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Raising the Bar


“Write an essay on literature.” My professor told our class last semester.  “Books, genres, magazines, authors, pick something that has to do with literature. ” My brain instantly started churning and as usual I had to write something related to the wild.   There just was no other way I could keep enthusiasm for an assignment.

“Writing and the outdoors, lots of those people around.” I thought.  As my mind steadily drifted off thinking about bowhunting,  There was one guy that came to mind.

When he isn’t in the field hunting, writing and filming, he can be found spending time with his family, working his day job, or preparing for the mountains.  Since 1989, Cameron Hanes has bow hunted all over the world taking game from Africa, to Alaska, and all over the lower forty eight, but he still insists that his favorite place to hunt is still his home state of Oregon.  Hanes has become well known and recognized for his accomplishments as a backcountry do it yourself bow hunter over the last twenty years.  He is not recognized just for the number of trophies taken but also for his incredible work ethic and attitude towards preparing for bow hunting. He also possesses incredible talent as a writer and film producer.  Over the past two decades he has transformed his passion into a career.  He published his first book “Bow hunting Trophy Black tails” in 1999 and “Back Country Bow Hunting: A guide to the Wild Side” in 2006 which sold over 20,000 copies in its first year.  In addition to his writing, he served as the editor for Eastman’s Bow Hunting Journal and has produced DVDs on hunting blacktail deer.   Currently he helps host several shows on the Outdoor Channel such as  Elk Chronicles, RMEF’s Team Elk Tv.

Oregonbowhunters .com describes Hanes as someone who not only has the passion for hunting pure back country terrain but also as having “A serious talent for the written word.”  For several years, Hanes channeled his writing passions by serving as the editor of Eastman’s Bow Hunting Journal.  The Bow hunting journal is a spinoff of the already wildly popular Eastman’s Hunting Journal.  Here in the east we don’t often hear or see this magazine because the magazine is directed more towards the western hunters.   Because of his passion for the wilderness he has the ability to translate his experience into words that for people like me paints a vivid picture of the adventure. “Eastman’s Bow Hunting Journal is the clear cut favorite magazine of hardcore western bow hunters, is something I am very proud of,” says Hanes.  Hanes wrote a column for the magazine called Dialing In.  In his articles, Hanes would not only share his stories but convey knowledge and tips for back country hunting.  Back country hunting is a totally different element than just the quick two hour evening sit behind the farm.  What Hanes does is bring the elements of the back country hunt to life.  He details challenges and undeniable dangers of back country life.  If something goes wrong, you get hurt or sick, it isn’t a quick trip to safety; nobody is coming to bail you out anytime soon.  As a reader and hunter myself I know that Hanes is not bullcrapping anyone with what he writes and preaches.  Hanes hunts public access lands often on do it yourself solo hunts with great success.  This track record gains the trust of harden veterans of the wild like myself.

There is more to his writing than just about the kill, it is about the preparation and the chase.  As Hanes popularity and endorsements grew, he felt unable to continue on as the editor of the Journal and stepped down in 2009 but still regularly shows up on the Eastman’s TV show.  Hanes received endorsements from several leading outdoor equipment companies such as Under Amour, Easton, G5 Outdoors and Hoyt Archery. In October of 2011 he got back into the editors position by joining the editorial staff at “Extreme Elk Magazine” writing a column titled “Sacrifice/ Reward.”  In addition to writing articles and serving as an editor, he blogs on his website http://www.cameronhanes.com/ , writing about his current adventures, workouts and family life.  Although to some, blogging may not be the traditional form of the image of a writer but in today’s technology age, many writers stay connected and up to date with their readers faster and at a more personal level.    One of His frequent blog topics is his legendary workout routines. The way Hanes writes shows every element of not just the hunt but the critical elements of preparation. http://www.cameronhanes.com/video/

Often times, the images associated with hunters are as Hanes puts it, “a bubba character.”  Slow, dimwitted out of shape, lumbering through the woods carelessly with a gun puffing on a cigarette shooting at anything that moves.  Hanes destroys that image and rebuilds it from the ground up.  He describes himself as an athlete who hunts, physically and mentally fit to attack the mountains.  Hanes has said that the mountains don’t care if you’re not in shape and the animals certainly don’t either.   By taking this mentality he never stops training, never a day off.  As I said before his methods of preparation are virtually unheard of, they raise the bar of preparation and mental toughness to an entirely new level. Hanes runs every day sometimes twice a day in order to stay in top cardio vascular shape.  In addition to a strict running schedule, he lifts weights constantly throughout the year and works with a personal trainer to get the most out of his body.  Talk about commitment.   One of the things Hanes is especially known for is running multiple ultra-marathons in the spring and summer.  He uses these endurance races to prepare physically and mentally for the steep demands for the back country.  Through his writing Hanes always pushes  this idea,  “Expecting success, working tirelessly to perform in crunch time, giving nothing less than your very best is the #1 way bow hunters achieve their dreams” says Hanes, this formula goes for everything one does.  In an article called “Boston-Bow hunting and Lance”, Hanes ran in the 2008 Boston marathon.   This fierce mentality pushed him through pain and many miles right to the end when he caught up with, ran alongside, and then eventually beat the legendary Lance Armstrong by thirteen seconds.  To most, this mind set and type of preparation seems a bit obsessive, but one quick look at the animals mounted at Hanes’s home and you’ll be a believer.  I have to tip my hat to Hanes for pushing himself to that level.  I hunted in the same back country of Eastern Oregon Hanes hunted for years in September of 2009.   I can attest to what Hanes writes, you really do have to be at the top of your game mentally and physically because of the sheer tenacity of the mountains.  I was in shape for the hunt and really had no issue hiking the mountains.  However; my father wasn’t (his feet at least) and suffered for it. The mountains are unforgiving and the animals are every bit as tough as the mountain it’s self.  Both will break you if you aren’t prepared.  The way Hanes prepares himself for the mountains ensure that he will not fail when the pressure is on.  One thing I really enjoy about reading Hanes articles is how realistic he is with the reader.  He isn’t going to sell you a bill of goods and make things sound easier or light, no he tells you the nitty gritty .  If you want to reach your goals, sacrifice equals reward, period.   http://www.cameronhanes.com/video/

Cameron Hanes is a man of character and unbelievable self-discipline, there are no shortcuts.   I can fully appreciate his writing, shows, dedication and his intensity because I share that same intensity.    This is where I know Hanes and I are connected in the brotherhood of hunters, the ones who demand excellence from ourselves every season.  That doesn’t mean by number of animals killed, no, that is just the bonus.  The question is; did we hunt harder than we did the year before? Did we push our physical and mental boundaries till our bodies cried for mercy? What drives people like me and Cameron Hanes into the wild is something much deeper that words cannot always fully describe.  It is the primal passion for chasing game that is engrained into our souls that only those who truly have that fire with in them can understand.

Whether or not he will ever admit to it, Cameron Hanes has set a new bar as to what it means to be a bow hunter.  For ever single one of us looking on, in the back of our minds  we all think, “He is doing something right.”

Where Eagles Dare,

Jason

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Recovery Journal Introduction


When the doctor told me that I may not be able to pull my bow back by deer season, I honestly laughed.  I wouldn’t let it show but the thought of not being able to bow hunt this fall made me want to throw the chairs in his office.  There are very few things that actually make me angry, telling me I cant hunt is one of them  Realistically, I  intend to work my self back into shape to at least pull 45 pounds by August.    I’ll lower my poundage for a season have full confidence that my Switchback, Beman arrows and Montecs will have no problem taking down a whitetail.     Mental tenacity, extra work outs, and healthy  nutrition.   Not a day off beginning June 5th after the operation.  My insiration and confidence to  be able to get bow hunt this fall comes from my father.  January 2006 my father had major back surgery, fusing two spinal disks together. Not being able to stay still, he started his physical therapy early.  At three weeks post surgery, he was  up walking again and back to work.   At his seven month check up, the doctor told  him he  was making the recovering strides of a person who had the surgery  over a year and  a half earlier.  Nine months post surgery, Dad arrowed his first bull elk in the moutnains of Oregon, and yes he packed out the meat on his back. Dad was in his early 40s then and I am only 20 and dealing with a much smaller issue.  Last time I heard from the docs, the  tear is very small only 2mm meaning less stitches and less recovery time (hopefully).   I have the fire in my gut that is ready to start getting back  in form now.  I refuse to let this keep me down.

In addition to keeping a written account of this recovery process, I have teamed up with a good friend and Executive Producer to make a film documenting  the recovery all the way through deer season.

Proving the doctors wrong one day at a time.

Where Eagles Dare,PWL,

Jason

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Birding Bootcamp Blunder


I was wondering if everyone in the class had died.  Friday morning around 6:50, May 18, 2011  I showed up to the departure point for our ornithology day trip.   No one else from the class was  around which puzzled me.  Racking my brain for answers, reality  hit me.  I could have sworn that our professor had told us we were leaving at 6:50 but in fact he really had said 5:50.  Standing in my dorm shaking my head in discust realizing I was going to lose 40 points, I reviewed my options. Go watch some birds around school and try to do a make up report, go fishing, or get in my car and try to find the class an hour and a half away.  My mother advocated for idea number three, so I did.  I had a rough idea of where I could find the group, some bird observatory in east Jesus.  I felt that if I could make it up to the observatory I could ask some one that worked there if my group had been through  earlier.  Jumping in the fast lane and blasting AC/DA, I hauled all the way up to Lake Ontario and pulled into where my GPS had said too.  Driving down the small road I did not see any Observatory center, no visitors center, no official bird building.  My heart sank, the bird observatory was a big deck. I refused to believe that there was no official building till  I  asked a local and they confirmed my fears.  The feeling of wasted time and money began to sink in till one of my great ideas set in.  Flipping open my cell phone, I began making a documentary film   about my day to the bird observatory.   Hoping  that I could do and extra credit presentation to  re-gain some of my lost points I filmed signs and  birds all sorts of things related to birds.  Driving into a marina I hoped that I could catch a glimpse at some waterfowl.  To add to my luck there was another sign that read, “Public Fishing Access.”  Bingo, fishing and bird watching at the same time.  Now before I grabbed my pole out of the truck I decided to get a closer look at a nesting swan.  Don’t worry I kept my distance. While shuffling through the cattails I spotted a different bird soaring way over the water. One of the biggest bald eagles I’ve ever seen, soaring around.  An awesome display of majesty and power, the symbol of our country, America!  My phone started buzzing and by some miracle, it was one of the people in my class.  Unbeknownst to  me, the  class had ended up less than half a mile from where I was standing.  As I approached my professor He started laughing, he couldn’t believe that I drove all the way Up to find the class.  He actually gave me hug, and told me not to worry about my grade,I guess the effort of driving all the way up there was enough.    In total I drove well over 200 miles  last Friday which was totally worth saving my grade.  Still not sure how I heard the times wrong but hey, at least I made a silly memory and I suppose since I saw an eagle, I really did go where eagles dare.

Where Eagles Dare,PWL,

Jason

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Bird brain Boot Camp


Usually when I go bird watching I have a gun in my hand and am dressed in camo.   However; the last few days have quite different.  For my required lab science credit I am taking a 3 week summer course in ornithology.  In the past I have always referred to all the little different birds out there as just tweedy birds.  I never really craved to identify them more than just your average robin, or sparrow but spent more time learning the types of birds I actually hunted like waterfowl and upland game.  This morning our professor had us in the field at 5:15 calling owls and he did have 2 fly right into the tree above us.  I  love seeing owls in the woods, although ive seen and talked to them before, they are truly a remarkable sight.  Watching the reactions of the people in the class who had never been close to owls  just made me realize just how fortunate I’ve been to been raised to appreciate the outdoors.  While we were listening to the owls a lone gobbler sounded off in the distance making me smile and wish for my gear.   The past 2 days I’ve seen some incredibly beautiful birds that live right around me but I never took the time to get to know.  My specific favorite from this morning was the Canadian Wobler which perched on a branch withing five yards of our group and put on an awesome display  with its bright yellow breast and unique  seemingly hand painted  black necklace that  drips from its neck.   The class is fast paced and there is alot of information but the people and the professor keep things very lively and entertaining.

On a final note I want to dedicate my birding journal from this class to the grouse boys, 2 random guys we met on a trail during elk season in Oregon……..they were looking for spruce grouse.

Where Eagles Dare,PWL,

Jason

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5 seconds of Field Fame


Dad turned and looked at my brother and I with an excited little smile while driving home after a Late season goose hunt December of 2007.  Two days after Christmas we were finally given the biggest surprise of the season, a surprise that would cause our hometown to refer to us as celebrities for a few months.  Erika Larsen, professional photographer and good friend of our hunting partner Jay, had been put on assignment by Field and Stream and was on her way to photograph us during our traditional late season goose hunts.  Her overall assignment was to capture the images of youth hunters from across North America that did not get the apparent memo that hunters were a dying breed.  Austen and I looked at each other in total shock and disbelief then proceeded to scream like frat brothers, years of being obsessed with the outdoors were paying off.  “We’er gonna be famous dude!”,  Austen screamed when we got home.  Erika arrived at our house on a very cold and snowy late December morning toting her old fashion camera equipment.   The unique aspect of have Erika photograph us was, she used really old style plate cartridges  to capture her frames instead of a fancy digital camera. Never the less the frames she took where incredible.  For two days she followed us around our goose fields but since the lake effect snow became so heavy most of the birds pushed off to the south of our location giving us little to show for.  To be honest I didn’t really care, it was the experience that I cherished.  A very long year later in December of 2008, Erika’s long photo essay finnaly  appeared published under the title, ” Young Blood.” (Dec/Jan 08-09) It featured kids from all over the country hunting big and small game.  I really feel that Erika did a great job preserving a small slice of the the heritage of the great outdoors as seen through the eyes of the future.   Hunting is in my blood, and there is no way around it.

Thanks Erika for taking the time to come up and photograph us, one of the highlights of my young life.

Here is the link http://www.fieldandstream.com/photos/gallery/hunting/whitetails/2007/11/young-blood-erika-larsen-photographs-future-hunting?photo=15#node-1000014269

 

Where Eagles Dare,PWL,

Jason

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dealing with adversity


How do you deal with adversity?

What strains my nerves about more than anything is when people whine and complain about little nuances.  When things start to go wrong have you ever noticed how much people whine and complain instead of looking for solutions and responding positively.  It’s one thing to voice displeasure and another to whine and be pissy.  When I am in a situation and voice my displeasure I am already actively trying to figure out a solution.  As I do with many real life situations, I transitioned from the particular baseball situation an asked myself what would happen if you kept a whining and complaining attitude in the mountains.  These mental mistakes can and will destroy you.  Remember, making the choice to hunt in the mountains means you are purposely seeking out adversity. The mountains don’t care if you fail and the animals certainly don’t either, Hell they’re trying to live.   The glory of the success we hear about in the mountains is a very brief snap shot of the entire realm of the hunt. Really the pictures of a successful hunt are just the middle of the adversity.  Anyone who has hauled an animal off a mountain can back me on that.      If you crack easily under adversity then I’ll tell you now, the mountains will have no mercy, shred your sorry carcass and leave you as a shell of your former self.

From many years of quietly observing whiners and complainers I have broken down what happens into three phases.   First, negative thoughts begin circulating your thoughts  which leads  using negative verbal language.  Both these tear down your determination and desire to succeed.  God forbid you have a hunting partner with you when this starts.  Once you allow negative language to seep into your being,  this takes a toll on your physical body.  Your body language and action are one of self-pity and being defeated.   At this point unless you can find a way to get your head back in the game fast, the mountain has you toasted.  There is a difference between whining and voicing frustration, it’s your response. Now like I asked, how do you deal with adversity? Dealing with adversity comes from within you, from what I’ve leaned this past baseball season; everyone has their own style of dealing and coping with adversity.  I guess the best way to teach how to deal with adversity is to explain the ways that have worked best for me.  First you have to start by build your mental fortitude by believing you are tougher than any physical situation the mountains can throw you. This takes time and practice, so start now. When that bull gives you the slip and takes off up that avalanche chute; do you wuss out or tighten your boot laces?  Second, I get over it.  When failure strikes I salvage the positive, learn from the negative, then make a game plan to move on.  One of the biggest things with hunting is learning from failure and not turning your back on the valuable lessons the painful situations possess.  The wild gives you the tests first and the lessons second.  Finally, mentally prepare your approach to the mountains far before you hit the trail head.  Your approach and how you deal with adversity is uniquely yours.  True you won’t really know what the Mountains are going to pitch until you get out there.  But by taking the right approach and mentality when you go to push the wild limits, you can dominate the mountains and put your quarry in the freezer.

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Turkey Journal 2012 Day2- Box calls, Badboy Buggies and a 1rst


Driving back into camp around 7:30 last night we again saw the same group of birds where we had left them 12 hours earlier, high up on a hill at the back side of the property.  Austin and I made our way to the back corner of the property in the fading daylight to try and put the big gobbler to bed.  Not a single response.    4 am the alarms again went off and we hiked to what we call the square field and waited for daylight.  Again no response from any direction and I was beginning to become concerned, our morning only got better.  While Easing our way from the far corner of the field  to a new freshly plowed plot over a small rise , A very large  turkey appeared from the far side of the rise sprinting into the woods in front of us.  Where did that bird come from and what spooked it on the other side.  After  sitting  for over an hour in hopes we could call it back, we decided to continue in our original direction. The plan was to circle below the freshly plowed area in stead of exposing ourselves by walking straight over the hill, strategic plan I know.  To our amazement we found what spooked the bird.   From a distance I could see a large black blob sitting right on the edge of the woods but realized something quickly, it had headlights.  Upon further inspection we identified the vehicle as an electric 4×4 which explains why we never heard any motor running.   I don’t know where the other guy was but I knew that he was the one that had begun yakking away on an old box call.  Now I was ticked and popped a raspy diaphragm in my mouth determined to show this other guy who sounded better.  Getting into a calling war with another hunter can be very satisfying when you sufficiently make the other sound foolish and assert your dominance as the primo caller in the area.    Shaking my head in frustration,  I suggested we head back towards east Jesus(camp) and attempt to locate a bird in the later part of the morning.  Several stops at vantage points produced nothing but increasingly bothersome black nats.  One even flew in my eye, protein?   I was bringing to doubt the morning would produce anything and was dreading the drive of shame back to school.  The lone gobble we got came above our camp at about 9 o’clock, we were less than 150 yards apart.  Diving for the closest trees we scurried to get ready.  Not two minutes  and a few yelps later this young Jake walked into our laps on a sting down the log trail.  This young bird was curious and wouldn’t keep his head still for a shot.  Two soft yelps and he stuck his head straight up , Austin let my little 20 gauge bark completely stoning the bird at twenty yards.    For his first bird I’ll take it man, what an incredible change of events.  Watching  Austin’s excitement as we celebrated reminded me there is nothing quite like carrying your first bird out of the woods. Do you remember yours?

Where Eagles Dare, PWL,

Jason

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Turkey Journal 2012


May 1, 2012

Day 1

 

Full of anticipation for opening day, Austin and I pulled into camp late last night around 11, quickly set up our sleeping bags and crashed.    The wind was howling harder than I wanted but held hope that the weather would calm down by the morning.   3:45 am our alarms went off catapulting us from the camp bunks and into our camouflage.  Standing on the front porch it appeared our wishes had come true. The wind had seemed to die down quite a bit except for the high ridges.  I shouldn’t have let myself get too excited.  As we were set to leave camp about 4:30, the rain began to trickle down from the dark abyss of the sky above us. Rain doesn’t deter me especially hunting turkeys.  In fact I’ve had better luck in the rain than on sunny spring mornings.  As we chose our set up, the wind picked up strongly from the south bringing a monsoon that seemed hell bent on flooding the earth a second time .  Despite having rain gear we still both looked like contestants in a wet t-shirt contest.  A branch hanging about 10 feet above my head sent a steadily irritating stream of water down the back of my neck.  My stretch fit face mask became so wet so quickly, it seemed to suction to my face giving me the sensation I was being felt by an octopus.   We managed to sit tight for an hour and a half but the wind, rain and fog were not helping the cause.   I needed to get back to school by 9 o’clock to board the bus for a rescheduled baseball game; we left the woods around 7:30.  This is where things began to get interesting.  On our way out from camp, we can see the backside of the property.  Sure enough a big ol’ stutter and his hen where putting on a show in perfect position for us to make a play on.  Here was a good chance at an opening day gobbler but I was a slave to the clock.  We pulled over on the country road and watched the gobbler chase his hen around for at least ten minutes while we frantically tried to get in touch with my baseball coach to inquire about the status of the game.  His response hinted that he may not have appreciated me asking such a question.  Our final decision was to let he bird be and go after him tomorrow morning and I stepped on the peddle and sped back towards school.  The rain moved off leaving gray overcast clouds, the prefect turkey weather.  I was so miffed that we had to leave the bird, that was until we got back to school and was in the midst of eating breakfast.  At 8:45 My phone buzzed, a message from coach, “Game cancelled study up and have a nice day.”  I still don’t know whether to laugh or cry, welcome to turkey season

 

Where Eagles Dare,PWl,

 

Jason

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