The Reason

I can honestly say that I have never experienced the first week of season to be so action packed. We started it off with Friday morning, the day before season, with a solid 6x6 in our laps at 35 yards bugling and ready for action. Too bad we couldn't duplicate that on Saturday. Nothing!!! Not even a sound.
Sunday was a different story...Steve had an opportunity, but just couldn't connect. Let me tell you, fog and rangefinders do not mix!
As the week progressed, so did the sightings and close encounters. Little did we know that Trent was about to start a trend. He kicked things off with an incredible evening hunt after work.
The next weekend is when things really got crazy! It stormed like none other that weekend. The wind was blowing and calling was out of the question...luckily for us, the spot and stalk was on. Treavor closed the distance and arrowed his biggest bull ever! Yep, count 'em, 6 X 8!Before the celebrating was over, the game was on again...with Trent elbow deep in butchering, a bull was bugling and coming fast. Springing into action, Treavor coaxed this bull into the thick reprod for Chris. After making a stellar shot, he had his first bow kill on the ground!

All of these events unfolded unbenounced to Ty, Steve, and I. Little did they know we were doing our fair share of harvesting. Across the drainage Steve wrapped his tag on a respectable big timber Blacktail buck.

After meeting up and swapping stories the BRO crew called it quits to one hell of a Labor Day weekend.

With a couple weeks left in the season, Steve, Ty, and I headed deep into the unfamiliar timber-lands to try our will and skill. After a couple days of nothing, make that absolutely nothing. We located a herd in the distance, 3 miles away to be exact. We packed up camp in the dark, saddled the mountain bikes and headed by headlamp down the long gravel trek. Daylight brought us within striking distance and by 8am, Ty had his bull on the ground.

After a grueling 14 mile pack out, the tender vitals were tucked away in a walk-in cooler. The next day led us into some old stompin' grounds from back in the day. After locating a herd the game was on...

An hour later Steve had horns in hand!
Going into the last weekend and having the only tag remaining, I felt like one of the, "Last of the Mohicans." With the help of Treavor and Chris, we called this bull into a mere 20 yards. One well placed arrow finished the season for Born And Raised Outdoors.

We are now in the mix of late deer season, we will try our best to continue the streak!

Tagged Out-

Kody

More to come...

Life has been crazy with elk season wrapping up last week...a whirlwind has caught us and we haven't looked back. I am sorting through the photos and stories from this past season. I will update shortly...in the mean time check out a blurb from our latest release, "Tagged Out"



I hope you enjoy....

TAGGED OUT

Well it has been a couple years in the making, but it is finally here. We released our latest project this last week, which encompasses our journey through an entire bow season. Feel the blisters, sweat and tears as we push ourselves to the breaking point while pursuing Roosevelt's in the rainforest jungle of Oregon.

You can find your copy at these retailers:

Waldron's Outdoor Sports
330 NE Garden Valley
Roseburg, OR 97470
541-672-8992
http://www.waldronsoutdoor.com/

XXX Archery
75940 Rockcrest St.
Rainier, OR 97048
503-556-1322
http://www.xxxarchery.com/

Dewclaw Archery
2722 West Main Street

Medford, OR 97501

800-278-1896
http://www.dewclawarchery.com/

We are currently working on a Web-Store to purchase other BRO merchandise at http://www.bornandraisedoutdoors.com/ which is expected to launch later this month.

Currently season is on and it has been one heck of a week. I will load up some pictures when we get a free moment....

Kody

2009 BRINGS A NEW BRO

Born and Raised in Coos Bay, Oregon. Steve is a licensed journeyman plumber in the state of Oregon. He has been chasing Oregon blacktails and Roosevelt Elk since the age of 13. Now at the age of 33, Steve's been bowhunting for the last 15 years taking big game in Oregon, Wyoming, California and Nevada. When he's not spending time in the outdoors, he is spending it with his beautiful wife Heidi, 6-year old daughter Chelsea and 2-year old identical twin daughters Ashley and Shelby. Every day Steve is thankful for his family letting him chase his passion - bowhunting big game.

Steve in Nevada @ Camp
(Camp - AKA - a sleeping bag)

After having the pleasure to hunt with Steve this past year, I learned that there is not a more dedicated or motivated guy in the woods. He is relentless in the pursuit of his obsession. He has a "Never Quit" attitude that has lead him to be a very accomplished and successful hunter. BRO is proud to be able to have him on the team! Look for more to come.....

Kody

Another season for the books.....

Well another season has come and gone…..and already the countdown begins for next year.

This season was no textbook example for how things are supposed to go. It started rough. Pedaling our bikes into the unknown, we pushed our bodies to the brink. Needless to say this season wasn’t looking over our favorite hunting or even familiar ground.

We couldn’t find the usual suspects in their typical range, which caused us to expand our horizon and check out brand new and foreign hunting grounds.

The first weekend of season was a learning experience in itself…Trent and I need to take a class in “How to Read Maps 101.” Friday night before the opener, we decided to load up the gear and check out some gated ground. We consulted Ty’s ancient, I mean outdated and obsolete map. With the effect of a couple of brew’s Trent and I made the decision to head west after departing from the rigs. Big mistake!

Our lack of common sense, lead us to a round-trip pedal fest of 27 miles and zero elk. Not to mention sore muscles.

We finally found our anticipated route, which was only ½ mile in the other direction from the truck. OOPS!!!!

As the season progressed, so did the odometer on our mountain bikes. We rode those stupid bikes everywhere, even pushing them up some of the steepest grades. With that said they not only saved us time and our feet, but they came in handy when it came time to pack meat.

Darrell and Trent were the first to draw blood.

Trent was able to coax a stud bull into his father to a mere 35 yards. With two well placed arrows the bull made a 65 yard jaunt before piling up. This was a great way to get things started for the BRO crew.

The second week of season, Trent and Steve hunted their asses off. Their hard work and sweat equity produced another bull on the ground. The bull made a severe mistake and Trent slipped an arrow into the vitals…

The pack out was a huge undertaking, with just of the two of them, they proceeded to pack out an entire elk in one trip on the mountain bikes and trailers. Finally arriving back to the homestead as the moon gave way to daylight.

Soon I followed with a sequence that nobody could have predicted. Pedaling our bikes into country that we had never laid our eyes on, we struggled to even raise the sight of an elk. Trent made our luck change though, as he painted his face as the daylight was winding down. Ty and I in disbelief put our “rally” caps on and proceeded to the end of the road.

Finally as the sun was going down, we located a bull. With Ty as the shooter, Trent and he slipped down the ridge as I continued to rouse the bull. Soon I realized that the bull’s route was going to end up at my feet. With little time to react, I drew and shot. After a few seconds of crashing, silence came over the woods. We knew it was over.

After an easy pack to a skid road, we loaded up the bike carts and headed to camp. The next morning we started on our 14 mile ride out. By 1:30 pm we had the elk in the truck and a beer in our hand.

The next week was met with more challenges as Ty still had a tag burning a hole in his pocket. Tuesday night after work, Ty and I headed in to check out some old stomping grounds. With some fresh sign and one bugle we had high spirits as the sun set.

On the ride out, Ty lost his BRO hat off his handlebars. Not wanting to lose his lucky cap, he took his 7 yr old daughter back in there the net morning. After locating his hat more than half way on the loop, he decided to continue on.

At straight up noon, he located a bull raking his antlers and pushing his cows through some heavy reprod. A quick bugle had the bull and Ty in a standoff. With a narrow window of opportunity, Ty made a stellar shot resulting in the biggest bull of his career.

Him and his daughter, Hunter, experienced a hunt that they will never forget.

Last up was Treavor.

His plane arrived Thursday night as Trent and I greeted him in the North Bend International Airport. And I use the term “International Airport” very loosely. We didn’t waste any time and started planning the route for the next day's hunt.

As the week progressed so did the number of close calls and frustration. We anticipated the last week of season being the best hunting, but we struggled to find them on a consistent basis. We pushed on and kept our chins up.

The last weekend, we found ourselves pedaling up the same path we made on my hunt. Unfortunately we were unable to locate anything. In fact I didn’t even lay my eyes on an elk the final two days of season. The sign indicated we were a day late and a dollar short. Oh well! We came away with some more tricks in our bag and numerous new hunting spots.

The best part of the season was being able to share the experience with good friends.

We had a diverse crew, from professional cinematographer, Justin Crump, to first time bowhunter, Chris Apuy. Not to mention our newest member to the crew, Steve Howard.

The “tough-ass” award goes to our fellow partner, Trent. The rest of the crew through out our inflatable pads and set-up our bivy tents every night.

Not Trent. He just through out his sleeping bag on the less than soft ground and called it a night.

Yet another sunset but this one is different, it marks the end of another memorable elk season!

Stay tuned as we prepare for late buck season. Only 32 days left……

-Kody