Deer Stalking

An Epic Elk Hunt in Montana

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POI Facebook group member Samuel Syck has been busy so far this big game season. He and his son managed to take this fine specimen of a Montana mule deer in the youth season at a whopping 490 yards, then Sam's relentless focus was on the elk. Sam was looking for a nice bull elk, and in what seems to be a strange elk season in Montana, has not filled his tag. Like a good hunter he said 'There's always next season'. He shared with us instead a tale from 2 seasons ago where he harvested a fine bull elk with his custom .308.

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Sam's son with a nice 490 yard Montana mule deer

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This season's kit: Remington 700 action, single point trued, oversized recoil lug, bolt face opened to magnum and m16 extractor, #8 scope mount screws, bolt fluted and knob installed, proof research 24" 1:10, Bell and Carlson Alaskan stock fully aluminum block bedding, Timney 517 flat blade trigger, Harris bipod, Talley lightweight 34mm one piece base and rings, Vortex Razor HD gen ii 4.5-27x56mm scope. With a Yankee hill titanium phantom .30 cal suppressor. The ammo is also custom handloaded Hornady 200 grain eldx bullets, loaded to .015 of the lands. 2770 fps at the muzzle, .626 ballistic coefficient. Round does not go subsonic until almost 1500 yards.

Nice Bulll Elk

I had made three trips to my hunting area this season and had not found a single elk on public ground. SW Montana had an unusual cold snap, which sent the elk into wintering grounds and Yellowstone Nationl Park early. With only a week and two days left in season, I was starting to worry; I then I saw this bull a mile and a half walk from the truck with less than 45 minutes til dark.

I decided it might be the only chance I get. I took off running and no more than 100 yds from the truck my boot sole ripped half way off. Then I heard a shot, I thought (expletive) somebody just killed him. I decided I was already going to hate the walk out might as well check. I still managed to make myself run it in less than 25 minutes.

At first I could not find him,I started looking for the hunter's I assumed had beat me to him. Then he jumped up from under a tree and was headed uphill left to right, quartering away less than 50 yards. There were two spaces I would have a shot (less than ten yards each), I used the first to confirm he had browtines (hunting district regs), and aimed for the left side of the second.

As soon as he came into my scope I started tracking him and squeezed the X-mark trigger. BOOM! Looking through my Vortex HSLR at 4x I saw him collapse behind the tree on the right of the clearing. The 168 gr TAP AMAX had found it's home via the X-caliber.net 20" 1-10 twist barrel.

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I dressed him out and returned to the truck in the dark. Next morning I returned and de-boned and drug him out on a sled with the help of my cousin, who knowingly agreed to help. It was a great hunt and a season I'll remember forever. The range of emotions you feel in a short period of time, mixed with the great outdoors is only one of many reasons to live in the great state of MT. Thanks to Tim Syck for the help and for the pictures.

Sussex Doe Double - Evening Roe Deer Stalking

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Declan and Loz from the Point of Impact team are out on an evening roe doe stalk for meat on the second day of the season down in the South of England. We catch these two roe does as dusk is starting to set in and end up recovering one that ran on a little in almost dark. Two does are taken at around 185 yards with Declan's Browning X-Bolt .243 with a Schmidt & Bender Stratus 2.5-13x56 scope.

 

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Loz with his deer

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Declan with his

The First Muntjac - James Bianchi

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Ravens cawed loudly following the shot, which echoed around the small shave like rolling waves on the sea.  Clapping of dark wings, downdrafts sending scattering feathers airborn to aimlessly drift away.
 
Sliding back through the years I think my adoration for deer species was sparked primarily from my uncle. When I was young he was a game keeper in Hampshire, north of Andover on ground that fair heaved with Roe, Fallow and most interesting to me, Muntjac.  I grew up in deepest darkest East Kent which was very much devoid of deer so going up to work with Steve in the summer or go beating in the winter when I could was a revelation. It took weeks before my eyes became sharp enough to pick up the flag like tail of a Muntjac hammering across a ride, or barking from a rhododendron thicket. Soon though they all became very apparent and it was quite shocking how many there were in each small piece of wood, Shaw, hedge and cover strip.

Jamie's Last Chance Stag

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17th October 2015

 

Well this evening, I went out for a final chance on the last stag; I lay in wait, not much of a stalk but very exciting all the same. As dusk fell the stags were everywhere!! Its quite spooky lying in the deep heather with just your thoughts as company as darkness falls. The bellowing of stags in all directions, I had my eyes on one particular fella. He came down the hill and had settled in some rashes 300 yards away with his hinds. They eventually moved down the hill at a run to about 600 yards; 5 minutes passed and they came trotting back towards my right hand side down below where I was lying. Unfortunately they ran out of sight behind a hill about 180 yards below me, at this point a younger 6 pointer came down the hill at a full gallop!!! He was heading places he was. He came to a stop 120 yards away facing me straight on so I settled the cross hairs on his neck and squeezed the trigger followed by the suppressed boom of the 308.

 

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I clean missed and he took off with some speed under him ......LUCKY BOY!! as he ran down the hill he was met with the hinds I had just seen coming back into view. The shot had spooked them and they had done 180 deg turn and were coming back......closely followed by the target stag I had been watching. I roared at the stag and he stopped, looking up the hill in my direction. His curiosity was to much and he trotted towards me and stopped looking giving me just enough of a target at 150 yards. I fired again making sure not to miss this time and he dropped on the spot. A brilliant stag to take and an old fella to. Nice big head and heavy bodied. I collected him at first light and dressed him for the dealer, Its been a brilliant season on the stags.

 

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By Jamie Sawyer

 

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