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Steverino
11-15-2005, 01:11 PM
Lamont Outdoors- Illinois Whitetail Rut Hunt
As Reviewed By Steverino


A whitetail deer hunt during the rutting phase is something that a bowhunter looks forward to with great anticipation each hunting season. I was especially eager to bowhunt this period after making arrangements with Lamont Outdoors, one of HuntChat’s new sponsors.

What made this hunt something additionally special was the fact that the owners and pro-staff of In-Scents (another of HC’s sponsors) was out hunting at Lamont during the same period. In-Scents produces a full line of buck and doe lures that are designed and produced by hunters for hunters. You may not have heard of this company or it’s products before but I can assure you-you will! I’ll digress a little more on this in a short while as In-Scents played a key role in my first archery buck harvest.

Lamont Outdoors is located in South-Eastern Illinois in White County and borders the state of Indiana. Lamont owns over 4,000 acres of private land in Illinois and a few large tracts of land as well in Indiana. The property is a mixed bag of heavy woods with dense trees and vegetation along with swampy river bottoms, marshland, and farm tracts that run along the Little Wabash River. Additionally, Lamont has numerous food plots spread out amongst the various hunting properties containing a varied mixture of clover, winter turnips, and other hybrid mixtures.

I arrived into the lodge on Friday and was warmly greeted by Mark Lamont and his top guide, Bill Earl. Bill resembles a cross between the befuddled “Ernest” movie character and “Jedd Clampett” from the “Beverly Hillbillies” (If you don’t believe me, take a look through the HC archives and dig up one of Petey’s pics of Bill during this past Spring’s turkey hunt) Some of the hunters in our camp casually dismissed Bill as a regular good ol’ boy but after taking the time, (and admittedly, this took some even measured time on my part) I soon learned that Bill was not only a treasure trove of information regarding the Lamont property but on deer hunting in general.

The first afternoon out, Bill guided me to where I would be hunting on the Illinois section of the Lamont property that followed the Wabash River and we busted an enormous buck and two does that quickly ambled through the tall marsh grass. I almost wet myself having never actually seen a deer this large and this close to me on the hoof. I could not count all the points on the rack but did see that the mass on the main beams looked more like PVC pipe than buck antlers. I was excited!
The plan was to set-up early on stand as Indiana’s shotgun season began Saturday morning and as the shooting starts, Bill maintained that often times, the deer rambled on down the river back unto the Illinois property. Sounded like a good plan.

On Saturday morning, I was up early and on stand a good hour before daybreak and although I saw does moving into different areas throughout the day, was not able to locate any bucks. The temps were in the mid sixties with high winds that kept a lot of the deer bedded down throughout the day. Nobody in our party was successful bowhunting in Illinois or slugging it out in Indiana after a full day of hunting. The weather forecast called for thunderstorms and higher temps for the following day.

In the evening, I was treated to a wonderful meal of marinated venison tenderloins, homemade meatballs-courtesy of “Tiny” (of course, this man is not small but rather a monster of a man who is a gentleman) and sauce along with some ziti and salad. (For some reason that is a great mystery to many wives across our great land, men who cannot make toast can and do, in the presence of buddies at deer camp, prepare gourmet game meals that would make Emeril salivate with envy.)

Over dinner, I had the opportunity to sit down and talk with the owners of In-Scents, Mitch Serlin and Mike Gallop. Both of these fellas first and foremost are hunters. They both grew up enjoying the hunting traditions from each of their respective families in the Eastern US and desired to create a line of products that hunters could rely and depend upon when afield. I learned that not all deer scent manufacturers actually utilize deer urine in their products and collection efforts varied greatly as well. I received some additional information as well on the proper use and techniques of their company’s lures and was offered a sample of “Doe In Heat” buck attractant lure. To be completely honest, when I drew back the cap and got a good whiff, it smelled the same as every other brand of Tom, Dick, and Harry’s magic doe whiz parfume. I was told that theirs was not the same with a wink.

Our hunting group was then treated to an especially entertaining round of stories at the lodge about both Mitch and Mike’s ‘informative” years growing up in New York City as ‘Yoots’ (youths) along with some of their other friends and pro staff members. Some of the other Lamont guides joined in the good natured ribbing back and forth throughout that made the transition to hunting tales all the more enjoyable.

The Lamont Lodge features a main “Great” room styled den with all the essentials-(large,flat screen television with DirectTV, a pool and game table for cards, surrounded by appropriately appointed deer mounts from past hunts on the Lamont property) There is an adjoining kitchen area that spans the width of the den which includes two side by side refrigerators, a chest styled freezer, microwave, standard four burner stove and oven, a long counter area with barstools and a round corner dining table. There is cabinet storage galore for those that might bring their own groceries and a nice back deck area that features a picnic table and gas grill. Stairs lead down to the bedrooms that featured four bedrooms with multiple bunk beds and nightstands. (Reminded me of college dorms with camo bedding) There are two shower stalls and two bathrooms with sinks- (if you have a good group that does not mind alternating the shower shifts, it works out okay. If everyone tries taking a shower in the morning, it’s chaos. More bathrooms are needed along with someone that helps clean the rooms. Men by nature are abject slobs. After two days left to our devices, the place was roached. Fifteen guys left alone to unwind in a lodge can trash a joint pretty quickly.)

A nice touch was a laundry area to launder your hunting garb and a dryer provided for those that wished to reactivate their carbon hunting clothes.

In general, the lodge was nice but was really too small for the number of hunters that we had. Mark Lamont said that they were considering either expansion or better controlling smaller group numbers to help the situation. All in all, it worked fine and the location is close to all of the hunting properties.

I was able to corner Bill Earl later in the evening and asked him about the game plan for Sunday morning’s hunt. He said that he had a spot in mind in some ‘hollers’(hollows) and that we’d make tracks at 3:00am the following morning.

Steverino
11-15-2005, 01:13 PM
On Sunday morning, Bill greeted me at the lodge at 3:00am. He mentioned that it had stopped raining. I stepped outside with a cup of coffee and was greeted with warm winds in the high 50’s. It was going to be another warm November day for this time of year in Illinois. I grabbed my bow and my backpack and we headed out for my stand.

Bill drove several miles away to a long winding road that snaked through rural farms and woods until he came to a stop at the edge of a farm field. We got our flashlights out and I proceeded to follow Bill after grabbing my gear from the back of his truck. We descended a rather steep grade from atop a ridge from the adjacent farmland that we had entered the woods from and we walked through heavy marsh grass into some tall timber. After a few minutes, Bill abruptly stopped at the base of a tree and turned to me with a wry smile and asked, “You’re not afraid of heights are ya?” I lied and answered “No” even as my flashlight beam traveled up the tree trunk trying in vein to identify what must surely be a treestand platform of some kind. There were the neatly arranged screw-in steps laddering up along with the cursory towrope. Bill wished me luck and disappeared into the early morning darkness, leaving me with my own thoughts. I quickly tied off my bow and pack and after securing my safety harness to the tree, ascended into the heavens.

I wasn’t exactly sure as to how high up the stand in the tree was at this point but decided after scaling what seemed awhile, that this was surely the highest stand that I had ever hunted. It’s a good thing that it was dark because had I seen this stand in the daylight, I honestly don’t know if I would have mustered the courage to hunt this stand. While I’m not usually one to complain, (we hunters have a long and rich tradition of depriving ourselves of frivolities like warm beds, adequate sleep, and consistent blood circulation to our extremities) I found the small brick-like seat offering on the stand especially torturous but paired nicely with the medically correct bend in the tree that put a limb knot squarely in the small of my back. The limb appeared to have been hacked off at an acute 45 degree angle which meant that if I fell to my death from this stand, there would certainly be a Punjab stick remaining from this limb somewheres in the immediate ground area that would serve as an impalement tool to aid in the identification of my corpse for my next of kin. Rounding out this amazing treestand set-up was a platform just large enough for me to get two Lacrosse Alpha Burly boots side by side. I’ve never had my Seat Of The Pants cranked up so tight …EVER.

What kept me in the stand, you ask? Why it was the deer that were walking hither and fro less than ten minutes after I walked a scent drag with the sample of In-Scents Doe In Heat along a doe trail and connecting creek about 30 yards away from my stand. I got right with God in the next hour and a half before daybreak in the event of that fall…just in case.

As the forest came alive in the shadowy canopy of trees and leaves, I could see that I was seated in a tree in the leading edge of a hallow thicket that overlooked swampy marsh grass in front of me and a saddle that rose up to a high ridge to my right side. A creek ran to my left and doe trails intersected throughout. A good bodied buck stepped out of the marsh area and I noticed that he had good mass on his main beams but had absolutely no other tines- almost looked like a bull. He wouldn’t do. Some does also walked cautiously off in the distance.

About 6:30am, I looked over to one of the doe trails that I had walked my scent drag on and saw what looked to be antlers low to the ground. As the deer got closer, I could see him walking along the trail with purpose. He had a nice rack from my position-at least a solid 8. I connected my release as he neared to 35 yards from my stand. He kept a steady trot. As he hit the open shooting lane, I drew and grunted. He never blinked-just kept his nose on the trail. I really didn’t want to take a moving shot in the early morning darkness with still so many shadows. I whistled. Nothing. He kept up his trot with business on his mind and before he finished his next two steps out of my lane and into thick brush, I sent a Carbon Express 250 Terminator tipped with a three bladed NAP 85gr. Thunderhead Pro broadside. He jumped as the arrow hit him and he ran up to the top of the ridge and appeared from my stand in the cut farm field to be chasing his tail in circles like a dog. I never saw him run either left or right so he either bounded off straight away or he bedded down at the field and timberline.

I nocked another arrow and decided to wait a good couple of hours. During this time, I saw two does walk over on the farm field and bend down to something and then bolt away. I was hoping that it was my deer. I glassed the area but was unable to look through the tree line directly out from my stand and into the field. Around 8:45am, I crawled down (never so happy to feel my feet touching Mother Earth once again!) and began looking for my arrow and the blood trail. I couldn’t find either on the ground even after triangulating the position from my stand. My mind began to question as to whether I had actually hit him. Perhaps he just spooked at the sound of my bow. I ambled up the ridge and looked to one side and saw nothing and panned the field. There, in the middle of the field was my buck buckled up. When I walked up to him, I was pleasantly surprised to see that this buck was a 10-point. His body was long and lean. This boy was rutted out and had been scrapping as evidence of a scar by one of his eyes and a recently broken antler tine at the tip. (When we dressed him out and skinned him, I discovered a gore mark that had recently healed in his side from another antler) I sure would have liked to have seen the deer that kicked my bucks butt! I was elated and still am to have taken this magnificent buck!

I called Bill on his cell and he was very happy for me. He had asked me if the antlers were white, as he knows of another 10 pointer in the area that has “massive main beams the size of beer cans.” No, it was not this one. I feel that the success of this hunt was in large part due to the sound game management of Lamont, (they maintain a strict 125 minimum gross score on any buck-subject to a $500.00 if this is violated. This sounds harsh but keeps the buck population very healthy.) Of course the expert know-how of my guide Bill Earl, and the In-Scents Doe In Heat buck lure. As a matter of fact, it almost worked too good! (LOL)

This review is rather long winded, I know but wanted to share my experience with you folks at HC and also wanted to provide some feedback on two of our sponsors that I had the privilege to use and hunt with this past weekend. Anybody looking to bag a nice, mature buck give Lamont and Bill Earl a call! Oh, and be sure to give In-Scents a try on your next hunting trip as well. Good hunting folks!

S

petey
11-15-2005, 02:25 PM
Steve,

Awesome story and great buck. I knew you'd have a good time at Lamont's which is why I recommended them to you. I look forward to hunting with those boys and shooting the bull with Bill every year. He’s quite the character to say the least. That’s great that you got to meet Mike and Mitch too. Those boys know their stuff when it comes to lures, and actually Mike will be coming down to hunt with me in a few weeks here in PA. He was supposed to stop by on his way through this past week but I didn’t hear from him. I think he just wanted to get out of buying me lunch! Ha ha… ;)

Like I said, if you read my testimonies about In-Scents lures you’ll see that I’d recommend their product to any serious hunter too. Unfortunately I ran out of my supply prior to our last day this Saturday and as I rattled in the Buck poll winner, I believe not having their scent dispersed may have caused me the winning purse. Needless to say, I didn’t come home with him even though I had him in bow range. I just needed something to draw his attention to get drawn on him and not having any lure may have caused me the sorrow. Oh well, I’ll get him in rifle season.

Anyhow, good job and congratulations again. Someday I’ll put together a Huntchat hunt at Lamont Outdoors and be sure to invite you all :D