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A friend of mine married a rancher from Grouse Creek, Utah. I had heard about Chukar hunting in that part of the state. Grouse Creek is in the exreme northwestern part of Utah. Being that isolated, there are some pretty good hunting opportunities including Elk, Mule Deer, Cougar and Chukars. My friend invited me to stay at their ranch, which they run as a guest ranch for family reunions and company retreats (Box C Ranch). We traveled to the Box C this weekend and found the Chukars, but getting to them and shooting them were a whole different story. I did manage to bag a banded Chukar, which made the whole trip worth it.
Wayne Oberg
My nephew’s in-laws have some property near Malad, Idaho where pheasants abound. They allow us to hunt one day each year. Here is the result of a recent hunt. It’s nice to have a place to hunt pheasants without having to travel to the midwest.
Wayne Oberg
We are having some fun with this photo. Guess what kind of bird this is and what country it lives in. E-mail me with your best guess at steve@findmeahunt.com
The winner will win a 2 day guided hunt with me in Utah.
Winner will pay for room food and all licenses, I will help you with applying for the permit drawing.
This hunt will be good for 3 years. I will provide guide service only.
I will let you know what the hunt is after the contest.
You will have three hunts to choose from.
This hunt might be one you have never done before.
It will be a lot of fun.
Steve Sillitoe
Opening day of the turkey season this year was miserable with rain, snow, wind and cold temperatures keeping the birds at bay. I was hunting with good friend Steve Sillitoe and his son Chris, and despite the awful conditions, we did manage to get a tom to answer. We got set up and Steve and Chris’ calls managed to entice several hens to run in and check us out, but the stubborn tom stayed back in the trees and wouldn’t fall for our coaxing.
The soonest I could make it back to hunt was two weeks later. What a difference in the weather. It was a beautiful Friday evening, mid 60′s and clear as we made our way to an area where Steve had spotted some birds and called them in. We quietly closed the truck doors and Steve got an immediate gobble from his trusty box call. His custom made call has several notches in it signifying all the turkeys he has called in. He is a master when it comes to calling in big toms.
We moved in closer to the tom’s position and set up. Even though he was answering us fervently, he wouldn’t come any closer. So we got aggressive and moved in on him, two more times. We caught a glimpse of him through the junipers as he strutted a number, but he soon moved off. Steve said he thought he was a smart old bird, but I thought he was just plain being stubborn.
At this point in the game, Steve thought it best that I try an ambush of the wily old tom. I snuck along, trying to pinpoint him from his gobbles. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of his red head. He started putting and moving off, when suddenly he changed his mind and turned around. I seized the opportunity and stopped the stubborn tom with my trusty Berretta 12 gauge.
I want to thank Steve and his wife Cheryl for allowing me to stay with them and get to know their wonderful family.
Wayne Oberg
Yesterday after noon I went out to call some turkeys in and my goal was to take some pictures. It was a lot of fun, this Jake came in to 15 yards and at the same time I had a Tom to my right at 25 yards with some hens but I could not get a good picture of them. This Jake did not strut but he had a loud gobble. It took me 15 minutes to get him in close. If I had a hunter we could have shot them both.
Steve Sillitoe
Steve,
It’s been 5 years since I last turkey hunted. I apparently still have it or I’m just darn lucky, think a little of both. Had this bird called in and on the ground by 7:00am opening morning.
Troy Adams – Bestskullcleaning.com
Last Saturday was the opener of the Utah Wild Turkey hunt. It had snowed some five inches and the forecast was for more snow during the day. The crew this day was my son Chris, his girl friend Maddi Wolf, and two good friends Royce Emett and Wayne Oberg. Wayne and I were the only hunters with guns and tags.
Just after sun up we came across some fresh tracks that looked like a hen turkey. I took out my trusty old box call and made some soft hen calls to see if there were any Toms in the area. After two short calls we had our first faint response some distance away. We went walking over a few small hills where we found ourselves looking down the ridge over a pond where the Tom and some hens were feeding. Royce told me later he could see the Tom and he was sporting a big beard with a large body. We set up about 100 yards from them with Wayne on my right and Maddi in the middle with me on the left. Royce and Chris were lefted behind to do the calling. After 5 minutes of calling Chris was able to coax the hens in closer. Six hens came within about 10 yards but the wise old Tom stayed hidden in the trees and would not show himself. Later in the morning the snow was coming down hard and the visibility was down to about 75 to 100 yards. The snow also muffled yelps and gobbles so we worked our way back home to try again another day.
On the third day the weather was perfect with most of the snow gone. This trip was with Steve Carroll and myself and both of us had tags. From the moment we got out of the truck we heard the call of turkeys in the distance. Steve Carroll was calling for me because he didn’t want to fill his tag so that he could keep on hunting. He had promised his neighbors that he would take them out to experience their first turkey hunt.
We had our first call in of the day with a Tom coming to 25 yards. Steve did a masterful job but the setup turned out bad because I had trees between me and the Tom. He was so close I could hear him drumming but he never moved past the trees so I could take a shot. My heart was pounding out of my chess on this one.
I have always told my hunting friends the best time for me to call in turkeys is the middle of the day. Well about 1:30 p.m. we found ourselves in a small canyon looking over a small stream when we heard a hen calling repeatedly yelp yelp – yelp yelp. Steve took out his slate call and made the same response back to the hen. We got a surprise when a Tom called back. We jumped into action with Steve Carroll setting up behind me on one side of the small stream and I would set up on the other side. By the time I got into position the Tom was on top of me and it was all over. I have taken many turkeys over the years but I can not even remember how many. I always get the same thrill each time. Thanks Steve for your great turkey calling.
Steve Sillitoe



































