With five Pope & Young world records and twice as many Safari Club records, at 64, Chuck Adams is arguably the world’s best bowhunter. At the same time, he just might be the world’s most controversial. Some say he takes unethical shots, has a platoon of scouts and hunts only the choicest private land. He covered it all in a long, wide-ranging interview. Here it is, straight from the source.
“Anybody can kill a deer. It takes a man to kill a varmint.”
Few jobs remain in modern-day American society that take place in the woods. There are even fewer still where work is actually accomplished on a forest and the results are so readily measurable. The reward for performing these meaningful measures doesn’t come with a dollar sign attached. The reward is not a paycheck but a title: “trail dog.”
I mowed lawns other than my own for a few years in our little neighborhood subdivision. While doing so, things began to happen underneath those disturbingly tight drawers of mine. These strange happenings made me take notice of the neighborhood ladies that were my age, namely my friend’s sister. Her name was Katie. She had legs like a muppet and a dead front tooth. She was beautiful.
On a map, a thick black line splits the Mission Mountains into two wilderness areas. Just over the Mission Divide, directly adjacent to the tribal wilderness, is the Mission Mountains Wilderness, managed by the U.S. Forest Service. At 73,877 acres, the federal wilderness is comparable in size to the tribal wilderness and together they run laterally for roughly forty miles. The boundary line designates more than a geographic divide.
Our goal was to make it to an unplowed road a few miles south of the Canadian border, smack dab in nowhere America. For us, it was a guy’s weekend at a Forest Service cabin named Ninko. It was closed in the summer because the grizzlies here are dense and need not be bothered with the likes of us. But for the moment, it was ours to cook, to drink, and to relax in. Just as soon as we skied 12 miles to get to it.