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The forecast caused me more than a bit of trepidation as I checked an Internet weather site prior to my bison hunt. Arctic air was pushing south from Canada and heavy snow, high winds and unusually cold temperatures were expected along my route from Colorado through Wyoming and into South Dakota. When I received word from Custer State Park that I would be one of the few trophy bison hunters for the coming season, I arranged for an extra day of travel time just in case of such conditions. Now it looked as if I’d need all the time I had available to make it through that storm.
I had never been to the Black Hills and was eager for the sights and adventure. Rising like an oasis from the Great Plains, the Black Hills are best known for Mount Rushmore and gold. The area is rich in history and offers visitors a wide variety of activities. Custer State Park lies at the south end of the mountain range and encompasses roughly 71,000 acres. It’s home to nearly 2,000 bison as well as whitetail and mule deer, elk, mountain goats and bighorn sheep.
It was dark by the time I reached the little town of Custer. I was relieved to be free of the confines of my truck after the long trip. As if the snow against the Wyoming fences hadn’t been enough to prove the weatherman correct, the bitter cold that greeted me as I climbed from the truck cab drove the fact home. All I wanted now was a warm bed. In the morning, my wife and I would meet Chad, our guide from the park.
All trophy bison hunters in Custer State Park have the opportunity to hunt with Chad Kremer, who is the park’s herd manager. Part of Chad’s job is to ensure that the park meets its management goals by allowing trophy hunters to take only bulls that are at least 10 years old. This offers the hunter an excellent chance at an exceptional trophy. A better man to hunt bison with I cannot imagine. Chad’s knowledge and experience with the big animals proved to be invaluable. We talked of other hunters’ successes and what our prospects were, then agreed to meet the next morning.
“Dress warm,” Chad advised. “They say more snow is on the way.”
By morning, seven inches were on the ground and the wind was blowing in force. Glassing was nearly impossible because our eyes watered constantly. Still, we tried as best we could and soon located a large herd of bison up a distant draw. Closer inspection showed it to be a group of cows and young bulls. I wouldn’t have guessed the bulls to be young because they had the classic look, with beautifully curved horns and pointed tips so often seen in movies or photos.
“Those are only four- or five-year-old bulls,” Chad explained. “The really old ones will have horns more rounded than that and their mass will be obvious when you see it.”
The hunt was jut a few hours old when I realized that the challenge of bison hunting in Custer State Park is not necessarily in finding bison. It seemed that the animals were on every other hillside. Had I been allowed to hunt on my own, I most likely would have ended my hunt within the first hour or two. I’d have taken one of those five-year-olds, having mistaken it for a mature animal. Fortunately, Chad’s knowledge and experience kept me from making such a mistake. But I was finding it difficult to believe that we could look at so many different herds without finding the big bulls we wanted.
“That’s an old bull.” It was nearly noon when Chad uttered the words I had been so anxious to hear. The adrenaline rush of imminent success began to course through me.
“How big?” I asked.
“Oh, maybe 117 or 118,” Chad replied as he watched the bull through his binocular.
The herd rose as we approached and a few of the animals moved off several yards. But the bull we were watching stayed there, as if he couldn’t care less about the two puny humans drawing closer to him.
Chad studied the bull for another minute or two, and then declared, “Nope. We can do better. I know there are bulls somewhere around here that are larger than this guy.”
Several hours later, as the shadows grew long and we had found no other mature bulls, I no longer shared Chad’s confidence. We had time to check one more place before darkness fell. Back in the truck, we bounced our way up a rough, snow-covered road to the back of a remote hillside. Chad had just climbed back into the truck after moving some branches from our path when he noticed a dark patch through the trees. Making our way closer, we soon saw four bull bison bedded on the hillside. Three were young bulls. The head of the fourth was concealed behind some brush. When the bull finally moved his head enough to allow a view of his horns, his size was obvious, just as Chad had said a truly mature bull would be. The horns held good mass and were completely rounded at the tips.
“He might go 120,” Chad said. “Let’s leave them bedded here and come back in the morning.”
Chad understood my reluctance to leave with such a good bull at hand. But he assured me the bison wouldn’t move far from this spot by morning. He also reminded me that we didn’t have much time before it was completely dark and the temperature plunged. Neither of us wanted to deal with a downed bison in that situation.
The following morning broke clear and bitterly cold. I’m sure there are some who wouldn’t call 24 below zero bitterly cold, but it was a new experience for a desert rat like me, and one I would hardly call enjoyable. Ice-covered roads made the drive to meet Chad precarious. But I was happy for the lack of wind and I felt that success was sure to come. I have had the same feeling when taking animals on previous hunts, and I was sure this would be my day.
Before making our way back to the bulls we had left the night before, Chad wanted to check a different area for a 12-year-old bull he had seen throughout the season. That bull, Chad explained, had massive horns that would score well into the record book. I’ve never been obsessed with record book scores, but the thought of having a chance at such an animal was exciting, and I glassed the hillside with determination. Had we been looking for elk, we would have picked the right spot because they covered the distant slope. But the bison weren’t with them and we moved on.
“What have we here?” Chad asked as we rounded a bend half an hour later and saw four bison in the distance. “Those can’t be the same bulls from last night. They’ve traveled too far.”
It took just a few moments behind binoculars to tell that this was a different group. This one contained two mature bulls.
“That’s him! That’s the 12-year-old,” Chad exclaimed. “I knew they had to be around here yesterday. Look at how big he is!”
The bull was indeed massive. His horns were worn and chipped, and would exceed any record book minimum with plenty to spare. But he was the ugliest bison I had ever seen. All those chips and wear were not at all what I had in mind for “my” bison. I think Chad was a bit surprised when I said it wasn’t the bull I wanted even if it would score well. Instead, we turned our attention to his 11-year-old companion. Now, that was the bull I had come to South Dakota for. Other than the ugly bull, he held better mass than any we had found but still had the classic pointed tips I sought.
“I’d like to try for him,” I told Chad. The animals began to meander away. But they didn’t seem overly concerned about our presence, which allowed me plenty of time to get comfortable for a shot.
Giving me a last-minute pointer, Chad said, “Remember to hit him behind the ear so that he’s anchored.”
With all that shaggy hair, finding the ear and the correct spot behind it isn’t as easy as it might sound. The ear blends well into the rest of the head. But as I settled in behind the scope, I soon saw a flicker of movement that betrayed the correct location. My crosshairs were steady on the spot for just a moment before another of the bulls blocked my line of sight. For the next five minutes, it seemed as if the two animals were grazing in tandem because “my” bull stayed hidden behind his companion with each step they took toward the cover of trees.
When my bull finally cleared his companion, my sights rested on where I believed the ear to be. The .300 Remington Ultra Mag. boomed as I touched the trigger and the bull collapsed. I watched the downed animal for several moments to make certain he didn’t rise, then accepted Chad’s congratulations. The other three bison showed no concern for what had just happened and continued to graze. It wasn’t until Chad produced his bullwhip and cracked the air with it several times that they finally moved on.
It took the efforts of four men to roll my trophy into position for photos. He would weigh in at 1,850 pounds, and I can say for certain that moving that much weight even a small distance is no simple task. I knew his 120 6/8 horns were smaller than those of his companion. But he was all that I had wanted from Custer State Park. And at least I wouldn’t have to look at an ugly bull for the rest of my life.–Brian Payne
McMillan recently introduced as a companion to their Fixed Blade Hunting Knife, a smaller Custom Caping Knife designed to handle all of the fine detail work involved when removing the head skin cape for trophy mounting. The knife is well suited for this task because the scalpel-like blade and the fine blade point easily handle the delicate work around the antlers/horns, ears, eyes, lips and nasal passages. Also, the ergonomically-designed handle, the slightly recessed choil and the short section of jimping on the back of the blade (near the point) are all designed to assist the user in the work.
Crafted from D2 tool steel, which is well known for its resistance to chipping, edge deformation and stain resistance, the blade has been differentially heat-treated by the proprietary Friction Forged process. This means that the spine of the blade at a Rockwell hardness of Rc 45 is not nearly as hard as the cutting edge zone at a Rc 65-68. The forging process reduces the size of the nano-size steel grain microstructure in the extremely hard edge zone, which in turn provides peerless edge retention without the usual brittleness. In addition, the chromium content of the steel composition is enhanced to produce a corrosion-proof edge.
The knife measures 6.75 inches overall, with a blade length of just 2.5 inches. This is a full-width, full-length tang design, which provides enhanced strength at the critical blade/handle junction. A slightly recessed choil near the base of the cutting edge acts as a guard of sorts, which is a safety mechanism to prevent the forefinger from sliding forward onto the sharpened edge. The choil also allows the user to grip the handle in an alternate manner when performing precision incisions.
The handle scales are blue/black Micarta (layered fabric impregnated with epoxy and subjected to extreme heat) and feature mosaic attachment pins. The handle configuration mirrors the grip pocket of the human hand, which provides better blade control and increases the comfort level during the term of the caping assignment.
Furthermore, the design incorporates a slight curve to the entire back of the knife so that cutting pressure is inherently positioned at the point of the blade. Simply put, the overall design of the knife has been so engineered that all of the bases (function, user comfort and enhanced edge integrity) have been covered.–Durwood Hollis
I saw the “Just Wondering” column in the July/August issue of Safari and your request for info on what hunters are using these days. Having only hunted big game with a rifle since I came to Ruger nine years ago I don’t have a lot of history to fall back on but I have had the opportunity to pick from lots of rifles and calibers. I have used a No. 1 in .30-06 on several trips to Africa and shot plains game with it. I have shot several animals in North America with an All-Weather .270, including the blacktail I shot while we were hunting in Alaska a few years back. I have also dropped a few animals with .44 revolvers over the years and still enjoy that when I keep my skills up through regular practice.
My last four trips to Africa have seen me use either a .375 Ruger African or a wood and blued M77 .300RCM. The .375 Ruger has taken animals ranging from Cape buffalo and sable to bushbuck while the .300RCM has accounted for gemsbok, springbok, kudu, impala and other plains game. I like both calibers quite a bit for their respective applications but if I had to choose one for all African hunting it would be the .375.
I really do like the Ruger Gunsite Scout in .308 Win. While I have used it on hogs, the .308 has never been my first choice as a hunting round, and I am not sure why. My daughters success with the .308 in a 20” barrel Ruger M77 RCM style rifle in Namibia a couple years ago opened my eyes. I did acquire one of the “International” versions of the Ruger Scout with its 18” unthreaded muzzle barrel and do anticipate taking it on more serious hunting trips in the future. Maybe even using the forward mounted Scout Scope optics as I have spent considerable time shooting that way and find it very usable. The Scout rifle/optics package makes a very compact, easy to handle combo when carrying a rifle long distances and the shorter barrels doesn’t give up much with today’s ammo, especially the Superformance loads from Hornady.