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I've met Casey Brooks a few times. For decades, a world record bull is what he's been striving for. With 86 heads hanging in his trophy room, the elk of a lifetime, for most of us, is just another taxidermy bill to him. I'm happy for him, but now he's raised the bar on himself.
I've been told by someone close to him that for years, he wouldn't even draw his bow on a bull that wasn't a potential world record.
 
Ive hunted elk all over the state of Oregon.

I didnt even know of a 400 inch bull elk.

Just to see a 300 inch class bull in the wild would be amazing.

490 inches is almost unbelievable.
There was a herd running out of the Eagle Creek/Salmon-Huckleberry area about 10-15 years ago. HUGE bull. Dad got a picture of the herd with him. Eventually someone got him and I heard he scored 420.
 
Nothing record breaking this morning

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Something about 68 racks on the wall that disheartens me. I've read the books and stories of all the great and even not so great hunters and woodsmen since I was a kid in the 50's, still drawn to them as the woods, mountains, and hunting have always been a major part of my life. Nonetheless, one thing that struck me as a kid and has only increased with age; The sheer gluttony that comes with the mind set of trophy / grand slam hunting. While I love the thrill of reading about the hunt, and can't resist reading about the new trophy score, Ironically, at the same time, I have dwindling respect for the hunter. I would not pass up a trophy, but just as thrilled to be out hunting and bagging a fat cow or even being skunked. I don't need hundreds of Kills, most of which I never even ate, to have lived a satisfied life as a hunter.
 
Something about 68 racks on the wall that disheartens me. I've read the books and stories of all the great and even not so great hunters and woodsmen since I was a kid in the 50's, still drawn to them as the woods, mountains, and hunting have always been a major part of my life. Nonetheless, one thing that struck me as a kid and has only increased with age; The sheer gluttony that comes with the mind set of trophy / grand slam hunting. While I love the thrill of reading about the hunt, and can't resist reading about the new trophy score, Ironically, at the same time, I have dwindling respect for the hunter. I would not pass up a trophy, but just as thrilled to be out hunting and bagging a fat cow or even being skunked. I don't need hundreds of Kills, most of which I never even ate, to have lived a satisfied life as a hunter.
Agreed, 100%.
We eat what we kill. I try to not waste anything!
As long as there is meat in the freezer, though, I've found that I can pass up a buck because he's "not big enough". I'm always hoping for one that's bigger than the last one. :)
 
Something about 68 racks on the wall that disheartens me. I've read the books and stories of all the great and even not so great hunters and woodsmen since I was a kid in the 50's, still drawn to them as the woods, mountains, and hunting have always been a major part of my life. Nonetheless, one thing that struck me as a kid and has only increased with age; The sheer gluttony that comes with the mind set of trophy / grand slam hunting. While I love the thrill of reading about the hunt, and can't resist reading about the new trophy score, Ironically, at the same time, I have dwindling respect for the hunter. I would not pass up a trophy, but just as thrilled to be out hunting and bagging a fat cow or even being skunked. I don't need hundreds of Kills, most of which I never even ate, to have lived a satisfied life as a hunter.
I don't disagree with that, but I wouldn't have minded having been Teddy Roosevelt either.

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Agreed, 100%.
We eat what we kill. I try to not waste anything!
As long as there is meat in the freezer, though, I've found that I can pass up a buck because he's "not big enough". I'm always hoping for one that's bigger than the last one. :)
Hoping for one that's bigger than the last one? I would say you and Mr. Brooks have that in common.
I have no idea where the notion came from that trophy hunters, and their families, don't consume the meat though. As if the carcass is left to rot in the woods? These folks aren't poachers, they're just better funded than most other hunters. Some people collect classic muscle cars, some others collect old Winchesters, muzzle loaders or out of production revolvers from Colt or S&W. It's their passion and pursuit. Jack O'Connor completed the Grand Slam of North American sheep before that phrase was even a thing. I dont recall that he was ever vilified for it. In fact, sportsmen across the country couldn't wait to open their new edition of Outdoor Life to read about his latest conquest.
It might also be worth noting that Mr. Brooks chose archery equipment, when I think, most raffle tags allow the choice of weapons. It's not as if he chose the easiest way to achieve this milestone.
While I envy his resources, he and those like him also inject 10s to hundreds of thousands of dollars anually into the coffers of state game departments for wildlife management and conservation. Not a bad thing.
 
Conflicted about this; I get the same feeling when I see a photo of the stump of a 3000 year old redwood harvested for lumber.
 
Hoping for one that's bigger than the last one? I would say you and Mr. Brooks have that in common.
Quite possibly.
I've spent most of my life eating tag soup. it wasn't until I had finally filled a few tags that I relaxed enough to be able to let the little ones go on by.
Another thing that I didn't mention, when either my wife or I get a deer it's almost entirely up to me to butcher and pack the meat. That's a fair amount of work. With meat in the freezer I don't feel the need to fill a tag and subject myself to that effort.
Almost every hunter that I know of wants a trophy elk, but for me, since the day I saw a Blacktail that I initially thought was an elk, I knew what I wanted. I want one BIG Blacktail before I hang up my rifle.
 
Speaking only for myself here....

Every game animal I have ever taken has been a trophy...'cause of the work that went into it...
As well as my respect for the animal.

With that said...
I don't look down on those that do choose to hunt record animals....
Just not my thing.
Andy
 

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