Hunting in Montana 2009

Steve, my good friend from the shipyard, invited me to go on my first hunting trip to

Montana. We stayed with his grandparents in Great Falls, Montana

(Awesome people....they adopted me).

I was introduced to REAL people that hunt, trap, and live in a still wild land.
I was told by someone else in the Yard, that I would fall in love with Montana....I did!

The ridge in the foreground is where we ended our stalk of three Does (Mule Deer). The Doe was 250 yds. away in that dark area.

Steve and I got in the prone position, and before we could decide who was

shooting, I shot and dropped this Doe

(who was being followed by a Buck...

with love in his heart)
Steve went down to chase off the Buck...he wouldn't leave. After Steve threw a rock, shot in the ground, and finally approached the Buck did he leave.

I forgot to mention the stare down beteween Steve and the Buck....the whole time I had the Buck in my sights,

one wrong move towards my buddy, and bam.

What ever you shoot you got to haul out!

Finally, after hunting for four day we got our first Deer.
I was thinking after shooting at alot of running deer, I would shoot at the end of the leading Deer, kicking dirt up into eyes of the following deer, blinding the second deer in the line.
That didn't work either, plain old stalking your prey works.
Just ask the lions of the Sahara. Steve later that Day got his deer.
Two happy guys went home that day.
(the nice cut on the nose is from my scope when I fired)

Oh yeah, the prize!
I learned how to hunt, gut, cut and pack deer.
It took from 7a.m. to 3p.m. to cut up our deer.


Steve and his smiling friend.
One of the things we learned was removing brains of Atelopes, Deer, and Buffalo.
I'm not sick, they are used to tan hides.
Grandpa traps and tans hides.
Grandpa got a Fox the day before we left.


This speaks for itself.
like a coconut

Yep, it's Awesome.

This Butte is right behind Steve's Grandpa's house.

What a great experience, I needed to learn how to hunt

before I could ever share hunting with my boys.

Thank you Lord for this memoriable trip.