Hunt Dates - October 5th-7th

Outfitter - Wendell Reich of www.HuntersQuest.com & www.Redbluffranch.com

Trophy Taken - Red Stag

Weapon Used - Browning Stainless Stalker in .338 Winchester Magnum, with Federal 250 grain Partitions

Location - Northwest Texas


What makes a hunt truly memorable? Is it taking a trophy while in camp with great characters? Or is it the hardships that come before and after the hunt? Well, maybe both…

Approximately one month ago today I had received the much awaited information about hunting Red Stag on Wendell’s Red Bluff Ranch near the Texas/Oklahoma border. The hunt would be for a management animal that needed to be taken out of the herd. My friend Jacob would be coming along to get out of town and experience the hunt with me. After speaking over the phone to Wendell and through Private messaging and email, we had set a date for the first weekend in October while the Stags were still rutting.

The hunt took place during the “rut†or “roar†of the stags. This is the time of the year when the Stags are fighting, gathering their hinds, and as stated before, Roaring! The roar of a red stag is something that everyone needs to experience, as if you had walked onto the ranch in the dark and did not know what was out there, you may have thought it was a Grizzly bear coming up on your tracks!





Once we arrived at the ranch at 5:30pm on Friday (and lost for 20 minutes trying to get around the dirt roads with no names) we were able to unpack and see the beautiful country that surrounds the camp house. With steep canyons, abundant wildlife, and river frontage, I couldn’t find a single flaw.



First things first we went ahead and checked the zero on my rifle to make sure it hadn’t shifted from the 4.5 hour drive from Midland to the Ranch. After agreeing that the rifle was still where it should be we began glassing the valley of food plots, thick cedars, and tall grass to try and locate my stag.











It was beginning to get dark out so we headed out in the camp truck and went to a location near a water hole to glass and watch the animals coming out of bedding and out into the fields to feed and rest in and near the water hole.



We found my stag nearly 300 yards across a field and without shooting sticks I did not feel comfy risking the shot. We had a younger stag with a huge rack in the water hole bellowing out roars with his females close by; but for some reason or another the stag we were after did not feel like fighting and kept his distance to around 300 yards. I guess since the younger stag knew that no other males were heading his way, he decided to pull a “Stags gone wild†in the pond and the rest is scarred, funny, and history.



The camp house was extremely cozy, especially for being so far from populated civilization. With A/C, Running water, and Direct TV, our stay was more than enjoyable.


The Living Room



Kitchen



Back into the living room from the kitchen



Looking upstairs from the living room



“Tinyâ€



And for the wild boar guys….



After the previous evening hunt, sleep was hard to come by just thinking about the roaring, which started back up at 6:30am on Saturday Morning. Once awake and ready to go we headed out to the far corner of the ranch to glass for the Stag moving about.









We spotted numerous other Stags, spikes, hinds, fallow, whitetail, and aoudad from the hill, but we could not find the stag I was after so after an hour or so from glassing we moved to a different area to look over more land. While driving around I was able to get a few pictures of a few of the Mule deer on the ranch





Once at the new area we watched over a couple of young whitetail bucks feeding, one a decent 6 point and the other a big 9 point, until they walk off into the brush. We spotted a few recognizable Stags that we had seen from the other glassing point, with more hinds heading our direction but still no sign of the Stag we were after. I began to wonder if he would ever show whenever I pointed out to Wendell that there was a stag walking up to a water trough in one of his fields. After a quick look Wendell saw that it was him and we set up in position to ambush him in-between the field and the water hole he may have been heading to. The stag would have to cross about 650 yards worth of heavy brush to get to where we thought he was heading. Once realizing that it doesn’t take an hour to cover that distance, we decided to head back to the camp house to take a siesta, figuring that the stag had done the same in the thick cover we watched him walk into.

Every 10 minutes or so we would glass over the surrounding fields to see if the 90 degree temperatures would tempt the stag into one of the watering holes on the ranch for a nice wallow. As if I had seen a ghost, I rallied Jacob that I had seen the stag and that I thought he was following a group of Hinds over to the water hole we had sat over the night before. We gathered our gear and headed back to the hill where we were about 133 yards from the water hole.

Once we arrived to the area, the Stag was just barely getting into the water and was knee deep already. At the shot the stag was taken off of its feet like it was hit with a refrigerator! All you could see was the crown of his horns, only for him to regain his footing and stand back up! We were all shocked as he acted like he was going to head to the center of the pond where we would have to fish him out, and then slowly head back to the shore. When he reached the shore and was clear of the water, broadside again he shook the water off of his thick fur as though nothing had happened, and immediately after I sent another 250gr partition through both shoulders. At this shot he took off on a steady, broken leg hop to the 40ish yards where he lay. We were amazed that he lived as long as he did with both bullets through the lungs and through both shoulders.

I had forgotten the Camcorder in the rush to get to work Friday morning but Jacob still got the shot on film with the digital camera. If you look closely on the right you can see all of the females and on the left you can see the stag hit the water, with Wendell doing narration



It wasn’t until after the second shot that I began to shake. Knowing that you have such a large animal down on the ground was just an unbelievable feeling…although we have all felt it at one time or another it feels like the first time each time the feeling returns. Once we came upon him and saw the crown above the grass, the camera began to really go off and the work started.





Me with the Stag





Jacob and I with the big stag





Wendell and I with the trophy down





You never really know when the work begins until the work begins! Wendell was an excellent host and in the 90 degree heat he went straight to work getting the animal cooled off








We weighed the stag at somewhere around 500lb with part of him still touching the ground







The damage



The “high seatâ€







Getting skinned and quartered





In the freezer!





The Waterhole where the action took place. The shot was taken up on the rocks on the top left, and he was in the back right of the waterhole in this picture



One of the local Fallows



One of Wendell’s good friends stopped by to see what all the fuss was about with the stag





After spending an afternoon relaxing and getting ready to head home Sunday morning. About 2 miles from the ranch my packed Chevy Blazer decided to destroy an injector which in turn sprayed the hot exhaust manifolds with gas. After some quick firefighting skills thanks to POWERADE, we got a hold of Wendell who was kind enough to let us get the meat and head back into the game freezer until Jacob’s dad came up to tow us home.

This was probably one of the most stressful ending, rewarding, and most scenic hunt I have been on in Texas. Wendell was a very down to earth host who could joke around with us about Aoudad sheds and was very knowledgeable about the game on the ranch, and in taking care of my trophy as well as the meat and etc. As I write this the head is being prepared for a European skull mount at a local Taxidermy shop, as well as the meat is deboned and cut up ready to be cooked. With 300 quarts of cooler full of Stag, I am sure I should not starve this winter.

Sorry for the long write-up and the tons of pictures, I have more and some more video but I may keep those until I feel I should post them up. I am sure I will be back on the ranch to chase Aoudad in the near future, as watching them and seeing how keen their eyesight is just amazes me.

Thanks for reading


Justin

Justin -- CONGRATULATIONS!! Great story and even greater animal!! Good job, my friend!!

Thanks Whitworth!

It was an extremely fun hunt despite the car trouble. Much more relaxing then the hustle and bustle of work. I found it hard to bring down the set of binoculars or rangefinder once spotting animals filtering into the valley

Congrats!! Great story and pictures thanks for sharing. What a unique set of antlers you must be very proud of him.

Thanks Jtex,
If you look on the right antler you can see how the crown on top is shaped like a cup. It is very interesting, and the Game Warden nicknamed him " Rain Gauge "

Justin, did you say that you guys shot some more video -- maybe of the second shot you fired?

Congratulation again!! That's a fine trophy!

Rain guage huh... I like it.

Congratulations. Nice stag and nice country. Can you tell me how hot it gets there in the summer and how the stags hold up to the heat?
Again, Congrats.

John

Congratulations on a really unique Texas stag!!

Thanks guys!


Whitworth- We didn't get any video of the 2nd shot. Jacob was very intent on watching through the binoculars to see the 2nd shot and I think we were all in a bit of shock that the animal was still standing after the first hit.

Johnair - you may want to PM Wendell Reich here on the boards for more info about the Stags. The temperature over the weekend was probably low 70's over night and then 95 around 3-5 o clock.

Great story, thanks for sharing,it looks like Wendell has nice setup. Was that a small muley buck in the photo?

Kudu- Thanks, yes it was a small forkhorn

Now that is one fine hunt report, and a fine animal taken as well.

That sounded like a great trip -- one that you'll recall with pleasure for many years to come.

That's a terrific stag, by the way.

And the terrain and lodging -- wow -- that's really nice.

Congratulations, and thanks for sharing your adventure with us,
Bobby

Congratulations on an enjoyable hunt. Wendell was an extremely gracious host for me and my three girls last year when the lodge was not quite finished, and we are planning a return soon.

That stag will make a very nice Euro mount!

Sounds like fun, and congrats. How about posting some more pics though, please--50 aren't enough! JK.

From what I've read here over the years, ole Wendell is a stand up guy. Hell, any fellah who isn't embarrassed to substitute plywood for sheetrock is OK in my book!

KG

Congratulations on a fine Hunt. Really enjoyed the story with all the details and the flicks. Much better than the stuff I used to read in the worthless gun rags.

Thanks guys I appreciate the comments!


Charles - I referred back to your old thread about the Hindsight and read the report over again before making my decision on the hunt!

Kamo- lol I guess I should have posted more!

Hot Core- Glad you enjoyed the report

Rain Gauge's Brother:


Just taken a 2506 into the 'engine room':

Last Legs:


Note the tops on these antlers:
http://www.flyfishhunt.co.nz/Accurate%20Reloading/IMG_3326.jpg

Hi Justin, nice Stag. Looks like we have the same thing down here in New Zealand.
Gerald

quote:

Originally posted by highlander:
http://www.flyfishhunt.co.nz/Accurate%20Reloading/IMG_3326.jpg[img]

Nice stag.

How about this one:

He does kind of look like Rain Gauge!

Justin, congrats on your hunt. That is one fine Stag and a great report. Thanks for the pics; we leave soon for a hunt with Wendell. We're looking forward to it and now that I see all your pics I can't wait. That part of Texas reminds me of Africa Be sure to post pics of your euro skull mount when it's finished. Good hunting, David (grayghost)

Justin, great trophy and excellent story/picts! thanks

Thanks guys!


L. David Keith- Yeah, Wendell told me that you were heading down in a few weeks to chase some animals! I wish I could be in camp while ya'll are there...you will have an excellent time!

If you bring a metal detector to camp, make a trip around the pond for me with it and send my big partition back! I'll pay shipping!

I will be sure and post pictures of the European mount when I get it back

Justin

Justin, I'm leaving for Florida next week to do some offshore fishing. When I return, it will be a mad scramble to remember to take a metal detector. So send me an email around the 22nd-24th and I'll do my best to find it for you.
Good hunting, David