Out on the last hunt this spring. I have to say I love what I do, hunting is a passion and any chance I get to either go hunting, talk about hunting or watch hunting I am all in. This is a way of life not just a "hobby". #springbear#kuiucanada#Tikat3#Hunter#consvervation
Here's one of the most beautiful bears I've ever had the pleasure of guiding / outfitting. 7 foot + mature color bears seem to be getting very hard to find these days as too many hunters don't give them the chance to mature by shooting them when they are far to young and small. Jim Burnworth was hunting with me in search of what he called a "dream bear",a mature colored boar,7'+,400+ pounds with over a 20" skull! That was a very tall order to fill but on day 2 of his hunt he was able to connect on such a beast. This was @jimburnworthofficial 1st color bear he had ever taken and a true trophy at that! We captured the taking of this giant all on professional video and the show was aired on @outdoorchanneltv.#bigtineadventures#kuiunation#kuiucanada#bearhunting#guidelife#beautyeh#bowtech
#BC resident and guide @troyhunts guided his client out of a cabin for most of the hunt until they spotted a band of rams. At the end of the day, they knew the only option was to spend the night on the mountain. Troy always carries the Storm Star on his saddle for these situations. At first light, Troy’s client was blessed with a beautiful bighorn and a dream come true. Congrats to you and your client Troy!
UNEARTHING MY HERITAGE— The idea of hunting first introduced itself when my grandfather passed; my dad half-heartedly asked me if I wanted his guns. They didn't think I would want them, but curiosity made me say, "sure." Growing up, I spent countless hours vacationing in Gramps' cabin on the Okanagan Lake unaware of the guns in my presence nor did any hint of my bloodline's colorful tale in British Columbia reveal itself.
Parents being parents they tried to hide my family history from me; they hated it. My maternal grandfather had his firearms concealed in a secret wooden panel closet underneath the basement stairway. I inherited a model 1894 Winchester manufactured in 1911 and two model 12-12 gauge, manufactured in the 1920's. Along with the fire-power, I received a stack of faded black and white photos of cousins, uncles, and Gramps, with shotguns slung over their shoulders, and proudly displaying their game they've worked all day to gather. While unearthing my heritage, I also discovered relations to the notorious Meti gang, Wild McLean Boys. Apparently, they were the original outlaws in the Okanagan and Nicola Valley area.
As a kid, I got angry at my parents if they killed as much as a fly. To be honest, I didn't think I wanted to; I wasn't sure I could, but then I had a taste of wild game for the first time. A friend had shot a Grouse while we were driving down an old logging road. Despite already having an enormous trucker sized breakfast, he had insisted right then and there on frying up the bird. My stomach, already filled to the brim, felt like it was going to explode. But upon his insistence I took my first bite, I not only greedily finished my portion of the rich dark-meat but tried to get at his share as well.
My mom was upset with me for a long time after I told her I wanted to hunt. It's still not something we talk about, but she eventually got over it. Most people think of hunters as these big bellied cigar smoking, whiskey drinking redneck men but I went to college for arts; I paint, draw and write. I find being in nature and patiently watching the wild to be incredibly therapeutic; it's helped a lot with stress. -Wade #huntingstories
MY FATHER — My father, oh boy... where do I start with this one.
He came off a boat from a communist country, a dual citizen of Canada and the United States, and lives in sunny California. A lover of consumerism, Trump supporter, and absolutely refuses to buy anything made in China. He’s stubborn, religious, old fashioned, and often questions my lifestyle choices. And can’t wait to hear about my newest venture: hunting.
But I’m his only child and therefore he is patient, kind, and always willing to listen to what I have to say. Despite our differences I give him the same kindness, unconditional love, and respect back; even though I don’t alway support what he believes in, I accept him as he is and alway try to understand his perspective of things. #huntingstories 👉🏼I wrote a true, tongue in cheek story on how my father eventually opened up to hunting linked in the bio. Father’s Day is a celebration but not always an easy day for everyone. And I hope the story encourages you to be more mindful, strive to move forward and focus on the good.
#Alberta resident Andrew Olsen has been chasing this deer for almost a decade. This year he ran our Guide DCS jacket, Chinook pants and layering system. “The time I have spent pursing this marvelous creature is some of the best I’ve spent in the deer woods! These northern bush bucks seem to adapt to any situation thrown their way, most of these deer die of old age or predators before a hunter ever sees them. But this year was not the case for “Ghost”. It was 9 years in the making, and a 11.5 year old deer, experience and wisdom were on his side, KUIU was on mine!
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If you want it bad enough.... you’ll make it happen!
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“I waited 14 years to pull this tag. A few years longer than I needed to for this zone, but every year the mountains would be calling and I’d put the tag off for another year. I guess good things come to those who wait.” - KUIU’s own @dallascota#KUIUNation#KUIU#KUIUCanada