Our latest film, THE COLD is presented by Vortex Optics. Watch the THE COLD Teaser below and you can read more about the backstory on this hunt right HERE.
Full film will release on December 12th right here on our website!
Our latest film, THE COLD is presented by Vortex Optics. Watch the THE COLD Teaser below and you can read more about the backstory on this hunt right HERE.
Full film will release on December 12th right here on our website!
For many hunters their season ends with the close of rifle. Honestly by then we’ve had plenty of hunting and sleeping in sounds about right. BUT, then you take a few days off and you instantly wish you were back out there. About three years ago we looked into extending our season and late season archery hunting seemed like just the ticket. Rutting mule deer bucks pushing out of their summer hideouts would cover hillsides for miles right!? Not so quick bud.
That first year was definitely one where we learned a lot. Deer were plentiful but finding a buck pushing into the 150-160″ range was difficult. In a week we saw two and made stalks but the steep country and crunchy snow made life tough for bowhunting. Swirly winds sealed our fate and we went home empty handed but ready to tackle year 2. The following year we put in a little more time researching areas and decided to move to a new unit. This time we had more realistic expectations but also knew that finding a true 200″ deer could definitely happen. With some snow moving in we were able to find more mature bucks although navigating the public/private landscape made approaching some deer almost impossible.
Using the truck and spotter to cover country. Not a bad option when your new to the area and it’s cold.
As a hunter new to the area most of the first 4-5 days really felt like 90% scouting and 10% hunting. After starting to hone in on some of the habits of deer moved in on the winter range we decided to hike up onto a ridge that would allow us to glass into a couple key basins that the deer used to bed in. Sure enough that morning a few hours after the sun was up we found a big buck slowly feeding up through the juniper. He was a stud. His gait was characterized by a solid limp and I’m sure he’d had a long night chasing does and fighting with other bucks.
We were able to bed him and watch him eventually fall asleep, head rested in the snow in front of him. With the snow frozen from cold overnight temps we had to wait till the sun heated up the west facing hillside. I finally decided on a long zig-zag path that would eventually lead us to within 40-60 yards of his position. We weren’t sure what the wind would be like on the other side but he was the kind of deer we came on this hunt for and there was no way we weren’t going to give it a shot. Two hours later we hit the last patch of open dirt and now it was snow and over 80 yards to go before we would be within shooting range of his last position. We slowly crunched through the snow. I figured there was no way the buck hadn’t spooked by now as it was very loud. As I slowly crept ahead I saw antlers ahead amidst the thick juniper. It was him and he was only 40 yards away. My heart went from 0 to 100 in an instant. The bucks rack shifted back and forth a few times but he never spooked. After about ten minutes of observing him he stood up. I could see his chest but branches made for an obstructed view of his vitals and there wasn’t any ethical shot. He slowly began to feed downhill. As soon as he was out of sight we looped ahead of him and waited. After twenty minutes we hadn’t seen nor heard anything and again figured he was gone. We went back up the hill and grabbed the packs. I was curious as to what he had done and wanted to go follow his tracks to learn more. Sure enough as we got to about 30 yards of his last position I saw horns again. Apparently he had only fed a short distance and then re-bedded. We again were pinned with no shot. We were so, so close but eventually the wind betrayed us and he bolted. Game over.
The next morning we returned to the area but this time a few ridges over. We watched another great buck chase does and fend off a smaller but still impressive buck. As sun began to rise the deer began their daily route back up to the juniper covered hillside. I knew two good bucks were in the group and we quickly shifted into position. After a few minutes I saw a doe 70 yards to my right. They’d picked a trail one away from the one we were sitting on. The big buck hit a gap at 70 but it was too long of a shot to make quickly and they eventually hit our wind. One buck spooked and one still to go. We began to creep down the hill. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement. It was a doe being pushed by a buck. I crouched down and saw 4 points on one side through the juniper as the buck nudged the doe once again. The doe was on to me and bounced up the hill. The buck wasn’t quick as keen. He stepped up into my opening at 20 yards and my arrow flew true. He bolted and I thought I’d shot the smaller of the the two big bucks. Emotions were high. After a half hour we began tracking. A short ways later I saw tan in the snow. As I walked up on my buck I had a mix of emotions. I was ecstatic that I’d been able to fill my tag on a 4×4 on such a difficult hunt but I was disappointment that it was a young deer and not one I’d shoot if I’d been able to identify him better prior to the shot. Lesson learned.
We took a few photos and then proceeded to quarter him up and make the relatively short trek back to the truck. Year Two had ended in success but given the circumstances of the prior day it felt as if we had unfinished business. We’d surely be back next year.
Our original plan for year 3 was to come down for the end of the season. When a good friend wanted to join we shifted the dates to accommodate his schedule. We would now be hunting the opening week of the season. We knew there hadn’t been much snow but we’d give it a shot. When we showed up the day before the opener we were sorely disappointed to see a rifle cow hunt ending with guys on 4-wheelers everywhere. This pressure would surely make the big bucks extremely hard to find and with no snow it was shaping up to be a tough hunt. Sure enough 4 days later and we’d only seen small two and three year old bucks and many, many does.
With our film permits limiting where we could hunt in the unit we went back to where we’d seen a few good bucks in the past. We turned up a nice 4×4 and proceeded to hunt him over the course of the rest of the hunt. Each morning we could find him somewhere out among about 30-50 does and small bucks. They’d eventually fill their bellies and start working back up the mountain. Cutting them off was a guessing game and trying to avoid all the other deer proved to be a challenge. We got close but his daily routine never had any pattern to it. With a hundred elk in the area it was a zoo some mornings and keeping tabs on this buck proved to be quite the task.
The weather was warm and sunny one minute and cold and blistery the next. We covered country mid day hoping to find other bucks. We went miles in to the nastiest areas only turning up does with little bucks. The snow wasn’t present in the mountains and the big bucks hadn’t pushed into their wintering area. Our timing was off and we re-focused on our target buck.
Again we relocated him. His general pattern was there but there was no consistency in his path back to bed each day. One day it would be a 1000 yards different from the day previous. As we neared the end of our hunt we found him honed in on a hot doe. It was just two of them and there were far less other deer in the area that morning. As we moved to cut them off they shifted their path at the last minute, rounding the hillside away from our position. We looped ahead and picked them up again. They were now in the bottom and we watched from above. They moved slowly and worked up into a shaded and snow covered face. After a short time the two bedded. It wasn’t the best area but it appeared I might be able to make a huge loop and get behind and above them. If the snow was soft enough in the shade I might be able to close the distance. It was now or never and again I set off on a stalk that we hoped would end with an arrow airborne. Tune in on December 5th to see the trailer for the film and December 12th to watch the full film and see if I can fill my tag on a mature mule deer buck.
Montana was in the midst of one of the coldest stretches on record and Saturday was quickly approaching. With the big game season over it was time to start thinking about trying our hand at some predator management. Our good friend Matt Piippo had invited us to come coyote hunt and with the temps dipping well into the negatives, we knew the conditions would be ideal to find some hungry coyotes. As we drove to our first stand the temperature read -18F.
The coyotes would definitely be on the prowl today. As we walked into our first stand the wind just wasn’t right. After a short set up calls we noticed a coyote sitting down in the bottom of the draw at about 420 yards. Neither Matt or myself were prone and with the cold temps it was a poor shot to take. The coyotes slowly drifted off knowing that human scent didn’t mean pleasant things. As they did another two coyotes came flying into view, chasing the other two off. A small territory battle was ensuing and we knew the day was only going to get better. Our next stand happened about 5 miles to the west. We parked the truck and hiked up to the top of a small plateau. Matt began coaxing the call and soon two coyotes were coming in on a string. As they closed the distance they dropped down through the small coulee and Matt quickly switched to the shotgun. The lead dog came up the hill and stood broadside at 10 yards, still unaware of our presence. Click. The shotgun misfired and Matt quickly switched to his rifle. Click.
Some choice words probably went through Matt’s head as the coyote surprisingly still stood there looking for the dying rabbit. Matt quickly dropped a fresh round in his gun and put the 1st coyote to rest. As the other coyote spun and began hightailing it a second shot put a quick end to an exciting stand.
We rounded up the two males and replayed the series of events. None of us had experienced multiple gun failures only to finish strong with a double. Apparently -18 does a number on the lubricants in a rifle as the firing pin had only just barely made it to the primer. We scooped up our gear and headed back to the truck.
As soon as we reached the truck we discovered that Matt didn’t have his usual rack to load the coyotes onto. I quickly chimed in that the front grille guard would work equally as well and really add a nice touch to the Predator Quest rig. Our motto for the day was now to “fill the bumper.”
It was only 9:20 and we had a lot more country to cover. After talking to some locals and a few landowners we finally made it back out to an area Matt has called in many coyotes over the years. Right off the bat a coyote came flying out of the trees only to stop and sit at 300 yards. A few series of calls failed to bring him closer and Matt knew it was time to let one rip. Boom! Snow flew behind the coyote as his round missed just high and the coyote went Mach 10 back into the timber. A simple miscalculation of his bullet drop in the cold temperature left this coyote very alive for another day. We laughed it off and headed off to some new country. Over the next 45 minutes we saw 4 coyotes off the road. Unfortunately, they also saw us and plans to call these areas quickly vanished. As we were moving locations Matt pulled over to glass a common coyote hangout. Sure enough he spotted a nice coyote mousing a mile and half up in a cut field. Matt turned to me and said “We’re going to kill that coyote.” We parked the truck and made our way up to the center of a nearby pivot and got ready. A few minutes into calling and a coyote trotted over the ridge and closed to 240 yards before stopping to try to locate the sound. I was ready and one shot left us with a 3rd dead coyote for the day. I was all smiles as it’s been some time since I’ve had to chance to get a crack at a wily coyote.
We quickly made our way through the field to collect #3. A long drag and we were back in the rig and ready for a new stand.
Light was fading quickly and we decided to call a big basin with no cover. We split up and made ourselves comfortable on the open hillside. At first I didn’t think a coyote was going to commit. The country was very open and it had been a good 8-10 minutes and nothing had appeared. As quickly as I thought that, I heard Travis lip squeak to my right. A coyote had just come running over the far hill and was closing the distance quickly. I shifted my aim and watched as this pretty coyote continued to get closer and closer. At 325 the yote stopped. Apparently she didn’t see anything resembling a rabbit. As she stood there I felt she wasn’t coming any closer and with my gun resting on my pack I slowly squeezed the trigger. Thwack! The shot dropped her in her tracks and number four for the day was in the bag.
Light was fading quickly and with it the temperature was also plummeting. With coyotes blocking our headlights we decided to call it a day and loaded up the last coyote into the grill of the Excursion.
It had been an epic day. We had seen 16 coyotes and went 4 for 5 on called in dogs. We were able to get a little bit of footage and will be making a short video to share with you guys in the next few months. Soon we will be off to Idaho to late season mule deer hunt and then it will be Christmas. Good luck to anyone still getting out into the field and we can’t wait to get back out ourselves.
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-Zack
Most people don’t know when or where Montana Wild started making videos. Growing up Zack and myself were addicted to skiing, to say the least. We slowly started bringing along our parents camcorder and started putting together small ski edits, just for fun. After having a serious injury in 2008 (torn kidney & spleen), my outlook on my passion of skiing had shifted slightly. After the injury I found my new passions, hunting and fly fishing. It wasn’t until 2011 that I decided I wanted to get into filming and photographing our hunting and fly fishing escapades. Since making the switch from skiing to hunting and fly fishing, I have not had the chance to get back to the mountains and shred the slopes as I had just a few years ago. This past week I decided I was going to go skiing. I made plans, met up with my friend Justin and hit the road to Lost Trail, ready to take on my first day in 2013.
We arrived to a bluebird sky. Justin and I were excited we would have bomber weather for our Sunday funday. The snow looked fairly skied out, but I’ve been to Lost Trail enough to know there are still secret stashes of pow to be found on the mountain.
The first run I was a little rusty, but I could feel my legs quickly getting more comfortable skiing. It was time to search for the freshies. We headed to chair 4, where I was reminded how slow that lift is, but we eventually made it to the summit.
We skied the long route to one of my favorite runs, which will remain nameless. It features two large rock pillows, which can make for some endless air borne options. We lapped the run multiple times, not getting enough of the hidden powder run.
Justin decided he wanted to step aside and try his hand at taking some photos. We traversed to a little known cliff at Lost Trail, checked the setup, and sent it.
We had an amazing day. I was hoping for a deep pow day, but I can’t complain, sun, soft snow, and good friends are hard to beat. I find that there are too many hobbies that I truly enjoy in Montana. Montana is truly for badasses.
-Travis
December in Montana. The weather is unpredictable and many have put up the fly rods and rifles for the year. It’s a risk-reward time of the year when it comes down to fishing. Just catching fish is a success and often it’s just painfully slow on the water. With the rain steadily falling we threw the waders in the truck and met up with Anthony from the False Casts and Flat Tires crew and hit the road. Not surprisingly we were the first truck at the access. We figured most would settle for a beer and some football on a cold rainy day with the mercury hovering just above 40 degrees. Our plan was to settle for a beer and some streamers on a piece of water we hadn’t visited in a good 6 months. It only took about 5 minutes before Anthony decided to get the ball rolling.
We quickly moved upstream with eats in almost every hole. I quickly was on the board when a beautiful brown hammered my fly just feet from me as I was finishing my retrieve.
It was almost silly the streamer bite was so good. Any decent water seemed to hold a fiery brown willing to mount a vicious attack on any invader of its territory. Soon Anthony had another killer fish on. He had been holding in a very small sliver of water, and a precise cast fooled him.
We kept skipping past each other as we fished upstream. Soon Travis was hollering just upriver. I looked and saw the Echo doubled over. I quickly made it to him to help net his fish. After a few minutes it was apparent this wasn’t just any fish. This was a PIG! After a couple close calls I finally slipped the net under a rainbow that could be mistaken for one straight out of Alaska.
We snapped a few hero photos of this stud rainbow and then let him slink back to his lair.
After everyone’s success it was time to crack open a cold PBR and take it all in. Laughs were had all the way around. Despite the inclement weather it had easily turned into one of the best days on the water. We had been fortunate enough to catch one of those moments where the fish are just eating and it doesn’t matter what you put in front of their face. Unfortunately this brown wasn’t so fortunate. He had seen his last Montana summer and most likely had died of old age.
Again we kept the streamer train moving. After our early success we soon began to loose a little steam. Multiple eats resulted in near misses and the hook just didn’t set. The rain had subsided and the bite seemed to cool off. I was able to trick one last brown though.
He was a solid fighter as he took to the air 3 or 4 times before finally making it to the net. It’s always fun to see the differences between every brown trout. Some are bright and others more subdued in color. The size, shape and type of jaw always seem to vary and are one of my favorite species of trout to catch. It had been a stellar couple of hours, but all good things must come to an end. As we worked back down stream we were left with nary a bite. As quickly as it had started it had shut down. We hit the golden hour that day and all left with smiles on our faces. I want to thank Anthony for bringing his camera and snapping some killer photos. I’m sure we’ll be back on the water soon. If you haven’t fished in the winter before then get out and get after it! You don’t catch fish on the couch.
-Zack