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~The Keyah Grande Ranch~
One of Colorado's Most Beautiful Area In The State
In The Pagosa Springs Area
Bulls are in the 300 to 350 class
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Keyah Grande Hunts
~ One Of Colorado's Gems ~
MARAL(WAPITI-Elk) HUNT NEAR BAIKAL LAKE
MARAL(WAPITI-Elk) HUNT NEAR BAIKAL LAKE
Siberian gem - Baykal lake is famous for its beautiful nature. It's the deepest lake in the world with fresh water. In Siberian taiga of Pribaykalje you will see PLENTY OF MARAL, THE AREA HAS UNIQUE FEATURE: local Maral do not just respond to the guide's voice imitating Maral, but they GO TO THE HUNTER AT HIS TUBE CALL. All guides are excellent professionals in calling Maral to a hunter. Majority of hunters takes PERFECT TROPHIES scoring for SILVER AND GOLD MEDALS.
Hunt is conducted in low forested mountains. Transfer on hunt - by car, on horseback, on foot. You won't walk more than 2-5 km per day. Chances to get SEVERAL TROPHIES DURING ONE TRIP: maral, moose, bear, siberian roe-deer, sika, kabarga - are REAL CHANCES. Even elder hunters and ones who don't physically fit take home their trophies.
The air temperature during the hunting season:
September +10 - +20 C (+50 - +70 F)
October -10 - +10 C (+15 - +50 F)
There are NICE AND CARING people in the hunting area. Our English speaking INTERPRETER will meet you in Moscow airport AT CUSTOMS, accompany you on your trip and stays with you till your departure from Moscow airport. Local people are very kind and beautiful. Our two foreign hunters found their wives there. EXCELLENT SIGHTSEEING in Moscow and Irkutsk: THE KREMLIN, ARMOURY, THE BOLSHOY THEATER and many other well known Russian places of interest.The Baykal lake itself and its rivers are VERY RICH in fish. During your trip you can ENJOY FISHING (NO EXTRA CHARGE): taimen, Baykal sturgeon, graylings, Arctic cisco (Omul), pike, other fish.
GOOD BIRD HUNTS in fall. You can rent shotgun on spot.
PRICE: US per hunter, including all service Moscow/Moscow on base 1
hunter - 1 guide:
- airport service on arrival/depart in Moscow (international and national flights);
- auto transfers in Moscow from airports to hotels and return;
- booking of air tickets and hotel rooms for the tour;
- auto transfers in Irkutsk;
- full service on hunt on the base 1x1;
- jeep and horses during the hunt;
- guides, cook and helpers in camp;
- all documents needed for hunt;
- accommodation and meals in hunting camp;
- field trophy preparation;
- alcohol (limited quantity) and soft drinks.
price for non-hunter :
Group: 2-4 hunters
Hunting area : Siberia, Irkutsk area.
Hunting season: September, 10 - November, 10. (The mating period is from September,10 till October,10).
Tour duration: 9 days (Moscow/Moscow), 6 hunting days.
Transfer: From Moscow to Irkutsk by "Transaero" 5 hr non stop flight with "Boeing", then 400 km by car. It is possible to take helicopter for extra charge ($1.800-$2.500) to get to the camp - 1.5 hr.
Accommodation: in comfortable wooden houses with heating and sauna.
Guides are accommodated separately.
Hunting The Foothills Of Alberta
As the early morning mist starts to rise like a curtain is being raised at a movie theatre, slowly and steady, everything feels right. As every minute goes by, my mind starts to race with thoughts of seeing a Bull Elk appearing in front of me. This is what hunting is all about. No telephones ringing in the background, no airplanes taking off or landing, and most of all, nobody around to tell you what to do.
How I thank my parents for giving me life, to pursue the love of my dreams, to hunt and fish.
Making another call, that echoes down the valley, a bull elk to my right (upwind of where I sit), calls back. Without thinking about how big the bull is or how far he is away, I jump to my feet and head to a large spruce tree to take up a position to catch one of mother nature's majestic Big Game Animals off guard.
As I hide myself behind the tree, I nock an arrow and wait for the bull to show himself off. Looking and listening, my heart starts to pound with such force that I can feel every every beat as if a marching band is standing right over top of me. The sound is so loud that I cannot hear anything else. It is a feeling that makes me start to shake and shiver, as if it was -30 degrees below zero. Trying to regain my composure, the bull elk appears about 60 yards in front of me and my heart just stops ............Everything around me now comes to a complete stand still. My eyes gaze at this enormous animal that is standing there looking and listening for something to either appear or happen.
All of a sudden, another bull starts to call and this bull elk is directly behind me, approximately 100 yards back, or so I thought. The bull that is in front of me, starts to paw up the ground with such rage, that there was dirt, moss, and small tree branches flying in all directions. My first thoughts were, did I have a big enough arrow to harvest this huge bull without wounding it, or worst of all, make him even more angry, putting my own health at risk.
The bull finally stopped pawing the ground and started to urinate where he had just tore up the spot. I could smell this bull, so there was a slight breeze coming from the direction of where he was standing. No hunter could ask for a better position to be in, especially hunting with a bow. It finally dawned on me, that this Bull has a very symmetrical rack with 6 points on both sides and was fairly heavy at the bases. This was defiantly a real trophy animal that any hunter would be proud to harvest.
As I pondered with excitement what has happening in front of me, the second bull that was behind me, started calling again, and now I was in a dilemma. What was I going to do? I did not know how big the second bull was! Should I pursue the second bull or should I just be happy with what was in front of me? It was like being a kid in a candy store for the first time, trying to make a decision on which candy to try first. How many hunters have ever been in this situation? My knees started to shake again and my thought were starting to overwhelm me with anxiety and fear.
With a trophy bull elk stranding in front of me and another behind, I wanted both of them! What was I thinking? Was I being selfish or just arrogant? My mind was racing with emotions that I could not control, but then, I thought of my Dad, and he always told me on many occasions, "don't count all your chickens before they hatch". And I also thought about my mother, and she always said "If you don't try, you will never know what happens". So I looked towards the 1st bull to my right and then looked in the direction of the second that I had not seen yet, and did this several times. "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!?!?!?!" Anyone reading this may think that I had all the time in the world to choose or make up my mind but in reality, this merry-go-around only took approximately a minute to play out, even though reading this story may have felt like forever!
All of a sudden, the first bull that was standing in front of me, started to walk in the direction of the second bull, which meant, that I had to make up my mind immediately...and again I thought "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!?!?!?!". So I took a deep breath and made my decision to take the bull in front of me. I drew back my bow and waited for the bull to walk past me, to get a broadside shot off. As I waited, all of a sudden I saw something from the corner of my right eye and looked..........It was the other bull and he had a huge rack! Bigger and heavier than the 1st bull was! I started to shake again, and I shook so hard that the big bull saw me. I had been spotted, but I didn't know if the big bull knew what I was. Standing there looking at me and not moving, I was hoping that he wouldn't scent me. I slowly looked to see what the first bull was doing and he was also standing there motionless. But all of a sudden the second bull "barked", turned tail and took off. The first bull also turned and took off, but I did not believe that the first bull took off because of me, rather was spooked by the big bull's bark. How could this have happened this way? I now had no elk, no idea what to do, and I was now on my knees looking down at the ground in disgust. From being in a position any hunter would dream of being, to a situation that no hunter would ever want to be in. I felt sick to my stomach. It took me a half hour to regain my composure from this incident with these 2 bulls, but I decided to keep hunting since it was still fairly early in the day. I decided to follow the 1st bull because it didn't seem that he saw me before and simply ran off because of the bigger bull's bark. I walked through the bush for another 100 yards or so in the direction that the 1st bull went, and came across a meadow with a large wallow in the middle of it. This was another thing that few hunters have ever encountered, and I decided to set myself up here for the rest of the morning and try some more calling. Down wind from the wallow, I knocked my arrow, ready to try my luck, again. Was this a day that I would regret or a day that was chocked full of action and excitement? Thinking about the ordeal that I had just witnessed as I waited in my new spot, made me feel like a hunter that wanted more that one should ever ask for. This was definitely a learning experience that I would not forget.
I decided to make a few calls while I waited in this very unique spot. Just as I was finished blowing my call, a bull elk answered. The bull was off to the right of the wallow, but I didn't know just how far away. I made a second call to try and pinpoint the bull. HE ANSWERED AGAIN! It seemed that he was coming in to the call. I was ready and waiting when the bull walked into the opening to the left of the wallow, about 50 yards from where I was set up! As the bull kept coming in, he continued to bellow. One call after another, the bull was visible upset and looking for a fight! This was the break I needed to draw my bow back without being heard. This was the same bull that I had encountered earlier, but this time I would take no chances and take the shot as soon as he offered me a broadside shot. The bull was now only a mere 30 yards away when he swung himself broadside for my shot. Where I was waiting, I was a bit lower in elevation from the bull, and when I took my shot, the arrow was supposed to hit the elk in the heart and lung area, but he turned at the last second before the arrow hit home and it struck him right in the scrotum. Instead of continuing his hasty retreat to the trees and thick willows, he stopped and squatted. The bull was either in great pain or was paralyzed by the shot. Whatever it was, I knocked another arrow and shot again. This time hitting my mark right in the heart/lung area of this great bull. The elk swung around once more and stopped. He started to shake, and in about 10 seconds, fell to the ground. Knocking another arrow as I watched the bull's head swing back and forth a few more times and then rest his head on the ground signifying the end.
I started to approach the magnificent big game animal with caution, even though he lay there motionless. It's very important not to take any chances approaching a downed elk, for an animal of this magnitude could jump up and attack in self defense or run off. If you have never seen an elk run, they can move with such speed that a good quarter horse would have it's hands full trying to keep up.
Approaching the elk from behind, I watched for any movement from the elk. I stopped and watched for about a minute just to be on the safe side. There was no movement in the eye, so I took another arrow from my quiver, and poked the bull to make sure he was down for good. Without any movement what so ever, I could now start to celebrate while placing my hunting tag in the proper location as the law requires you to do once the animal is down. It was about 10 minutes after that, before I started to gut, cape and quarter the bull for the mile long trek to camp. I could not believe how big and heavy the antlers were, he was a really great bull!
2 hours had passed,............ before I was finished and readying for the trip back to camp. Two more hours and the elk was hanging in camp, safe and sound. I remember the first time that I had harvested an elk, and it took a day and a half to get the animal out and back to camp. So it was a real treat to load the elk onto a trike and carry the animal out without carrying it out on my back. When the sun was starting to drop below the horizon, I was sitting by the campfire pondering the events that had taken place with a huge smile on my face. I could not wait to tell my hunting buddies what had happened out hunting this day. I did not know if I had been real lucky that day (I was but you know the thoughts we all have) or if I had blown my chance missing a monster bull elk by not paying more attention to what was going on.
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