Recent content by Matt_WY

Compound Bow

WY bull tag in 41 and cow tag in 58. No joy on pronghorn or deer. Not even my doe whitetail tags! Will be hunting mule deer on the general ticket.

I think you should decide the policy for your business based on what you feel is right for you. That said, I would personally not choose to hunt with an operator that required me to take the vaccine. Transparency and personal choice on both ends is most important to me.

Summary: You won't go wrong with Limcroma. Everything they did was top notch. Accommodations were excellent. Food was excellent. PH was excellent. Hunting areas were large and had a diversity of game. (Game is way more diverse that what I took, including: kudu, roan, eland, giraffe...

So clearly I had fun. I took all the animals on my list and spent days crawling around in the bush. Sara had fun too. She did get to pet the elephants. She didn't think that would ever be topped until she went to the predator park where there were baby lions to pet. She did an afternoon at...

The close-up experiences with animals you don’t take are sometimes just as special. Like watching this eland feed by within 15 yards. He never knew we were there.

We sit quietly under a tree. Warthog again, this time a male by himself. ‘He’s not big, but Lahki would like him for the pot’. The Valkyrie runs him through from 29 yards.

‘What do you want to go after?’ The inevitable question, and I had an answer: ‘Bushbuck.’ I wanted to see one of the little spiral-horned fighters up close and personal. I was told to be prepared to look for days and there was still a good chance we wouldn’t find one. Expectations set, we...

Crawling again, we start to get a better view of the herd of blesbok in the opening. We don’t have much cover anymore, just a thin, leafless bush. Sticks get set at bush-top height and we glass. ‘Wait for the white one to clear and take the brown one on the left.’ I rise to my knees and...

It had been a slow morning winding our way through the bush…trying to walk quietly on dry leaves and grass, push through thorn bushes, and work the wind as best we could. Finally, our patience and persistence were rewarded. We had eyed the lone bull as he entered a thicket. We couldn’t see...