age to be eight to ten years old. A DNR official pulled a tooth from its jaw and a bit of hair was clipped from the hide and sent to the University of Wyoming. Later that fall I received a postcard from the Wyoming Game and Fish Department stating that the bear was eleven-and-a-half years old.

      The bear hide now nearly covers the bed in our guest room. When little kids visit, I enjoy watching their reactions when they see the hide. They are always fascinated and I watch to see if they stick their fingers in its mouth. Besides its mouth, the kids always like to examine its claws. The taxidermist did an outstanding job.

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      Protecting the guest bedroom from intruders.

      It’s a Hog Hunt

      Ever since my good friend Joni went down to Texas and shot a really nice big wild hog, I kept thinking about a trip of my own. Then when I got the report of the excellent meat that went with the kill, I knew it was time to start planning and researching in earnest.

      There was no deer hunting to do as the midge disease had taken its toll, plus my freezer was full of elk, duck, goose, pheasant, chukar and wild turkey. So with all that idle time, the plan went into motion. (A biting fly, or midge, of the Culicoides genus transmits Midge disease. EHD is an often-fatal viral disease that primarily affects white-tailed deer, though it has been documented in mule deer and pronghorn. The disease produces hemorrhaging lesions in infected individuals, and is one of a family of viruses that include bluetongue and various other strains of hemorrhagic disease. Upon being infected, the animals die within one to three days.)

      The first thing I had to do was research the type

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