Nov 2

Another opening day of antelope season was upon us.  This is year two of the party pass that we put in for around central Montana.  There is a great group of guys that get together every year and head to chase the speed goats.  Sam Kuehn, Robb Latrielle, and Robby Farnes came and picked me up the Friday before opening day to make the long journey halfway across the state.  Each year we stop at a bar for a bite to eat and some drinks.  This is where we draw straws to see the order of who’s going to miss first.  The next day we went to scout and talk to the ranchers that we had permission on the year before.  Everything was a go and we were ready for opening day.  That morning we found the antelope on one of the ranches we could hunt.  Sam Kuehn was the lucky winner of the first miss.  It was a far shot and Sam was able to scare the antelope over the ridge for a better stock.  Robb and Sam made the hike over the ridge where they were able to make the stock on two seperate bucks.  Robb shot the first one followed by Sam not too long after.  To this day no one knows how many shots they took but it sounded like a war zone.  Robby and I went to the back side of the ranch to see if we could find another group while Sam and Robb drug theirs down to the road.  Robby and I luckily found a group running right for us on the back side of where the other two antelope were shot.  They were on a dead sprint right at us and I took a couple of shots (by a couple I mean maybe 2-5).  I missed due to Robby distracting me behind my back laughing.  We went over the next ridge where the antelope had stopped.  I had a shot at a buck at about 150 yards, but I felt bad that Robby hadn’t had any shots yet and I need to cool my barrel down.  Robby made a great shot on a buck and dropped it.  After meeting up with everybody and getting the antelope in the back of the truck we went out looking for my buck.  As we drove out we spotted a buck on public land that had been hammered with no luck by other hunters that morning.  We couldn’t believe there was one standing out in the field.  Robb headed out on the sneak with me and gave me the yardage with his rangefinder.  I kneeled down and dropped the buck in its tracks at 250 yards.  Those guys called it luck but I let them know that I was missing the other antelope on purpose.  I wanted to fill my tag on public land.  I told them that private land was just too easy and I wanted a challenge (even though I was lying through my teeth).  After a few good laughs and some bashing on each other we headed to town to celebrate a good day in the field.  Another great hunt with not so great hunting partners!

Casey Scott

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Nov 2
Good Luck Gary
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My buddy Gary Stark called me Sunday night to see if I wanted to go for a Tuesday all day hunt.  This was the first week of big game rifle season and I happened to have the day off.  We decided to meet at the gas station that morning and Gary jumped in my truck to go chase whitetail and elk.  We arrived at our hunting spot about fifteen minutes before shooting light.  After getting all of our stuff ready Gary and I talked about the game plan.  You need to understand that Gary is a good luck charm.  Everytime he goes with somebody they end up filling their tag.  Gary on the other hand only seems to give luck and not get it.  He is a good sport and a great pack mule.  I told Gary that he could shoot the first buck we saw that day (or should I say shoot at the first buck we saw).  So Gary and I walk down an old logging road at first light with snow lightly falling down.  We were about thirty minutes into the hunt when I happend to look up and see a nice whitetail buck cresting the ridge.  It looked like a picture you would see on the front page of a hunting magazine.  I raised my gun up and told Gary about the buck.  He was unable to locate the buck and whispered that he couldn’t see it.  As Gary spit the words can’t see it out of his mouth I squeezed the trigger.  The buck was about 250 yards up the ridge and I could see him stumble away after I shot.  After a few choice words from Gary that were directed towards me we started laughing.  Is this really happening to Gary again?  All I could think is thank god I brought my good luck charm with me.  We walked up to where I had shot the buck and found good blood.  Gary and I tracked him through a light skiff of snow and there he layed about twenty feet from where I shot him.  After giving each other high fives and Gary relaying a few more choice words to me we took some pictures and cleaned the buck out.  We drug him down to the logging road below us and I told gary that I would head back to the truck and get the game cart.  We made a plan for Gary to continue hunting since I could drag the buck out myself with the cart.  I had the deer back to the truck about an hour and a half later where I met Gary who of course didn’t have any luck.  This was a very memorable hunt and now I have the rest of the season to remove the black cloud from over Gary’s head and try to get him a buck.
Casey Scott


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Jun 10

The day was Sunday October 30, a day that was fairly early in the Montana rifle hunting season.  My dad brother and I headed out to our hunting spot that we have hunted at for about 15 years now, well for me 15 years my dad who knows how long.  The day started out how most days do get to the bottom of the mountain we call it the canyon, unload the four wheelers, get ready and head up the canyon road for about a 15 minute ride.  We have a routine that we typically do once we get to the top of the mountain, my dad heads up one road and my brother and I head to the other side of the ridge and head down a different road.  We had hunted the area hard that morning with no luck, we saw a few deer no shooter bucks and no elk to be found. We decided to head to the truck about noon, and I had decided that I was going to walk this gated road out then down the backside of the mountain down to the truck instead of riding down the canyon.    I am about 20 min in to the hike when I reach the end of the road and I need to start heading down the backside of the mountain. I start heading down taking the route that I take every time (Lots of good glassing points and good feeding areas ect.) and I start hearing something below me about 100 yards or so. I must have walked about another 50 yards when I looked down and saw this rag horn bull feeding broadside about 75 yards below me. About that time he noticed me coming as well took a couple of steps forward leaving me with only a shot at the front shoulder area forward.  So I then took the shot smoking him right in the front shoulder, he jumped then took off in the direction that the truck was parked.  I waited a couple of min then I started to track him.  Unfortunately there was no snow and not a good blood trail, so it made it a little bit difficult. I tracked him for about a half an hour before I jumped him out of his bed, he started to take of directly away from me when I put the final touches on him with one in the back of the neck.  After field dressing him I was walking back to the truck when I found a pair of sheds that were later scored in the 360 range, which made it a great way to cap off a great day.  We were able to get the four wheelers to it and get it out whole.  Enjoy the pictures.   See  you in September!

Tanner Kahler

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May 28

Antelope hunt 2008

Hi my name is Robb Latrielle and the following is a blog about our antelope hunting trip last fall.  Last year about this time Myself Robby Farnes and Casey Scott decided to put in for a party tag to hunt antelope near my uncle’s ranch in Lewistown.  A couple months later we got the news we were waiting for, we got the tags.  After talking to my uncle we quickly decide that opening weekend would be our best bet to bag three bucks.  Fast forward to the second week in Oct, we were a week from heading east to our hunting spot near Lewistown and my brother Sam Kuehn who hasn’t really hunted since his early teens started to show interest in going.  The only problem was he had just bought a Bushmaster AR .223 and was itching to shoot something. Never the less we decided to let him tag along, after all as you will see from the pictures he is good for more than a few laughs.  Because he didn’t draw a tag he would buy an over the counter doe tag.  Two days before the opening of the season we headed east only making it about 50 miles before we thought we better stop and have a Trixy burger and a couple of beers (thanks for driving Robby).  We somehow managed to turn a 3 and a half hour drive into 5 and a half but we finally got to my sister’s house about midnight.  The next morning with our heads still a little foggy from the 300 mile bar hopping session we pulled it together and headed out to scout the area we drew the tags for.  Thanks to my uncle Marty who gave us a book that showed us who owned what land in our hunting district we found our way around pretty easy.  We had no problem finding antelope, they were everywhere like we anticipate seeing how they haven’t been shot at in a year.  We watched the biggest antelope any of us had ever seen for about 20 min at about 75 yards.  One day too early.  Feeling confident we knew where to find the antelope the next morning we headed back to Lewistown for the night.  That night an early season storm blew in and we woke up to about 6 inches of fresh snow on the ground, hoping this would change the pattern of the antelope we stuck to our game plan…. Drive until we find them and then ask for permission to hunt them.

Back in Ovando at Trixie’s we drew straws to see who would get the first shot and I won so I would have the first buck then Robby then Casey and Sam could shoot at any doe after we shot first at the buck.  It didn’t take long for us to run into the first group of Antelope and they were on the wrong side of the fence so we continued on, and ran into another group right off the road.  We quickly drove to the ranchers house and asked permission, luckily he knew my grandfather and granted us permission.  I pulled up on a fence post as the antelope started to run, the buck stopped at about 300 yards and I put the hurt on him one shot.  Before I could turn to Sam and say I got him he was already unloading his AR at one of the does, no luck for him round one.  Now it is Robby’s turn, we spotted a loan buck in a field near Roy, MT again we got permission and put a stock on him.  Settling up next to a grain bin Robby took aim at the laying down buck, I ranged him at 230 yards boom Robby shoots and misses (doesn’t happen very often) so I got a better angle on the buck and ranged him again… oh 320 yards I said my bad.  Robby’s second shot found the buck’s neck and dropped him in his bed.  Casey you’re up! We couldn’t believe our luck to this point 3hrs in and 2 bucks down and it got better.  Driving the back farm roads we found a group of 3 does and one buck, Casey jumped out and shot once twice and missed both times at about 150 yards!!! WHAT! Then the buck started running boom he shoots again, buck still running away now at about 300 yards….. BOOM off hand he shoots for the last time before the buck goes over the hill.  I yelled nice shooting Ass eyes (inside joke) looks like old meat in the pot (his gun) needs to hang it up and he said I think I got him.  We laughed and said well you go check we are going to get Sam a shot at these does over the ridge, we did and Sam missed about 10 times in 3 seconds.  We drive back and Casey is up on the top of the hill with his hands up in the air, in my face right.  You have got to be shitting me, perfect shot 300 yards off hand running.  It did take him 4 to get the job done but never the less it was a hell of a shot.  Unfortunately we couldn’t get Sam a doe on this trip but he will make the trip again this fall with his new 270 short mag looking for revenge.  It was a great trip and to many good times to fit into this blog.  Enjoy the pictures.

Robb Latrielle