Wac'em Broadheads- Gear Review

As far as I am concerned the Wac'em Triton broadheads are the best broadheads on the market today. There are a lot of broadhead companies that have tried to emulate what Wac’em has had figured out for years. They make a strong, dependable, hard hitting, razor sharp replaceable blade broadhead that flies just like a field tip.

I have had nothing but positive results both in the field and at the range while using the Wac’em Triton.

At the Range: During the off-season I like to practice with both field tips and broadheads. From my bow there is absolutely no adjustment between the two. The Tritons shoot the same as my field tips even at ranges out to 80 yards. Of course your bow needs to be properly tuned but the broadhead is more than capable of flying consistently. It is extremely nice not to have to worry about adjusting your sight to switch between broadheads and field tips.

In the Field: Field tip accuracy plays a big role in my success in the field. When I let an arrow loose I like to have confidence that it is going to hit where I was aiming. The solid cut-on-impact tip makes the broadhead hit hard and keep doing its job whether you hit bone or not. I have had the arrow make a complete pass through even after hitting both bones in the front shoulder. Good penetration on a marginal shot can be the difference between a quick recovery and possibly not finding the animal.

Porduct Specifications:
•1 1/32" Cut Diameter
•.027" Replaceable Blades
•100% Hardened Stainless Steel
•Cut on Impact Head Sharpens on Any Flat Stone
•Available in 80, 100, and 125 grain

Overall: I give the Wac'em Triton 100 grain broadheads a 5 out of 5 for their accuracy and durability in the field.

find them at http://www.wacemarchery.com/index.php

Same Great Blog New Site- Follow the Hunt

I have a new address for my blog! it is www.followthehunt.com I will still post to this blog but for the latest updates go to www.followthehunt.com
Thanks for reading,
Remi Warren

Nevada Desert Bighorn Sheep Hunt - Hunting a Monster Ram

A River Bottom Wall to Wall with Whitetail

Being a western hunter, spot and stalk is primarily the way I hunt. In all the hunts I have done, I have only taken animals from the ground. I was excited about this Wyoming hunt in particular because I really wanted to harvest a deer out of a tree stand.

I have hunted from tree stands before but to no avail, this is mostly caused by my inability to stay seated for long. The first whitetail I ever took with my bow I was actually sitting in a tree stand that morning but got bored and decided to climb down and stalk in on the deer. However, this hunt was going to be different and I relished the idea of letting the deer come to me for a change.

After packing up my gear I hopped in my truck and headed to Wyoming to hunt whitetails with Jim Gibbs on his Ranch north of Sheridan along the Powder River. When I arrived I could tell right away this was going to be an outstanding hunt because I passed close to 1000 deer feeding in the fields on the way to his house. The last hunters in camp had all seen monster bucks and taken bucks over 140 inches.

Talking with Jim I could tell that there was no lack of deer in the area. The deer herd had not had blue tongue for over 12 years because of the programs they use to control the gnats and mosquitoes in the river bottoms. The buck to doe ratio in the area is close to 1 to 1 and last winter they counted over 1000 whitetails in only a few miles of river bottom. To say the area is unbelievable is an understatement. It really is something you have to see.

Having very limited time to hunt (because I was trying to finish building a new hunting lodge in Montana before the season 3 weeks after the hunt) I decided I would take the first decent buck I could so long as it was bigger than any other whitetail I have take with my bow.

Within 15 minutes of sitting in the stand the deer were headed my way. Jim had their patters on lock down because it was like a caribou migration of whitetail underneath my stand. The deer were moving from the fields in the morning to their bedding area for the day.

At least 100 deer passed under me within bow range during the hour and a half I sat there. I let quite a few bucks walk wanting to see what was out there. I had some really nice bucks come by, but I really wanted to get the kill on video. It would take a buck in the right position with enough time to adjust everything for me to capture the hunt myself.

After watching deer after deer go by I peered around my tree to see a nice 4x4 coming in. He was standing behind the tree at the juncture of two trails, one leading to the side my camera was set up on. My heart was beating and I began to get excited. I decided if he came in on the camera side of the tree I would take the shot.

Sure enough the buck picked the right trail. He walked out and I got the camera on him. He was really close. He was about 15 yards and I was afraid that he would see me so I tried to keep my movement to a minimum. The sun was shining right on the cameras screen so I had trouble telling if he was in the frame or not.

Once I got the camera on the buck he began to lick himself. I used this opportunity to draw back. Just as I got settled in for the shot he began to walk. I moved the camera with my knee still at full draw hoping he was still in the frame.

The moment of truth was coming, the buck was about to move out of my shooting lane. I grunted and the buck stopped in his tracks. I focused in behind the shoulder and let the arrow fly.

The arrow hit the buck square behind the shoulder; the buck took a hop and then went right back to what he was doing. I couldn’t believe it, it looked like a perfect shot yet the deer acted like it had never been touched. The deer had no clue he was hit. I had heard about that before but I have never actually witnessed anything like it.

The deer continued milling around and browsing like nothing had happened. I was sweating bullets, I may have hit a hair high but not enough to not still be a vital shot. The deer continued on for what seemed like an eternity, then all of the sudden he started to lose his feet and dropped right in his tracks, seventy yards from my stand.

I gave him a few minutes before climbing down the tree and checking the buck out. It was a great deer, especially for only hunting one morning. I could not believe the number of deer I had seen that day.

The rest of the day Jim showed me around his property, we saw some killer bucks not to mention half a dozen antelope bucks within bow range of the truck.

The next morning I headed out, having to get back to my building project in Montana as soon as I could (with a couple hour archery antelope pit stop back in Montana of course). All in all I was gone only three days and had one of the best, most laid back trips I had ever taken. It was definitely a hunt I would recommend over and over.

One Hour Loper

While working on the new lodge day and night, we decided to take my dad over to his Antelope area for a quick hunt. My friend Tyler knew of a place to hunt so we loaded up the truck and headed over the pass. Just as we arrived to the area we spotted a great antelope buck. My dad moved in and took the shot. We were able to capture the hunt on video.

It could not have worked out any better, we were gone and back in about an hour with a trophy antelope in the back.

Wyoming Whitetail Helmet Cam

Here is a peak at my Wyoming whitetail hunt filmed through the helmet cam. Full storyand HD Quality video to come.

Antelope Hunt

After drawing a great antelope tag Jason was excited to head out to his antelope area. Planing on heading to Northern Nevada to help Ross Baker with his elk hunt, I did not think I would be going on Jason's antelope hunt. Getting a call from Ross that he had killed his bull the day I was heading out there meant that I would get to chase antelope with Jason.

By the time Jason got off of work, packed up, and was ready to go it was mid-night, but, we drove out anyway getting to the area just as the sun was coming up. We spent the morning scouting and found a big buck to go after on opening day.

The weather was extremely cold and we were fairly unprepared. It rained almost the whole day and the cold temperatures were unexpected for a August rifle hunt. Visibility was limited by the fog so we tried to get some sleep before the morning.

Opening day we were located where we had spotted the big buck from the night before. We located a shooter buck and moved in on him. We crawled close to a half of a mile over the hard rocky ground with very little cover. Unfortunately some wild horses got spooked by three coyotes scaring the antelope out of range.

Three hours and many miles later chasing the group from one side of the range to the other we were in position. we were out in the open laying down waiting for the big buck to work our way.

A half hour later the group had moved into 400 yards. Jason got steady and shot.

"you missed" I informed him.

Jason quickly reloaded and shot again. Another miss!

Disappointed we headed back to the truck for an evening hunt.

That evening we drove to another area in the unit. On the way a great buck jumped up by the truck and stood there broadside. It was definitely a shooter but Jason decided to pass, not wanting the experience of getting his antelope by road hunting he opted to let the buck go to see if he could get him later on foot.

Unfortunately the big buck gave us the slip and Jason began to second guess his decision.

Next day Jason missed yet another antelope which is not like him so he decided to shoot at some paper to make sure his gun was on. good thing he did because the gun was way off some how.

After switching to his backup gun he was ready to take a buck.

The next morning found Jason back where he passed the big buck from the road. Getting short on time he decided to go after one of the bucks he had passed up earlier.

After a 4 mile stalk and a long crawl Jason set up on the buck at 400 yards. He got steady and pulled the trigger, putting the antelope down.

Fall Issue of Real Hunting

Open publication

Trophy Mule Deer - Backcountry Double

Hunting in my home state of Nevada has always been one of my favorite hunts. It is the hunt that I look forward to most out of the year. I like it because it feels like true hunting more than anything else. Don’t get me wrong every trip I take feels like hunting, but being a full time hunting guide can sometimes make some hunting trips feel a lot like work, especially when you are hunting with someone else. That is primarily why I chose to guide away from my home in other states in the first place. To keep the one place where I grew up hunting with family and friends strictly that- the place where I hunt with family & friends. A place that I don’t have to share all of my secrets with others. This is not to say that I will never guide here, or that guiding is not one of my favorite things to do, because in reality there is nothing I enjoy more than sharing my knowledge and being a part of helping someone else experience the hunting trip of their lifetime, it is just saying that it is a special trip for me.

The hunt started out like many before. I arrived a few days before the season, set up our base camp and scouted the area. My brother Jason was going to arrive mid afternoon on the second day of the season so I had a day and a half to hunt on my own. Of course I wanted to fill my tag but not as badly as I wanted him to fill his tag. This was his second season bow hunting and I wanted him to take his first deer with a bow. He put in 15 hard days of hunting the year before but I was only able to hunt five days with him. This year I was going to be able to hunt until he tagged out or called it quits which ever came first.

Opening day found me perched up on one of my favorite vantage points thinking back to previous opening days; especially the one four years earlier when my bow string snapped right before sunup.

The day came and went with minimal excitement and no sightings of a shooter buck. The deer were different this year, they were off their normal patterns, the bucks were smaller and solo or with does, and the big bachelor groups of the past were nowhere to be found.

My brother Jason arrived the next afternoon and brought his luck with him. By the evening we had pulled off three stalks, one taking us to within 30 yards of two 160- 170 class bucks. As bowhunting often goes we were on the wrong side of the tree for a shot before the jig was up and the deer ran off.

The next five days were more of the same lots of glassing, long hot hikes and few deer. One of my favorite places to hunt was well in a wilderness area but we were waiting for my dad to show up before heading in because we knew how much he wanted to pack in with us. Our dad was only a day out so I made the executive decision to pack in early and set up a base camp to meet our dad at.

The plan was to bivouac hunt the backcountry for five or six days then resupply if needed. We loaded our packs for the trip and headed up the mountain by that evening – leaving a little later than we had planned.

With our packs loaded down we headed to where I had planned on camping. As we hiked up the mountain I looked up to my left and spotted a huge four-point and another smaller buck feeding.

“J- get down!” I whispered forcefully from the ground already lying on my side.

“There is a big buck off to our left”

He immediately dropped down and spotted the buck.

“Go get him, I have already had some stalks this trip” Jason whispered

“Are you sure?” I asked, already with my bow out and ready to stalk.

“yeah” he replied “hand me the tripod for the video camera so I can film from here.”

As I stalked up toward the buck I kept praying for the wind to shift. It was not optimal for the stalk but being so sporadic and having strong thermals in the area I continued up toward the deer. When I got about half-way to the deer I looked back toward Jason for some type of hand signal that they had not already run off. He gave me the thumbs up so I took out a helmet cam that our friend Ross Baker let us borrow and continued to stalk in.

I got close to where I last saw the buck feeding when I looked up and spotted a deer behind a tree at 40 yards, his head out of sight and only a small opening in the trees. It turned out to be the big buck so I stalked in to get a shot through the trees.

I got in to 32 yards of the deer where I thought I would have a clearer shot but just as I got ready to shoot, the buck started to walk out of my shooting lane. Every time the buck stopped his vitals were behind a tree. I took a step to readjust hoping to get a clear shot when I accidentally sent a small rock rolling down the steep mountain.

The bucks stopped, looked my way, and then began to leave. Not spooked, just walking, but not stopping.

The big buck moved off to the chute to my left yet, continued down almost toward me. When he disappeared I ran to where I could see over the rise, grunted to stop the bucks, drew back, and shot.

The big buck hunched up and continued walking off on his path. I went over and found my arrow. I held for a quartering away shot but had not accounted for the wind. By the looks of the arrow I had hit him farther back than I would have liked so I decided to give him the night and pick up the trail in the morning.

I worked my way back down to Jason. We gathered up our stuff and continued on to a flat spot to sleep for the night. We found a spot in the dark, pitched the tent in 35-45 mph winds and had a cookie boy cookie for dinner (which is an energy bar cookie).

I knew I would find the buck the next day but there is always that doubt in your head which makes sleep near impossible. Of course the ripping winds never help either.

The next morning found us glassing for my deer across the canyon. I spotted what looked like a downed buck but the wind was too strong to keep the spotting scope steady. I figured it was just a tree so I headed over to where I shot hoping to pick up the blood trail.

When I got to my arrow I put down my pack a started looking for blood. I picked up the trail about 75 yards away, where I last saw the buck. I went back to my pack and decided to glass for a minute first. Right after I sat down I picked out a huge buck 600 yards away. My first thought was that it was the buck that I had shot, still alive. I told Jason about the deer and he moved in with the spotting scope to see if it was my buck.

“Hey Rem, did your buck have a drop tine?” he asked

I knew the buck I shot at had a small extra point so I asked him what he meant by drop tine.

“A five inch drop tine off of is main beam” he replied exitedly “I think I know a drop tine when I see it”

About that time the buck turned and I could tell by the width that this was a different monster buck.

“That’s a different buck J” I said “you have to get on him.”

“I am nervous and shaking already” he said.

Knowing the feeling all too well I told him to just pick a single spot on the deer, focus in, look at nothing else and shoot. The same thing I have to tell myself every stalk to remember that I am not shooting at a big deer just a spot on a big deer.

We planned out a stalk together and he moved in as I spotted from across the canyon.

He moved into position quickly to take advantage of the deer feeding below a small ledge. As he stalked in about 30 yards away, the deer started to move off to Jason’s left as Jason moved to the right. I started to freak-out knowing that unless he moved left it would be over.

By this point I was standing up waving my arms frantically yelling for him to look at me for a hand signal, even though I knew that there was no way he would hear me at that distance. Somehow my message must have gone through because Jason moved off to his left just in time to catch the big buck at 30 yards below him.

Not having time to range him he drew back. I could see both him and the deer in the same frame of my binoculars. Jason held drawn back for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably more like a minute and a half, which is an eternity while at full draw.

The anticipation was terrible as I prayed for him to connect with the buck.

He shot and the buck bolted running at warp speed down the mountain. All I could see was blood pouring out behind the bucks shoulder. The buck disappeared out of my view but I knew he had a monster buck down.

I was more excited and nervous watching him than I was for my own deer because I wanted him to get that buck so bad.

Knowing his deer was down I picked up my blood trail while Jason followed his. About 45 minutes later I walked up on my buck, he was a huge 4x5 in full velvet. It was the greatest feeling knowing that my brother and I had taken two monster bucks in the backcountry together. There is nothing I enjoy more in this world than hunting with my family.

Jason had found his buck just before I packed mine down to where he was. His buck ran further than we had expected and left for a hard trail to follow because he was running so fast. His buck ended up crashing almost 3,000 feet below where he had shot from. His buck had cracked his main beam and broken its nose on the fall but everything was still attached.

By the time we finished quartering his buck our dad and his friend Pat Pinjuv were headed up the trail just in time to help us pack the rest of the deer back to the truck. It worked out perfectly. It was the perfect end to an unforgettable hunt.

As Jason put it, bowhunting is an emotional roller coaster; you are nervous, excited, freaked out, worried, shaking, happy, and focused all at the same time.

As bowhunters we know that roller coaster all too well- it is what keeps us up weeks before the hunt, fuels us during the hunt, and keeps us coming back for more year after year.

Sometimes things just work out better than you could have planned. I always have to stop and thank God for times like these not because we both harvested great bucks but because we have the opportunity to get out into his breathtaking country and pursue our passion.

- Remi Warren

MY ESSENTIAL GEAR: My favorite gear on the trip

Sight: Spot Hogg SDP http://www.spot-hogg.com/

Broadhead: 100 grain Wac’em Triton http://www.wacemarchery.com/

Favorite new pack food: Cookie Boy Cookies http://www.cookieboy.biz/

Helmet cam: GoPro HD hero - http://www.goprocamera.com/

Bow: Matthews LX

Arrow: Carbon Express 6075