A normal year finds me in the Utah mountains most of the month of October chasing elk and mule deer. That time is spent with my dad, my brother, my kids, and other “men” in the family packing around our rifles looking to fill the freezer. After more than 30 years of hunting big game with a rifle I decided that 2014 would see a drastic change in my hunting routine. Hunting for me was always about a “guys” trip. I decided that not only was my next big game hunt going to be with my wife, I would be carrying a bow.
I spent countless hours on websites and internet forums. I researched every bow, every arrow, every broadhead. I asked questions, I read reviews, I read articles from respected hunting authorities, and I researched manufacturers. For my broadheads, I decided on Wasp Archery’s Drone.
Some of my friends had heard of Wasp, most had not. Most gravitated toward the highly visible and marketed broadheads being used and plugged by their favorite hunting personality. For me, I wanted something reliable, something tough, and I really wasn’t interested in celebrity endorsements.
I spent many hours practicing with my bow and was very consistent maintaining a tight group out to 80 yards, although I had no intention of shooting over 40. Two weeks before the hunt I made sure my bow was tuned and took my Drones’ for a spin. My first shot was a ten ring at the 20. My second was a 10 ring at the 40. My third was the right height but a little forward at 60. I assumed that was me, smiled, and put my Drones’ back into my “wasps nest.”
It was about 3:00pm the third day of Utah’s spike elk hunt. Denise and I located a herd of elk almost a mile down the canyon I asked her if she was up for the hike and she gave me an enthusiastic, “let’s do it!” An hour later we were at 88 yards above the elk in a burn area. It was open and we were exposed. Denise stayed put and filmed my final stalk on her I-Phone. Forty minutes later I was at 40 yards. After five more minutes, he stood up and took a step forward. I drew, steadied my pin, and launched my Drone.
The arrow hit its mark with a thunderous smack. The bull fell forward, almost dropping in his tracks. He stumbled for about 20 yards and dropped. As I walked toward him, I noticed there was not much of a blood trail. Not that it really mattered; I had watched him fall. When I reached my bull I realized my choice of broadhead had been a good one. I hit the left front shoulder. There was no exit wound, but I noticed his right front leg felt broken. I eventually found that my arrow had blown through both front shoulders, taking out the heart in the process. The right side actually looked like it had been hit by a bullet with many pieces of fragmented bone in the wound channel. The Drone went through the right shoulder, but stopped before piercing the hide. The arrow had broken into three pieces. Although the tip and the blades of the Drone showed signs of the impact, I was amazed at the shape they were in considering they had just destroyed two front shoulders of a bull elk.
I will continue my October hunts with the “boys,” but my new hunting adventures will include August archery hunts with my wife, my bow, and Drone tipped arrows. Thank you Wasp Archery!