2013 Wyoming Mule Deer

When our group didn’t draw Non-resident Wyoming elk Tags, we looked into the Deer and Pronghorn Draw.

I looked at the Draw odds for a limited entry unit, and determined that my odds were reasonable if I applied for the higher priced “Special Tag” With five preference points, I was able to draw my unit. The problem was, I’d never set foot in that country until I set up camp on September 23rd.

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After setting up my wall tent and stove, I climbed a mountain I’d decided to focus on that sat ringed by a pretty well traveled road. i assumed the road would cause the deer to be concentrated at the highest point, far from the road at 10,000 feet elevation. What I did find was plenty of elk sign, but very little deer sign, or deer.
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At a secluded lake I was fortunate to witness a six point bull elk with his harem as they ghosted into the timber. I also spotted three more small bulls at a distance, but returned to camp without a single deer sighting. I began to doubt my deer spotting ability.

The next morning I glassed the side of the mountain as daylight spread across the mountain. One lone pair of deer were skylines briefly so I went to that side to see if I could find more of their ilk. Sign was more prevalent, but downed trees and steep side hills funneled me back down before I could reach the summit. I slunk back to my camp, and was surprised to see a small branch antlered buck watching me from the roadside. I attempted a stalk , but the wind was wrong, and the deer had vanished by the time I returned.

That afternoon, I watched a tiny spike feeding unconcerned along the treeline, and began to re-evaluate where I was looking for deer. After chatting with a local glassing for bear, I headed to another nearby area for a different angle to glass the mountainside.

When I arrived at my location I busied myself getting a tripod set up to glass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a deer eying me. It was a buck! I ranged him at 27 yards then came to full draw. Looking at his forked horns then back at his clear vitals, I said “Whack, you are dead”. Then his small 3 point companion tempted me, and I “counted coup”, and let down.

As I turned to go back to glassing, I spotted another buck. I ranged him at 99 yards. He was bigger! He had me pegged but seemed unconcerned. Soon he was joined by another, then a third, and a fourth buck. Between the four of them they began to act a little spooky, but more inquisitive.

Eventually they high stepped into cover. A few minutes later I saw them heading back up the mountain, towards a decommissioned road, I made plans to venture onto in the morning.

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I awoke to a dusting of snow, and clouds that promised more. The intensity increased as I walked up the road that now was a game trail. Along the way I bumped numerous does and fawns, but the visibility disintegrated as the morning wore on. The swirling winds caused a nice buck to spook out 200 yards ahead of me, too far for a shot or even a clear photo. At 11:00 am I called it and headed back to camp.

As I walked back to camp I made the decision I would go to lower ground for the night then return when the weather cleared.   As I packed up I could see there was going to be significant accumulation.  I ended up packing tent, stove and all my gear as a foot of snow came down in two hours.  It was a butt puckering drive down the 18 miles to the highway.  I broke the drivers side windshield wiper.  With big wet flakes piling up on the windshield I did not want to lose momentum by trying to stop and repair the wiper.  So I alternated wiping away the snow with my left hand and looking through the passenger side that the wiper was barely keeping up.

I was able to wire the wiper blade on when I reached the highway, and at that point I’d decided I was done for a day or so in the high country.  I headed for town, bought a new wiper blade, and a pair of Pac Boots (Kenetrek Grizzly’s) and spent the night with some friends in a warm, dry bed with sheets.

The next four days are covered in the story of my Antelope hunt….

After tagging out on my antelope hunt, we established our base camp at our friend’s place and commuted to the deer unit.  Monday’s evening scouting trip did not turn up any deer, so we tried a new spot in the morning based on some conversations with the locals.

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My father and uncle came along to add extra eyes.  We saw does and small bucks early just after daybreak, as well as a bull , cow and calf elk.  Then we covered six miles on foot before lunch, as we peeked into bucky looking niches surrounded by aspens on a glacial carved bench. We surprised a band of pronghorn at 150 yards and throughout the day we bumped them repeatedly.  We chuckled as a young buck brought a potential girlfriend within 30 yards of us in the open.  Finally, the boss buck ran him off, and we watched him cast aimlessly about looking for company the rest of the afternoon.

Another highlight of the evening was watching a cow and yearling elk feed out on our right while four does fed out on the tree edges on our right.  We walked off the hill at dark, and had dinner in town.


The next morning we returned to where I’d had my archery season encounter with the six bucks.  Almost immediately I saw a buck on the skyline.  I attempted a stalk, but he busted me and ran off into the thick timber before I could get him in my sights.  I felt like I’d blown my only opportunity I’d have and i began doubting my decision to pass on the little bucks the week prior.

After talking with a couple of road traveling moose hunters, we used the time remaining of the morning to still hunt along a treeline paralleling a road.  At 10:00 am my father convinced me to return to the truck.  I remember him asking me.  “So what do you want?”  meaning did I want to hike to the top of the mountain, or glass from below.

My smart aleck reply was “I want a buck to step out in front of me near the truck ” in a joking tone.

As we reached the pickup parked along the road, a buck stood up and ambled toward the treeline.  I could see deep forks and long lines with my naked eye.

I sprinted into the trees and he locked eyes with me like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  His antlers were obscured by branches, even at the bow close range.  When he moved his head, I saw antlers, and put the crosshairs on his shoulders and jerked the trigger.   Once again I obliterated a shoulder as he crashed through the trees and fell dead just steps from where I pulled the trigger.

Upon closer examination I saw he had long tines and a huge body.  I was glad to be done hunting even though I knew there were monster bucks in the unit.

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He joined my antelope at Fetzner Taxidermy for the European mount treatment, and I look forward to the final mount.  His 130 pounds of hanging weight became steaks and breakfast sausage at Hog Island Meats.

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2013 Wyoming Antelope Adventure

My Father, Uncle and I all had Wyoming Antelope tags. In addition I also had a limited unit deer tag, 80 miles from the Antelope unit.  Our Antelope hunt was scheduled for the last weekend in September, before my Deer rifle season opened.

One complicating factor was the fact that a freak Fall snowstorm blew in and made travelling the roads challenging.

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We spent a couple days enjoying the warm fire, and hot coffee of Big Sandy Lodge while we waited for the weather to break.

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When it finally cleared we drove down to the desert on Saturday with our good buddy Tony, to find some speed goats.  Tony is a long time Wyoming resident who was getting ready to go in for a hip replacement surgery.  He couldn’t run the hills with us hunting for deer, but he was able to help us navigate the maze of two tracks on the High Desert.

2013-09-28 13.23.48We were happy that the lower elevations did not have as much snow accumulation.

2013-09-28 17.48.43After some adventures that involved a large flock of sheep, some slimy two track, a couple groups of antelope we passed on, and an arroyo that tried its best to capture us, we were driving towards some distant antelope that held promise.  Another large herd diverted our attention, and I got out and got ready to shoot if the buck met our standards.

Now, remember, I’d been bowhunting deer for 3 of the 5 prior days.  I was feeling a little uncertain about whether I was going to leave Wyoming empty handed.  While it was a far cry from “Last Call”, I was not holding out for a Booner buck.   While Tony, my father and uncle debated the merits of the buck, I saw prongs above the ears, good mass, a nice curl and decided I could look at him for the next few years.

I announced:  “I like the buck with the herd”

No response, and no objection from the rest of the crew, so I took up the slack in the trigger, and the shot broke to my surprise.  I re-centered the scope at 7x and saw him run off with the herd, slowing and stumbling and finally cartwheeling as the 25 does ran off over the horizon. My 150 grain bullet had passed through both shoulders and the heart from 350 yards.  the bullet hit a good 6 inches from my point of aim, confirming the distance estimation.

My uncle and I took care of field dressing and photography chores as my father and Tony tried to make a play on the original buck we’d sighted, to no avail.  We returned to the Big Sandy Lodge that evening to finish the skinning. A rough taping measured his horns to be 14 inches over the curl, with 5 1/2 inch bases.  We estimated my first pronghorn to be about 70 inches total.

2013-09-28 16.41.36The next day we dropped down into the desert to see if we could fill a couple more tags.  We had narrowed down our search area to an area around an artesian well head that irrigated a patch of desert and attracted numerous groups of antelope.  Almost immediately we saw a heavy lone buck  my father was intrigued by.   This buck was very wary, moving out the moment our truck stopped.  My father got out to try to stalk into range as we backed off to watch from afar.  From the movements of the buck we decided to put my uncle Colby in a flanking  position to the East that would give him an opportunity at the buck if he did not pass in range of my father.

As it happened, the buck spotted Colby and spooked off in a North by  Northwestern direction.  We collected Colby to try a play on a group of three antelope further East.  Meanwhile my father is still pursuing the original buck on foot.

We were able to get Colby into position 287 yards from the buck in the group.  He fired once hitting the buck, but he refused to go down.  Shortly after we heard multiple shots to the West.  The sheer volume made us think it was Sage Grouse hunters we had seen earlier.  While Tony and Colby watched his buck, I drove back to where I’d left my father earlier.

I arrived back at the spring, and did not see my father in the immediate vicinity.  Then on the farthest Northern Horizon, I saw him waving his blaze orange hat.

I navigated the two tracks until a slick clay bottomed creek stopped my progress.  I continued on foot to find him deboning an antelope.

It turns out that he had doggedly pursued that original buck, and Colby’s shot had actually turned the buck into his direction.  The multiple shots we had heard, were indeed from him, and although lighter in the ammo department, he did collect his buck, all the while on foot.  It was a real testament to commitment, as he was over a mile and a half from the original drop off point and had zig-zagged all throughout the coulees in pursuit.  Not bad for a 71 year-old Californian.

With Dad and his Antelope in the truck we drove back to where Colby had his buck bedded.  A quick followup shot (through a shoulder) ended the chase, and like that we had filled 3 antelope tags in less than 24 hours.

2013-09-29 15.06.41This was our first Antelope hunt as a family, and I’ve gained a new appreciation for this style of hunting.  It gave us a chance to get out and pursue big game animals with our good friend Tony, but was not a grueling backcountry ordeal, as some other adventures have been.  We saw lots of animals, lots of country, and had plenty of opportunity to fill tags.  If you are considering a first time Western hunt for a youngster or mobility limited individual, I think antelope hunting provides an alternative to a traditional “Stand” hunt.   However if you want to “walk one down” , like my father that is always an option as well!

We all three took our antelope to Steve Fetzner, of Cora Wyoming to be made into European mounts.  I will share those results when they arrive.

We took the meat to Hog Island Meat Co.’s mobile facility in Pinedale.  After hanging for a few days, Bill had it in Cryovac packages the next Saturday, ready for our trip home.

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Western States Crew Report 2013


When my running mentor, 52 year old Lori Barekman, was selected to run the Western States 100 mile Endurance Run, I immediately volunteered to do whatever she needed to assist in her successful completion. Our mutual friend Liana Hibbard served as the chairman of our crewing committee, while 28 year old Ericka Jennison took on the pacing duties. She and Liana had successfully paced/crewed Lori to her 50 mile qualifying race at Firetrails in the previous October.

In the months preceding, Lori had lined up a training plan and included us in many of the training races. Lori and I both ran the Grizzly Peak 50k, where she took 2nd in her Age group, and was 2nd woman overall. At the Miwok 100 K Liana and I crewed Lori. I was honored to pace her the final 12 miles from Tennessee Valley through Muir Beach, up to Cardiac Aid Station and into Stinson Beach. The course was shortened to 60 K due to fire concerns. Once again Lori won her age group. However, she had planned on a 60 mile race to determine her endurance over 50 miles. Without time to schedule another 50 mile plus race, Lori forged ahead with her training plans.

Between races I would meet with Lori and some other ultra-runners for a Thursday night run in our local state park. In the early Spring, we could run by headlamp over technical trails for a 4-7 mile distance to prepare for the running in the dark the race would require. As summer increased the day length, our evening runs soon did not require headlamps anymore and it became just another run.

Soon Lori had outgrown my pace and distance ability. Her weekends became 30/20’s, 30 miles on Saturday, and 20 miles on Sunday. Thursday night runs got to be longer distances in shorter time periods. In April, she checked the Annadel Half Marathon race course markings before the race, and then lined up with a race number to run it a second time. Memorial Day Weekend she and Ericka ran back to back runs from Robinson Flat to Foresthill on the WS100 course, and From Foresthill to Rucky Chucky the next day. We knew she was constantly improving in condition, despite the inky unknown of the mileage above 50.

Soon we all met to discuss our Crewing Strategy. We determined we would meet Lori at 5 points along the course that were crew accessible. Lori and Ericka made up drop bags for aid stations we would not be attending and coordinated fueling strategies. Lori’s friends and family made plans to meet along the way to cheer Lori on.

Runner and Crew: Lori in front of Myself, Liana, and Ericka.  Friday afternoon before the race.

Runner and Crew: Lori in front of Myself, Liana, and Ericka. Friday afternoon before the race. photo by J. Barekman

Race Day -1
I met Erica, Lori and Lori’s mother, in Squaw Valley the Evening of June 27th . The next morning Lori and Ericka checked in and delivered drop bags while I participated in the Montrail Uphill Challenge that goes from the base of Squaw Valley to the High Camp Tram station near the top of the Squaw Valley Property. It took me an Hour to cover the 6 kilometers and 2500 vertical feet. Speedy ultra-runner Chandra Farnam was there to greet me at the top with a hug and photo op. After catching my breath, she suggested we run back down, so we descended in less than half the time it took to climb, chatting along the way.

Hanging out with Chandra On the Montrail Uphill Challenge

Hanging out with Chandra during the Montrail Uphill Challenge. Selfie by Chandra

That afternoon I picked Liana up from Auburn where we had positioned her car close to the finish. We did not want to be driving an extra 120 miles to retrieve it after 30 hours on our feet. We all enjoyed pizza that night and prepared for a 3:00 am wake up before the 5:00 am start. Liana and I both had difficulty sleeping with a next door neighbor noisily Skype-ing in the middle of the night. After the second request she quieted down, but morning still came with a vengeance

Race Start

Just Before the Start at 5:00 am.  This smile was on Lori's and Ericka's faces 95% of the time.

Just Before the Start at 5:00 am. This smile was on Lori’s and Ericka’s faces 95% of the time. Photo by J. Barekman

The Start line of Western States is similar to most ultras that start before daylight, with the exception of people (runners and non-runners alike) getting their photos taken under the start line, and the volume of the crowd, the excitement in the air is electric. Flashes are going off, with the Eastern horizon turning grey. What is particularly impressive is that the starting gun is a shotgun.  After the runners have stretched out along the trail, discussion turns to whether to go back to bed for a couple hours or get a coffee and stay up.

We chose to get another 2 hours of sleep before we packed the car and headed to Robinson Flat for the first of our Crew Accessible Aid Stations. In the Trailblazer SUV, we had Ericka, Lori’s Mom (Hereafter referred to as “MOM”), Liana and I along with all our luggage, and crewing supplies that included 27 pounds of Ice. The day had already begun to heat up as the sun stretched across Squaw Valley.

Our guide to reaching the Crew accessible aid stations.

Our guide to reaching the Crew accessible aid stations.

Robinson Flat
We made our way down the highway and turned off on to Foresthill Road that narrowed down to a narrow undivided paved mountain road for the last 18 miles. Near the end we encountered the volume of crew traffic lined up to park at the Forest service trailhead that served as an aid station. Not wanting to miss Lori, I went ahead with a pack containing the essentials and a chair, while Liana parked the car, and followed after. At the aid station I met up with Alan Marshall and Becky Wells who were already ready and waiting. Shortly after, Lori’s husband Wade, and his family arrived on scene.

Next to us were the family and crew for another renowned local ultra-running veteran, #51 Kelly Ridgeway. When Kelly came in I watched them as they tended to her with an efficiency and speed I admired. It was clear they had done this before. I asked them a couple questions and they were very helpful in quieting my anxiety about crewing a 100 mile runner.

We discussed the check point updated that we had received via Ultralive.com and expected Lori in the time period that reflected a 27-28 hour pace. She was on schedule and pretty jubilant as she passed through the medical check. Lori even stopped to take pictures of her family before she came far enough down the line for us to tend to her. It was clear she was having fun in her first Western States Race.

When Lori arrived a little after noon, we packed her bottle with Ice, changed out her Hydration pack with ice and Tailwind solution. Her seven year old daughter, Mariana, sprayed her arms and legs with ice water, and reapplied sunscreen. As a final step we gave her a chocolate Ensure, and a frozen Ensure in her run vest for further along the trail. Lori left, snapping photos of us, 29.7 miles down with 26 miles before we would see her again.


A frozen bottle of Ensure to go at Robinson Flat. Photo by Shawn Wallace.

Liana got Mom Barekman transferred into Wade’s vehicle for the remainder of the trip, and the three of us made our way down the hill towards Michigan Bluff, where we expected Lori between 6:30 and 7:30 in the evening.

Michigan Bluff

Since it was mid-day we headed into Foresthill for lunch. The most popular place other than the School which served as the checkpoint and aid station was Worton’s Market. The coffee and deli counter fueled us up as we looked over the Canyon carved by the Middle Fork of the American River. From there we made our way to a side road near the Michigan Bluff Checkpoint where we connected with Shawn Sullivan. Shawn is another local trail runner who had made the trek up in the morning. He had been inspired during Memorial Day weekend training runs and hoped to pace a runner along the course. Ericka Shawn and I pulled up sleeping pads in the shade for an afternoon siesta, while Liana checked in with Wade and the rest of the clan who had also stopped to eat in Foresthill. Liana collected us at 6:00 pm to hike down the ½ mile long, steep road to the aid station. Mom Barekman stepped lively along with 7 year old Mariana and the rest of the family.

Now Liana had collected check-in times while we were napping and Lori’s pace looked especially fast going into Millers Defeat at mile 34.4 and Last Chance at mile 43.8. These downhill sections are followed by a steep climb up to Devil’s Thumb with 1500 feet of gain followed by another deep canyon known as El Dorado. Michigan Bluff is at the top of the 1800 foot climb out of the hole that can be as hot as 110 degrees F. Lori had mentioned that this hot section could be her toughest stretch, and expressed concern about the heat.


We arrived in Michigan Bluff and surveyed the runners coming in. None of the runners we saw ahead of Lori looked “good”. We even saw one we thought was close to getting pulled from the course. Volunteers were dousing runners with water and few were running in or out of the aid station. Crews were spending 20-30 minutes getting their runners cooled off, and fed. As Lori’s early arrival time passed, I found myself getting nervous. My mind began manufacturing disturbing scenarios. Shadows began growing long when Lori came walking into Michigan Bluff at 7:02 pm.

Mariana giving us instructions on what Lori needs.  Photo by J. Barekman

Mariana giving us instructions on what Lori needs. Photo by J. Barekman

No longer did she have a goofy smile or joke with us. I could tell she was perturbed that she had gained weight in some of the aid stations and made us remove her hydration reservoir that held the Tailwind solution. She even ditched her tiny mp3 player “because it was too heavy”. She sipped on a cup of chicken broth as we applied insect repellant. Even Chandra our friend encouraged Lori to eat before the next aid station. We shooed Lori out of the aid station with two Ensures, and began the long hike back up to the car.

Lori had left her drop bag for this section with us, and in our hurry to attend to her, we neglected to give her the headlamp intended for this section. Granted there was enough light to make it to the next checkpoint, but the fact we had slipped up caused me some consternation and Liana chided me on my outburst. On the 20 minute drive to Foresthill I stewed about not sticking to the plan. Luckily we found a parking spot close to the aid station, and Liana kept my mind and hands occupied as she sent me to change into running gear to accompany Lori from the Bath Road aid station 1.4 miles away.

I walked/jogged about a mile and a quarter and met Lori flanked by Becky and Alan hiking with authority up the hill out of the Bath aid station. Lori was chattering excitedly and both Becky and Alan were all smiles. I immediately realized my worries had been unfounded. Lori was BACK! We ran the last half mile into Foresthill at 8:39 pm as passing crews shouted encouragement and commented on how good she looked. The evening was cooling and Lori was certainly perked up despite not having her headlamp. I peeled off as she entered the aid station and met up with the rest of the Crew where Ericka waited at the pacer pick up point. We rigged Lori with light and she said good night to her daughter and husband before jogging off into the sunset with Ericka alongside.

Liana applies bug dope while I rig the headlamp that Lori wore around her waist.  photo by J. Barekman

Liana applies bug dope while I rig the headlamp that Lori wore around her waist. photo by J. Barekman

At this point we sent the family off to dinner in Auburn. It was before 9:00 pm. Just then a race official called out asking for volunteer pacers. Our friend Shawn stepped up and accepted. We then spent the next 30 minutes getting Shawn ready to pace. Liana took charge of his car, and dead cell phone, and sent me ahead to dinner. Liana then made contact with the runner’s crew, the wife and son of Gregg Holst, a 54 year old from Pennsylvania. After she got Shawn matched up with his runner, she met me in Auburn, along with another couple (Ryan and Kim) that knew Lori and came to watch the race on a whim. We four ate a late dinner at the Auburn Alehouse and convoyed to the Green Gate Aid Station shortly before midnight.

Green Gate
I was warned by another past crew member that Green gate was where “things happen”. The combination of a long hot day, and the late hour make normally rational people forget things. Keys get lost, supplies get dropped, exhaustion sets into the crew.

Despite the late hour the parking along the road above Green Gate was crowded. It was 1.7 miles to the Aid station from the end of the road, and I had to park nearly a mile from there. We fumbled in the dark with supplies, and I worried we might miss our runners. (I had mistakenly thought they would arrive an hour earlier). I ran down ahead to Green Gate, leaving the three behind and found they had not come through yet. So I sat down in the dark to wait.

Somehow, Liana and I missed one another in the dark and crowd at the Green Gate Aid Station. While I waited there, she hiked all the way down to Rucky Chucky (another 1.7 miles down the canyon). Cell service was spotty at best, and we had no good means of communicating. After Lori and Ericka came through I hiked out, while she waited there for Shawn and his runner until 4:00 am (another 2:25 hours). Behind the headlamps they looked good. The aid station had topped off their water, and I changed our Lori’s Ensure once more. They trotted off into the darkness with 20 miles to go to the finish and 13 miles before I caught them at Highway 49.

Here is where it got crappy. Liana hiked out 3.2 miles of steep uphill to return to a Shawn’s car with a dead battery. Now after 24 hours with no sleep something like that really upsets people.  Once Liana got a jump start she rallied and continued on to No Hands Bridge four miles from the finish.  I had been waiting in Cool where the shuttle was taking people to Highway 49.

Highway 49 Crossing and Robie Point

Highway 49 crossing is an Oasis of Light after a long dark night.

Highway 49 crossing is an Oasis of Light after a long dark night.

The Highway 49 aid station is a work of art. It has more amenities than some race finish lines I’ve been to. Pancakes, smoothies, eggs, hashbrowns, coffee, and hot chocolate. They announce the runners before they cross the highway over a PA, so sleepy crews can shuffle to tend to their runner. These volunteers from Shadowchase Running club from Modesto know their stuff!.

When Ericka and Lori came into Highway 49 they both were smiling and chipper. Ericka remarked that the aid station volunteers would look at Lori and come alive. I suppose it was a welcome relief from cranky runners. One other crew member for another runner said “My husband has been an absolute a-hole since mile 60. Your runner is in a better mood than I am!” Lori drank 2 smoothies and some Coca Cola, and I gave Ericka her Starbucks Frappaccino for the final push. The crowd of Crew and Volunteers roared as they trotted out of the aid station where others had plodded.

I hustled to get back to the car and then to Auburn. As I walked to the Robie Point aid station I found myself welling up with emotion when Liana texted from No Hands, two miles away: “They’re out!”

The Finish

Forty minutes later Ericka and Lori strode into view around the corner and barely broke stride through the aid station. I joined them hiking the final uphill section and nearly broke down in tears as Lori’s family joined in the last quarter mile before the stadium. Ericka and I joined hands with Lori and her daughter Mariana before we ducked off to the side to let Lori and her daughter finish together as the clock hit 26:59:15. A moment I will remember forever…

Mariana and Lori cross the finish together.  photo by Chandra Farnham

Mariana and Lori cross the finish together. Photo by Chandra Farnham

The rest of the morning was kind of a blur. Liana and I tried to find Shawn and his runner and missed them by seven minutes at No Hands Bridge. During the night we were sure he was going to DNF, he had come alive in the morning hours. I rushed back to Robie Point and accompanied Shawn and Gregg the last 1.3 miles, and Gregg’s first WS100 finish in 29:42:22.

There was two hours between Shawn and his runner finishing and awards. At this point the adrenaline and emotion of the moment are mixed with the 30 hours of no sleep. You find your patience thin, and thought processes jumpy. As a crew member I felt an obligation to tend to Lori but the family had her completely taken care of. Our pacers Shawn and Ericka accepted our services though. Ericka’s parents were kind enough to leave a cooler with some Lagunitas as they retrieved Ericka’s car from Squaw Valley. Even though it was still morning, 38 miles and 95 degrees made a cold IPA appropriate.


Shawn cools off after pacing Gregg to his first Western States Finish.

We lounged under the canopy on the Placer High school Football field, eating popsicles and ice cream passed out by volunteers until the awards ceremony. It seemed to drag on forever until Lori’s name was called and we hooted and hollered and generally made a fuss before we made our way back to our cars to drive back to our lives, and a long nap. (I managed 12 hours straight when I got home)


Lori gets her Finishers Buckle. Photo By Chandra Farnam


Crew, Friends and Family.
Photo by Chandra Farnham

168 hours after that weekend, I’ve had plenty of time to digest what I was so honored to be a part of. It is still hard to convey the emotion you feel when “your runner” crosses that finish line. We were lucky to have such an upbeat and positive runner who ran a smart and strong race. I can only imagine the heartbreak of the 106 runners, and their pacers and crews who didn’t make it to the finish. That said, I will crew again if the opportunity presents itself. Despite the long hot hours, it is just too rewarding.

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Last Chance Broadhead Shoot Sonoma County Bowmen

1168288711This year, the Sonoma County Bowmen added another shoot to their lineup with an unmarked distance Broadhead shoot. Hunting VP Hans Olufs and his wife Adrienne, the owners of West Coast Archery Shop created a 20 target shoot at 3-d animals in realistic hunting situations, in the oak woodlands and pastures of Ranch Neblina.

Archers Shot in 3 classes, Compound, Recurve, and Longbow . No complicated rules on sights, releases, stabilizers, just “shoot what you brung”… So long as you had a broadhead that measured at least 7/8” across.

It was a one arrow shoot. A “heartshot” scored 10, a “lung shot” scored 8 and anywhere else on the animal except antler or horn scored 5. With 20 targets a perfect score was 200. Targets ranged from 15 to 50 yards in distance, but the terrain added some difficulty to range estimation and footing.

At the end of the day, We gathered around a delicious barbecue lunch from Bros Barbecue, as awards were given out to the top shooter in each class.  Wac ’em Archery graciously donated a pack of Exit four blade Broadheads to the winner of each class.

Winners were:
Men’s Compound: Joe Costarella
Womens Compound: Viki Balich
Men’s Recurve: Denis Smith
Women’s Longbow: Marilyn Dutra
Men’s Longbow: Tim Kallas

After awards, the fundraising raffle went off with all sorts of great prizes donated including a tree stand, a Bowie knife, a case of Lagunitas Beer, as well as some apparel from Blacktail Gear that got a ride home with me.

I spent the day shooting with a couple of fellow avid hunters.  Joe Goncalves, and Ben Berto were full of great hunting stories and experiences so the day flew as we worked around the course in the 70 degree sun.


Ben, Joe and John enjoying the Summer sun with less than a month before the California Archery Season for deer opens

Ben and Joe shot well all day, racking up 10’s and 8’s for most of the day.  However they each slipped up on their range estimation once, and each blanked a target.  I ran hot and cold for most of the day and we all ended up within three points of one another.  Joe got second in the Compound class for his efforts.

At the end of the day, I felt confident in my bowhunting setup, that I could kill cleanly within ethical distances.  The unmarked distance aspect keeps you on your toes for those times you cannot range your target.  Already, the shooters I talked to are looking forward to next years Last Chance Broadhead Shoot.

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Day 3- Western States Training Run

After spending 2 days traipsing the Hills of Tejon Ranch at the California State Broadhead Championship, I drove to Gold Country to take part in the Third Day of The Western States Training Camp. I would be joining my training partner Shawn Sullivan, who had completed the first two days of 32 and 19 miles. Saturday was Robinson Flat to Foresthill and Sunday was from Foresthill to White oak Flat. Our WS qualifier, Lori had done the first two days along with another trail running friend, Ericka. She wished us well in a text from Starbucks before she returned home.

Monday Morning we met at Placer High school (the site of the Western States Finish line), where we caught school buses to a couple miles above Greengate.

The Road down to Greengate was designated a NO PEE zone, and signs every few yards reminded us. When the Sign said “Bathroom OPEN,” I felt obliged, as did nearly half the group. It was amusing to hear the conversations and comments the next quarter mile.

The Trail was mostly downhill for the mile after Greengate.

along this stretch we cruised pretty well. the single track was smooth and fast.

We were counting on the First aid station to be at Mile 15 where the trail crossed highway 49. We were surprised when we came to it at Browns bar, mile 12 of the day’s run ..

After the Aid at Browns Bar we ran along the Quarry Road along the river. At this point I started feeling fatigued. It was to be expected since the most long run mileage I’d done in the last 6 weeks was 13 miles.

The Wide open Road and Valley made it feel like I was not making progress as opposed to zipping through the single track. After, a mile along the river a single track trail climbed up to Highway 49. I struggled mightily at this point.

After Highway 49 we hit some more downhill and I caught my stride once more.

It had been overcast all day with very scattered misty rain. I was grateful that I didn’t have to endure the heat that this trail is known for during to run.

We had some Coke, and Brownies, and Oreos and conversation at the No Hands Aid Station The wide flattish road was good running for a half mile then turned up the canyon wall for a steep hike to Robie Point.

I trudged uphill thinking about how hard this would be with 78 more miles on my legs and felt a huge amount of respect for the folks who made it to this point in the race. At Robie, Shawn found a gear, even with having run the two days prior, and left me in the dust. He sprinted into Auburn on the last two miles of pavement, while I walked the slightest hill.

As the Road turned downhill I was able to shuffle into a run and arrive at the High school where the volunteers cut off my bracelet to confirm I’d returned.

I immediately went to the buffet line where volunteers were serving eggs, hashbrowns, pancakes, sausage and bacon. Along with a couple of cups of Orange Juice, I began to feel back to normal. After a change of clothes, Shawn and I re connected, and made our way downtown to talk about our day. We sat on the patio of the Auburn Alehouse and sampled the local Brews.


Shawn has the Western States bug BAD now. His opportunity to qualify will come in October at the Dick Collins Firetrails 50. I am sure as long as he stays healthy, he will do well.


Now I know more about the trail, and I hope I will be able to be more effective as a crew member for our 100 mile runner, Lori. I really understand the romance of the trail and the distance. While I never want to run the race, I am considering doing the 3 days of training run next year. The camraderie of the runners exceeded anything I’d experienced anywhere else.

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Memorial Day Weekend 2013: Three intense days (Part One of Two)

Once more I managed to pack all the action I could handle into a three day weekend. By the numbers it was:

851 miles on the road

84 arrows plus 6 Jackpot arrows

22 miles of trail running

Friday night I drove under the light of the full moon, 350 miles to Tejon Ranch for the California Broadhead Championship.  This shoot is one of the few where real hunting broadheads are used at unmarked distances to test the skill of bowhunters in realistic hunting situations.  The shoot consists of 42 targets on Saturday and 42 targets on Sunday to determine the champion. At the end of 42 targets I had a score of 340 out of 420 possible.  The high score was 392.   Saturday’s score on 42 targets determines the top shooters who then shoot together on the final day.  I had not shot well enough to make it into the Top Flight.  However, Zeke Bass who shot in our group was flighted in the Longbow division.


Our Group on Sunday:

That evening, I entered in the Match shoot.  This was a head-to-head elimination shoot at unmarked distance targets.  the archer closest to the center of the kill won the match and went on to the next round.  Thirty three people signed up.

I made it through the first round of 33 on a 45 yard deer target.

Next was a 35 yard Wild Pig target.  We tied on it and shot to break the tie.  I went on.

Then a 40 yard turkey.  I was matched against the high score leader in the Tournament.  He guessed the yardage shorter, and I was closer, and moved on to the Top 4 round against Chad Martin.

We shot once and tied, then on the second shot Chad eliminated me.  In the Final Round he won the $100 purse.   I was ecstatic.

That night we barbequed and drank beer and spirits as the $10,000 raffle countdown went on into the evening.


On Sunday, I shot a 331, down from the day before.  But we all enjoyed each other’s company and the mood was jovial.


The Shooting group on the second day. From Left to Right: Kiel Bass, Nate Treadwell, Steve, Jason Perez (seated), Jeremy Neely, Myself, Ed Fanchin (seated), Brent Miller.

As soon as the shoot was done on Sunday, I loaded my car to drive to Auburn for the third day of the Western States Training Camp.


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2013 California Turkey

Spent the morning trying to lure in 12 longbeards who wouldn’t leave a hen 80 yds away! . So then we packed up and drove to the next county and set up for a late morning hunt. My buddy, Kirk called in a tom and missed him. We packed up and were coming off the hill when turkeys gobbled below us.

We set up the blind and immediately had 4 jakes come by under the crown of the road, gobbling the whole way. No Shot. They continued up the hill out of view, but we heard a deeper gobble following them.

Then big Daddy came up the road like he owned the place, strutting the whole way. Kirk shot, but the arrow hit the blind at the bottom of the window. It spooked the tom off the road, down the hill, and he re-appeared in the decoys strutting at 15 yards. One arrow just above the beard didn’t put him down, but one follow up trough the back hit vitals.

Official measurements to come Tuesday..

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2013 Annadel Half Marathon Race Report.

After crossing the finish line at Grizzly Peak, my thoughts turned to my next event, in six days, the 4th annual Annadel Half Marathon. I took a couple days off from running, and did an easy 3 miles on Wednesday night. That felt good and the run loosened me up so I did a 6 mile trail run the next night. That run was nearly 6 minutes faster than my previous times on that course. I pronounced myself “recovered” and rested the Friday night before the race.

Now the 6 mile trail run and the 50k less than a week before is not a recommended taper strategy. I had resigned myself to the possibility that when the race day came, I might not feel totally rested. When Lori, my training partner and mentor told me she was checking the course markings before the race and then re-running the race as training for the upcoming Miwok 100k, I knew I needed to “Cowboy Up” and give my best effort on Saturday.

Saturday, as the eastern horizon was becoming a light shade of grey, I was at the gate to Spring Lake Park. As the organizers bustled about, I set up the medical aid tent, also is known as my elk hunting wall tent. A few minutes later, The Fleet Feet Santa Rosa Trail group assembled for a group picture and a short warmup run.


The Fleet Feet Trail training Group. The Shirt motto was “Hills, Spills, and Dirty Thrills!”
Photo by Pete Laskey.


Out for the warmup run with Kim, Al, and the rest of the Fleet feet crew.
Photo by Pete Laskey

As we gathered at the start line Continue reading

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California Bowmen Hunters Biennial Awards

In the end of January,  bowhunters from around California gather to honor the animals entered in CBH Big Game Records program the two years prior. This years event was held in Santa Ana. I attended two years ago and really enjoyed meeting my fellow measurers and bowhunters, as well as taking my family to Disneyland.

This year I received notice that my 2010 Tule elk had won an award as one of the top three recorded between 2010 and 2012. At the last minute I was unable to travel to the event to receive my award.

My 2010 Tule Elk that was the second highest scoring Tule Elk in California in 2010 and 2011.

In this month’s CBH SAA newsletter, I found a great article written by Craig Fritz outlining the awards on page 6. I was particularly intrigued by a couple of the awards presented. It turned out my 2010 Tule elk was the second largest recorded in the two year period with a final score of 236-7/8″ .  The committee actually panel scored the antlers during the previous meeting two years prior.   In addition, the antlers of a blacktail buck I measured as part of the panel at 149-7/8, took the #1 award in California, and also was the #1 in Pope and Young awards for the same recording period.

Two new State records were crowned as well.  Bret Scott’s Desert Sheep at 178-4/8, and Ron Laughlin’s Non-typical Turkey at 28-6/16.

If you join California Bowmen Hunters, you can receive this monthly newsletter as well. Inside you will see all the upcoming shoots and archery leagues throughout the state of California.  You also will help in preserving our bowhunting traditions and privileges through the legislative process.

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Redemption Race: Grizzly Peak 50k


When I missed my 50 k in March due to a long drawn out Flu, and accompanying respiratory difficulties, I was disappointed but happy with the progression of my training up to that point.  The training was its own reward, giving me a good base for the upcoming trail half marathon in April.  I’d been training on long runs with my friend and ultra mentor, Lori.  She had qualified and entered the Western States 100 miler, with a couple of shorter ultras leading up to it as training races.  I’d promised I’d assist with those events, so I had to get back into her training schedule rather than just slack off to HM distance training.  Coincidentally, she missed the March 50k as well due to an injury so we were both “on the mend” throughout the end of March.

 Lori alerted me to the Grizzly Peak Race. When I was able to knock out a 24 mile trail run as the capper to a 40 mile/three day back to back training session, my confidence was high enough.  I entered the 50k that would be 14 days later, on unfamiliar trails, with more elevation gain than I had experienced in any one run or race to date.  I fully expected that this would be my longest time on my feet in my running career.  The course repeated a 13 mile loop twice and finished after another 6 mile section of that trail.  Three times I would be at the “finish” and the urge to drop at 13, and 26 was going to be immense on this challenging course.

 Saturday evening I made the 50 minute drive to a friend’s house in the Berkeley area.  It was 2.5 miles from the Start at Lake Anza.  After a Beer and a baked potato with chili that night I retired to my sleeping bag on a Thermarest air matress.   I had Nacho the cat keeping me company as I read a few pages of Cormac McCarthy to try to take my mind off the looming race.

 I slept well that night and awoke well rested to a cup of coffee and ate 1.5 packets of instant oatmeal.  Lori picked me up and we arrived at the Start with plenty of time to spare.

Weather was cool and foggy, with winds up to 15 mph, and occasional showers. 61 was the predicted high and I wore an Under Armour compression shirt under my tech singlet with a Smartwool merino wool longsleeve over the top.

 The runners at the start consisted of half marathon, 30k, marathon, and 50k distance.  There were 40 runners in the marathon and 40 runners in the 50k distances.

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Before we left the start, Wendell of Coastal Trail Runs gave us our pre-race briefing and mentioned that some of the trails were slippery.  A half mile in we hit a logjam of runners as we tried to negotiate a clay slick trail section that had us scrambling to keep our feet.  My NB Leadville 1210’s did outstanding in the slick mud, but it was still treacherous.

 I bypassed the water aid station at mile 1.7 as runners began to spread out.  Along the next few miles I began to take stock of who was around me.  I noticed an older grey  haired gentleman in cutoff jeans with a plastic water bottle, trail shoes and gaiters.  I figured him for an experienced mountain goat and vowed I wouldn’t try to keep up with him if he left me in the dust.   I later learned he was a 61 year old in the half marathon with 74 Trail races completed in UltraSignup.  There also was a pair of young ladies wearing shirts that said they were “Moving for Leukodema”.  They had a strong contingent of fans along the course.  We traded places back and forth throughout the first loop, walking the steep hills that went up the side of Vollmer peak

 The next aid station Big Springs was 600 ft down at the bottom of the Lupine trail that came down off of Vollmer peak  at mile 4.7 where I topped off my water and grabbed  a quarter of a PB&J sandwich.  I would do this throughout the race, and the solid food, along with Clif Shot blocks kept me pretty well fueled.

 We took Arroyo trail up to the Seaview trail and ran along the smooth rolling ridge top where fog pushed by blustery wind rolled by, and turned down the Big Springs and Quarry trail that took us back to the Big Springs aid station 3.7 miles later.  Another quarter of a pb&j and we climbed back up the side of Vollmer Peak and down the Grizzly Peak trail where we met the slippery Selby trail we had come out.

 I turned around at the start line at about 2:50:00 after 13 miles.  I felt pretty good that I was now running a trail I’d been on once.   The hills weren’t any easier, but I knew they would top out and where there were runnable sections.   There was a lot of uphill trudging along the way.  On the second loop I took a wrong turn up a trail that added 2 miles (and 25-30 minutes) to my second loop.  I could tell because the Leukodema Duo I was leading met me on their third loop as I was a mile from the turn around.

 I’ll have to admit it was tough to not get down on myself for getting off course, but I kept my head up and reminded myself I could do the extra mileage.  I focused on the trail ahead of me.  When I was about 1000 yards from the final turnaround, I passed a smiling 71 year young lady headed out for her final 6 miles in the 50k.  She asked if I was finishing and I replied “Nope, I’m right behind you!”  That cemented my resolve.

 I rolled in to the start area to Lori waiting to kick my ass back out onto the course.  I grabbed my PB&J and topped off my water drank a shot of Coca Cola, and ate as I power walked my way back for the final 6 mile loop.   My goal was to catch the runner ahead of me sometime in the next 6 miles.

 I hit the 1.7 mile water station and no sign of her.  On the latter part of the 1.8 mile climbing section, I would catch a glimpse of her purple shirt above me through the trees.  I kicked it up into a run on the downhill section, and finally caught her a half mile from the finish.  I managed to roll into the finish looking stronger than I felt. The clock read 8:10:xx but I was happy I was able to cover the distance and glad to get my Finisher Coaster with the roaring grizzly emblem.  This one will be on my desk for a while.

 As I drank my recovery beer, and ate some soup I learned Lori had been 2nd woman overall, and 2nd in her age group.  I think she is on track to do well at Miwok in May.

We celebrated with pizza and beer that night and demolished both deep dish and thin crust pizzas. We talked about the Annadel trail half marathon, and how I was going to recover in time to do it.  Right now the elation of finishing a tough race is eclipsing the muscle soreness and time concerns of next week’s race.

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