The night I punk’d Jana Waller and Julie McQueen

So it starts we were at the ATA show in Louisville. We had the first Tommy Hairtrigger dinner at the Bourbon Bistro… I with the help of Russ Meyer decided to make things uncomfortable.

First let me explain the crowd. We had Jana Waller, Julie McQueen, Daniel Martin, Jim Kinsey amongst others. I decided to pull a prank, and invite them to Amway with a on the ground level position. I could see Jana Waller eyeing up the door, it was hilarious.

 

Here is the video.

Tommy Hairtrigger New Mexico Elk 500 Yard Shot

 

While in Croatia for work, I received a text message from my miracle worker Russ Meyer from Outdoors International. It stated I needed to call him. This always brings a twinge of excitement; I always know something good comes from these calls.

I called Russ, and he stated he had a Christmas Present for me. He wanted to send me on an Elk hunt, of a new Outfitter they were bringing on. He wanted to get the clients perspective, of what this Outfitter had to offer. The only catch was it was happening in 6 days, and it was going to be professionally filmed.

This was going to be crazy, it was December 20th. I was in Croatia and lots had to happen to get this done. Of course I said Heck yes! Trying to set up logistics with cameraman, flights, outfitter and family from Eastern Europe was tough.

To add a complex amount of misery to the situation I threw my back out Christmas day shoveling snow. My good friend Dr Vranes came to my house and put me in after dinner, and the next morning before I left. So when you see the video and the back brace you’ll understand why I moved slowly.

I met the cameraman Bryce Hughes from OI, in the Albuquerque airport. He was awesome! He proved to be amazingly talented, insightful and wise for his age. In the end Bryce captured moments that will be dear to me forever. I want to thank him for this.

Cameraman and Friend Bryce Hughes Outdoors International

Cameraman and Friend Bryce Hughes Outdoors International

The hunt started at 5:00am on December 27th, not really till 6:00 am but I couldn’t sleep filled with excitement. Our Guides with New Mexico Trophy Outfitters were Matt, Frank & Roy. These guys were on top of it, they had great accommodations, great personalities and a handle on what the Elk were doing.

After a 30-minute drive we were at the Ranch where we would be hunting. This is where we met Roy, he already had Elk spotted and the chase was on. We found 8 cows and 3 bulls in a transition between the bed and feeding grounds. All three bulls were too small to take. This is when the fog moved in on us. We had to deal with 30-yard visibility until 11:00 am. This left us with about 5 hours of getting to know one another.

Matt Left, Tommy Hairtrigger & Roy Right

Matt Left, Tommy Hairtrigger & Roy Right

Frank had split off from the main group to go scout a different part of the ranch. While we were waiting for the fog to clear, we got a call. Frank had spotted some good bulls bedding down, and we were on our way.

Roy picked up Franks tracks and it wasn’t long before we found a few bulls. Then we saw my bull. He was 900 yards away, and the hunt was on. We covered the first 400 yards, through a couple of draws and then ran out of cover. If we made one more move we would be made. It was going to be a 500 yard shot or nothing.

The problem was I had no rest the angle across the valley didn’t allow for a prone position. I couldn’t stack backpacks high enough. We had to make a rest in a pinion pine tree, using a trekking pole. We got the cameras set up, and I took the shot. The first shot hit him in the boiler room causing him to fall and stand again. I shot the second time putting him down for good. This was amazing!

My gun rest

My gun rest

The valley blew up with Elk from their beds. It was a who’s who of how big these bulls were moving through the pinions. I only saw one bigger than mine. This means I will see him again during Archery season in 2015.

We covered the ground to the downed bull. This was the biggest Elk I had ever taken, later I would find he scored 326 green. He had amazing whale tails, G4’s and daggers that turned up. His mass was amazing! The coolest part was that his antlers weren’t broken from the rut. He was a big mature bull, and you know he fought hard for cows.

 

New Mexico Bull 326 Green

New Mexico Bull 326 Green

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Group Photo

Group Photo

We celebrated, quartered him up and packed him out. This was an awesome hunt and opportunity from Outdoors International. I promote Russ Meyer all the time but he is an amazing broker and hunter. Just the other day I heard some one refer to him as the Chuck Adams of Idaho. I believe it to be true.

Packing out the Bull (back was killing me).

Packing out the Bull (back was killing me).

Call or email Russ for your chance to get a big Santé Fe trail bull.

Tommy Hairtrigger Barren Ground Arctic Grizzly Bear

Grizzly hunting is 90% boredom from glassing, and 10% excitement from catching. Unless of course you are me, then it is the other way around.

Where do I even start? Since I was a little kid, my dream had always been to get a Grizzly Bear. Partially because I was so scared of them, and the other part in awe of their awesomeness. I use to have nightmares about them. It must have been all the television shows as a child.

I grew up in South East Idaho, about 90 minutes from Yellowstone National Park. I did lots of hunting and never saw a Grizzly in real life, but you always saw signs of them. That fear always stuck in my mind, it quieted down as an adult. It hibernated I guess you could say.

About 2-years ago I got the itch to get it done, face my fear and hunt Grizzlies. I had listened to the story of how Sue Aiken’s was attacked and her heroine deeds to survive. It awoke that feeling of fear for them I had in me. I made reservations with my miracle worker Russ Meyer from Outdoors International. Set the calendar dreamed about the hunt, while watching the days click away.

I have never hunted Alaska; I’ve watched a million shows on it. I can promise you one thing though; it is bigger and better than you can dream! This to me was way more than just a hunt for memories; it wasn’t a bucket list task either. It was a reckoning, a cleansing of the soul. Yep you guessed it 40 is around the corner, and the Pearly gates are closer than yesterday.

I traveled to Fairbanks a few days early, I wanted to take it all in. I visited the sites, and could not wait to hit the bush. Every thing was a fun new experience; I took a Cessna plane from Fairbanks to Anatuvik Pass. I was lucky enough to get to ride shotgun. It was beautiful flying through the mountain passes. The pilot showed me all the great landmarks on the way. The Yukon River is massive! It was a slithering serpent following the landscape, full of secrets and dreams.

Nothing prepared me for my guide, nothing I tell you. I must have looked like I just got off the boat, full of smiles and dreams. The only thing he saw was my large pelican gun case. He was full of sentence enhancing words, explaining the woes of owning a bush plane and having idiots like me show up with gigantic hard cases. I thought man this is going to be cool, it is the real deal. After he calmed down and my gun case fit in the plane, we shook hands and got in the plane.

His bush plane is so cool. It is one of the few Super Cubs with side by side seating. I got to watch him work the controls, and was amazed how it just took off. Anatuvik was in the rear view, and the South Brooks range opened up and swallowed us whole. After about a 50-minute flight we touched down at the main base camp. We landed on a homemade runway, with only a small fuel shed by the runway. I would be lying if I didn’t say I was confused. I thought this is base camp and it is a fuel depot, where do they store the food and the people?

A small trail led from the fuel depot, towards the river. Elevation dropped quickly and a really cool cabin emerged hidden in a cut-bank at the bend in the River. This place was out of a Louis Lamoure novel. First act of business was to hide the large gun case from the outfitter. It had been brought up more than once, and I had only met the guy an hour ago.

 

Hidden Base Camp

Hidden Base Camp

Camp was actually very busy; we had guides and clients moving camps and new ones arriving. They were in gathering supplies, filling up rafts with air the anticipation of Christmas never held this much excitement. The outfitter came in, finished up some paper work with me then left to get my guide. At this point the camp cook made some sandwiches explained where everything was. My guide Rick Hoskins came in introduced himself and then we loaded up the plane and left for the hunting grounds.

The plane ride was only 15 minutes from base camp. The plane was unloaded and camp was set up. The Outfitter took off and left us to the Tundra. I cant tell you how cool Rick is, I will tell you this much he is my guide for life. No more had everything settled down and things got interesting. About 900 yards away, a bear appeared headed our direction. I must tell you I was nervous and excited all at the same time. Here is the problem though. Alaska has a no hunt and fly rule, unless the Bear walked into camp took my wife, burned my bible and shot my dog I just had to watch it till tomorrow. That is exactly what we did till the sun went down. The Bear had crossed the river and moved into a bowl about one half mile from us.

First night Grizzly through spotting scope

First night Grizzly through spotting scope

Of course we beat the sun up, had coffee and waited in anticipation for some light. The sun peeked out and the guide spotted the Grizzly from the vestibule. Sandwiches were made, packs put on and my hunt officially got started. We crossed the river by camp, peeked up over the bank started to make plans. The thing about making plans is something else always unmakes your plans.

Another Grizzly appeared about 800 yards away, and was feeding towards the other Grizzly. Two bears I just doubled my chances in getting one. We started to make our stalk and had cut the distance in half when the bears realized each other was there. That my friends become a problem. The Barren Ground Arctic Grizzly Bear is a beautiful animal. They aren’t as large as their coastal brethren, the feeding season is shorter and diet is less caloric fueled. Lets put it this way, those Bears scrap for every morsel they get.

The larger of the two Bears decided he wasn’t sharing. He made the move towards the smaller Bear to drive it away. It started with a trot, and then moved into a lope, headed directly towards yours truly. At one point I had two Grizzlies filling my Swarovski about three hundred yards away. I told the guide they are going to run us over. He said don’t worry this is awesome! I agreed this is awesome, but for first timers it is also quite nerve racking. The bears changed course and kept covering country. We headed back to the river, went downstream following them. Along the way finding quite a few holes taller then our hip boots. After covering a couple of miles we emerged to see the two bears 3 miles further away, and still chasing each other.

At this point cold wet and talking to ourselves, we decided to go back to camp, eat change and head to higher elevation. Once back at camp some fog moved in kept us a few hours longer than planned. By about two in the afternoon, visibility returned and we started heading for high ground.

I was asking Rick questions about the Bears habits and nature. One question was in this Barren landscape where do the bears bed up. About the quarter of the way up the mountain we were climbing, he said in bushes just like that one. That bush was only about 200 yards away from us; Rick was about 10 – 20 step in front of me walking. No more had he said they sleep in bushes, he hit the ground because a bear just walked from that bush. You can’t make this stuff up folks. He pointed at a bush and Bears appear.

I dropped my pack walked up to Rick quickly placed my gun on some shooting sticks, and got a big scope full of tundra. I had to stand up to see the bear, as the elevation was enough I couldn’t use the sticks. As soon as I stood up the bear bolted. I thought hmmm this sucks; I am not shooting at a running bear and that is all I have seen. The bear stopped and looked back to see what it ran from. This was its fatal undoing.

I placed the cross hairs on the bear’s vitals, squeezed the trigger and it went down. From 154 yards, I had fulfilled a dream. My legs were like J-E-L-L-O walking to the bear. It was the most beautiful animal I had ever seen. It was also the most horrible smelling animal I had smelt. Next to the bush it had been sleeping at, was a cache of its food. Which just happening to be a rotting bear and it was quite ripe. My guide and I took pictures and tried to hold smiles instead of our noses.

Grizzly 2014 Tommy Hairtrigger

Grizzly 2014 Tommy Hairtrigger

After skinning the bear, loading and packing it back to camp it really sunk in. I said a prayer and thanked him, for my life this opportunity and all he has given us. I want to encourage you all to make a trip to the tundra. It doesn’t matter if it is for hunting or not, it is truly one of the last few places in the world were clarity comes into focus and you can find yourself.

Author with Grizzly Bear

Author with Grizzly Bear

Infamous Gun Case

Infamous Gun Case

Tommy Hairtrigger Russ, Rhino’s and Raccoons Oh My!

Your probably looking at the title scratching your head, and wondering about my mental health status. Before you have me committed to Edgar Allen Poe’s Stone Hurst Asylum, let me explain.

I had the opportunity to hunt Texas with my good friend Russ Meyer from OI. He is all that and a sack of chips when it comes to hunting and he is an authoritative Grand Poobah on anything Archery. Russ is just flat cool to hang with also. It was an amazing trip fueled by laughter and the making of a new friend Darryl Worley along the way. It is funny what conversations can start with what camo pattern you wear on a plane. Let me tell you Daryl Worley is a man strong in his convictions as a Christian, Country Legend, Father and Hunter. He is also just a flat awesome guy to chat with.

Left to Right Tommy Hairtrigger, Darryl Worley & Russ Meyer

Left to Right
Tommy Hairtrigger, Darryl Worley & Russ Meyer

Thats right back to the title of the blog. You have met Russ Meyer now, let me explain the Rhino factor. I had never shot a whitetail before in my life. Living in the Western states, we have pockets of them but its always been Mule Deer I have hunted. I had just purchased a new Mathews Creed and wanted to do a little mammal ventilation with it. Russ had just picked up a new outfitter called Rhino Outdoor Adventures in Leakey Texas.  It is owned by Ryan “RHINO” Haecker, and  true to the name he is a big dude. You automatically think the nickname came from his size, after further interrogation of the nickname I found it was not. See when Ryan was in College he was a bar tender, he used to make a drink called the “Ryan No”. Usually because people couldn’t handle to many of them. When he would ask them if they wanted another they would say Ryan no.  It sounded like Rhino so it stuck. Rhino is a great host and his property the Heacker Safari Ranch has been seen on multiple hunting shows. Mainly “Outdoors with Bob Coker”, and the infamous fist fight with Dayna Masters.

The ranch was set up to hunt everything from free ranging Exotics and Whitetails, to feral hogs and yes Raccoons. Outside of the High Fences the Whitetails were not huge by any stretch of the imagination, so I decided I would tag out quick. I was going to get the first whitetail that came along and focus on either exotics or feral Hogs. I sat in a brush blind on heavily used trail the first night out. I had a small button buck walk 22 yards away. It was a double lung from the Mathews and it was BBD “Baby Buck Down”, with in 40 yards. The Mathews Creed had performed flawlessly, and the G5’s did the trick also.  Wow I just realized I shot my first whitetail and I did it with a bow. That was pretty cool, even though he was small he tasted amazing!

Tommy Hairtrigger November 18, 2014 Mathews Creed, RHINO Outdoor Adventures

Tommy Hairtrigger November 18, 2014
Mathews Creed, RHINO Outdoor Adventures

The focus now was on a Black Buck, I thought they were amazing animals. Black Buck pedestal mount is what I was thinking.  I worked out a deal with Rhino on the trophy fees, and we set out looking for my black buck. Guess what they never arrived, never saw any I guess that is why they call it hunting. We saw Whitetail, and other animals but no Black Buck. Then it sounded like the ground was coming apart, as a small herd of Oryx Scimitar antelope came in to water. I saw the markings of the body, and the horns and it was a done deal.

I was in a brush blind 24 yards aways. I had weary Whitetails to my left in my peripheral vision. I had 8 Scimitars in front of me, and it took about 1 minute per inch till full draw. I put the pin right where I wanted my arrow to go, and BAM! The Scimitar hit the ground, I was about 2 inches high and had Spine’d it. Rhino told me it was the first Oryx Scimitar Bow Kill ever on the ranch. We left the blind and I sunk a second arrow into the boiler room. I had a great trophy.

Oryx Scimitar November 19, 2014 Rhino Outdoor Adventures

Oryx Scimitar November 19, 2014 Rhino Outdoor Adventures

This is where our Friends Mr Raccoon comes into play. After Dinner Russ and I were not tired, so we thought we would stay up listening for pigs. After freezing for a while at least I was, we called it a night. That was until we saw a pair of eyes staring from a big Oak Tree. Hmmmm this sounded much funner than having a bed time. We put the worlds worst stalk on the tree, talking and laughing because he wasn’t going anywhere. Russ hit him with the green light, I used my Black Diamond head lamp to light my pins and I let and arrow fly. I wasn’t sure if I hit him or not, I thought I could hear him peeing though. I told Russ to watch out he was urinating, he laughed and said I’m pretty sure it was blood.

I couldn’t believe it, I had hit him and he was still in the Tree. I knocked another arrow and let it go, the same sound again and Russ started laughing. He said hey Tommy I think he is peeing again. This started the uncontrollable laughing, which went to a new level when the Raccoon fell out of the tree 5 seconds later.

It was time for Photos… We propped him up in different ways, and got low angles on the camera. I think we were trying to make him look more like a Wolverine than a Raccoon. It is those times in the field with good friends that life long laughing memories are made.  I want to thank Russ for the hunt, Rhino for the opportunities and yes the Raccoon for making the whole trip. Thanks for reading my blog, and sharing this time with me. By the way I could not have missed with my Mathews Creed if I would have tried on that trip.

Rhino Raccoon Adventures Mathews Creed

Rhino Raccoon Adventures Mathews Creed

Wolverine Raccoon Ha Ha Mathews Creed

Wolverine Raccoon Ha Ha Mathews Creed

To learn more about Rhino Outdoor Adventures email Russ Meyer at Russ@gothunts.com he can tell you what he shot while at Rhino’s.

To learn more about Russ Meyer and Team Outdoor International watch the video below.

Exclaimer:

I was not asked to or paid to write this blog. This is my heart felt truth and experiences. Please be safe in the field and take a kid hunting.

Tommy Hairtrigger British Columbia Bruins

British Columbia Bruins

When I had the opportunity to hunt with Primitive Outfitters, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew that BC had great bears, great food and beautiful scenery. I took this hunt as a shakedown to prepare myself and test run all my gear for a Grizzly hunt in Alaska this fall. The price was exceptional and after talking with my booking agent and the guide, it just felt right.

I flew in to Prince George on a Saturday and stayed at the local Sheraton. Which had a fantastic Vietnamese restaurant next to it. If you stay at the Sheraton you should definitely try it.

The Guide Jeff Lander picked me at checkout time Sunday. We took the 50-minute drive to his property, and met one of his guides Gary Hillshire. Jeff is all about making you feel at home, his property is beautiful and the accommodations is great for a basic guide camp. I was the first one hear so I got to chose the bunk with a private room. Since my hunt didn’t official start till Monday, Jeff offered me a second bear tag and an opportunity to hunt that night with Gary after lunch.

Sleeping Quarters

Sleeping Quarters

Bunk

Bunk

The first nights hunt proved to be exciting but no sighting of a bear. People started to filter into camp, and the first thing I noticed was all the people we’re good, fun people. The next day started out with Breakfast around 8:30 and some nap time followed. The way the hunts work at Primitive are mainly evening hunts when the bears are active. It is a spot and stalk, along with some sitting in good transition areas. That night we started seeing bears, no shooters but it was amazing to see so many Grizzlies! It was my first time seeing Grizzly bears in the wild, and we were lucky enough to see a Boar and Sow together.

That night we had a great dinner, some drinks and big bon fire. People really started to open up, and it was just a fun exiting time. A lot of laughter and we stayed up till 1:00 AM listening to heroic deeds from Gary Hilshire. Gary is about as Canadian as they come “EH”. He is a super great guide and works really hard for you the client.

The next morning it was breakfast and then Gary grabbed me and said lets go for a ride. The train tracks run through the guide property, he had pre-selected spots that he could jump out of the truck and check the tracks for Bears.

On the big bend in the tracks he came back to the Truck and told me he had spotted a good bear feeding about 400 Meters away. We got every thing ready and started our stalk towards the bear. You never realize how hard it is to walk quietly until you try it. I thought I was quiet as a Ninja, until Gary kept telling me to shush. He must have heard my heart pounding.

We stalked till we were about 70 Meters away. I was shooting from a set of sticks that Gary brought with him. I put the scope on the bear, and then it happened. I missed at 70 Meters. How I don’t know, well that’s not true I do know. I rushed the shot, since I was filled with adrenaline and excitement. The Bear ran off unscathed…

While apologizing for being the worst Bear hunting client ever, a funny thing happened. The Bear walked back out, Gary later told me the Bear heard how distraught I was and gave his life to make me feel better. If you haven’t noticed Gary is a big jokester.

When the Bear walked out he was still only 70 Meters away. This time I made it count. One round in the boiler room and he only went 20 Meters. We celebrated and Gary took real good care of the hide for me.

British Columbia Bruin and Author

British Columbia Bruin and Author

We celebrated around camp that night, and made a lot of fun of how the Bear felt bad for me. This hunt was great; I am taking my Son with me next year for sure. You should definitely do this hunt, as it is a lot of fun. You’ll never meet better people for sure.

Exclaimer:

I was not asked to or paid to write this blog. This is my heart felt truth and experiences. Please be safe in the field and take a kid hunting.

 

Tommy Hairtrigger thoughts on the paradigm shift

10 years ago, I scoffed at all the hunting shows using guides. I thought real hunters scout the area, put in the hours and do the work. That is what I was doing and I was being successful in a harvest. I was naïve and short sighted to say it politely to myself.

At the time I wasn’t knee deep in a successful career, and children. Time becomes anything but a commodity. Thank God for an understanding and beautiful wife also. Your decision of how, where and when to hunt became a factor to me.

These days my goals have changed in hunting, the types of animals I want to hunt have also changed. Growing up in Idaho we have it all, it is a sportsman’s paradise. Since High School I’ve lived all over settling in Utah, it too has all the sportsman’s paradise has to offer.

2 years ago I decided I could manage taking a week of for hunting. I thought the easiest thing to do, would have a guided hunt in Idaho and take some friends. The website of the outfitter looked grandiose! How could we fail with their knowledge and according to them big Mulies behind every tree. I thought how could we fail, we could all shoot, and they were confident in the animals.

This is about the time I should have reminded myself it is called hunting, not catching. I had a few calls with the outfitter, and the dude was flat cool! It was like I found my big brother I never had. Money was sent, dates were picked and the next 6 months I found myself day dreaming of the 180+ class Mule Deer all over their website.

To put it simply, being in the train wreck that people cant look away from, would have been better than our hunt. You know the 100 questions you should ask an outfitter that has nothing to do with animals? I forgot to ask those, ones and the Devils in the details.

Three weeks before the hunt the guide went MIA. I told myself its okay he is in the field and not to stress. We drove to the agreed town and spent the next 24-hours trying to find where to meet and our guide. Finally a call came in, and he was amazed to that we didn’t have that information. Then he apologized as he realized he forgot to send it.

He had to run to a city 3-hours away, and asked us to wait for him to get back. He said even though we paid for licenses and tags, he had forgot to pick them up. If we could grab them he would pay us back. After multiple trips to the ATM because Idaho fish and game Kiosks don’t take credit cards we were set.

Red flags were everywhere, but excitement blurred them and we choked it up to, the guy was just busy. Looking back I should have just gone home then. The camp was filled with temporary guides as he couldn’t fill his staff. Definition of “Temporary” is local guys unemployed who hunt. The Outfitter recently divorced was never around as he was in full rut at the bar. When the Outfitter wasn’t in camp the Temporary guides drank beer saying todays not a good day for hunting. Needless to say our success was low, a nice way of saying it sucked and no one got anything, or saw anything.

I thought this was the end of using an Outfitter. That was till I got an itch to get a Barren Ground Arctic Grizzly Bear. I started my search of reading blogs, customer testimonials, and window-shopping prices. Its funny my voice must sound like chopped liver, out of 30+ phone calls I got one back.

I had called a guy named Russ Meyer of Outdoors International. I left him a voice mail, and Ill be a sun of a gun he called me back. He explained his situation; he was hunt broker (I thought yep meaning it costs me more and you don’t care about my success). Dang was I WRONG!

Russ is an extremely accomplished hunter, shooter, husband and father. I call him my miracle worker. See Russ didn’t give me the used car list of hunts he had available. He asked me what I wanted, how I wanted to hunt it, my budget and when I wanted to go. In fact we talked off and on for a year while I figured out what my goals truly were.

The cool thing was I learned it cost me the same if I used him or not. Friends told me to call the outfitter direct and get the Brokers discount reduced. I didn’t Russ had become my friend, I could call this guy and ask him hunting or shooting questions. I finally decided on a hunt. I got the contract from Outdoors International through Russ.

I decided though before I sign and send a hefty check I am going to meet this guy. I called him explained my feelings of the last hunt I went on. He said come out and meet the whole team. I did just that. I met them for breakfast, they picked me up from my hotel and we finally shook hands. Guess what, Russ was the same as he was on the phone. It was one of the best two hours of my life.

Needless to say I went on the hunt, it was everything I hoped it would be. I harvested a beautiful blonde Grizzly, and made life long friends.

Grizzly 2014 Tommy Hairtrigger

Grizzly 2014 Tommy Hairtrigger

The paradigm shift of using a broker was my best decision ever. I have used them three times now, and all hunts have been great. I did do one hunt not using them though, and guess what TRAINWRECK!

Now a lot of Outfitters will not say to use a broker. I did some research with outfitters on why they feel like this. The consensus boiled down to, some brokers are weekend warriors. They simply work the outfitters for free hunts to “market” them. Then they never send them clients. I can promise my miracle worker will never do that. Russ is more than a broker; he becomes your friend, confident and protector. I would encourage you to make the Paradigm shift. Contact Russ at russ@gothunts.com or go to www.Outdoors-international.com

Grizzly August 23rd, 2014 Tommy Hairtrigger

Grizzly August 23rd, 2014 Tommy Hairtrigger

Exclaimer:

I was not asked to or paid to write this blog. This is my heart felt truth and experiences. Please be safe in the field and take a kid hunting.