Successful Western Hunter: Spencer Heard
Kelly Heard from Southern Oregon passed along some pictures and a story from her husband and son who are packed into some good Idaho Elk country. Kelly was out hunting the local archery season and taking care of chores at home. Kelly is an accomplished hunter herself and she has graced these pages with a pronghorn and a moose
I got a call from my son this morning. He was whispering, as they were glassing a big herd about a mile away across a canyon. He said that they heard more bulls and had seen more action today than any day they had been in there.
I got a quick version of his bull story though and here it is:
He and his Dad start each morning hunting together but within an hour or so out they have been sort of just splitting off without saying anything. Something will draw one to another area and they’ve just split up, which has worked well for them.
Tuesday, they climbing up almost getting to the top of a ridge. About then he heard a bull sound off not far away. He moved towards it and began cow calling. nothing. He changed up his calls between 3 different ones and then BAM…he was coming.
Spencer said he pulled out his range finder, marked 2 trees and within seconds, there stood the bull. A really cool bull, according to him. The bull was standing broadside between the two trees, with his vitals being hid by a straggly little bush.
Spencer was at full draw so he scuffed his foot to make some noise to make the bull move. He did move, just stepping forward one step. He released his arrow, knowing he hit him good but could not see his arrow OR blood as the bull bolted away.
He sat down right there where he shot from and was going to just sit and wait it out, when who shows up behind him? His dad. He asked Spencer “what are you doing”? Spencer just said “oh…just sittin’ here. I just shot a bull and figured I would wait a while.” (you’d have to know him. he has a great sense of humor and can keep a very straight face). He said his dad about came unglued with joy! They both snuck over to where he shot him and did not see the arrow or any blood. So they sat. A few minutes later they heard a crash up above them. They still waited it out. Finally they began their search. They would find a small bit of blood here and there that was in fact leading to the direction of the crash they had heard.
They got up to where they thought they heard the crash and…no bull was easily seen. But dad went a little higher than Spencer thought the sound came from and low and behold…there was his bull, curled up in a ball at the base of a tree.
He said he is barely a 6 x 6 but are super cool one with lots of character. He said he is more proud of this one than his one from last year. Great seconds and thirds and has a brow tine that hooks down.
The two of them got him back to camp in 4 trips. And on the fourth trip, the two guys that went with them were back at camp napping. They heard Spencer and without opening their eyes said “Oh, we thought you and your Dad were in your tent sleeping”. Spencer said “nah, just been out”. Ken (one of the guys) said, were you down by the creek sleeping? Spencer said “Well, not exactly sleeping by the creek but we were down there. We figured the meat would cool better down by the water”. They both jumped up and said “WHAT”? As you can imagine, everyone was happy!
Congratulations Spencer! Both on getting your elk, but also on being able to spend the time in the backcountry hunting, as a college student. It’s hard to balance school with hunting season. Although I’m sure your roommates appreciate elk steaks!
Posted on 2nd October 2009
Under: Idaho, Successful Western Hunters, elk | 1 Comment »

