8 Great American Meat Hunts

Hunting and harvesting is always a process, and it always begins with finding your next destination to get it done. Here are a handful of the best places to put meat on ice, coming from some of the most dedicated hunters in America.

by Josh Dahlke

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We’re blessed to live in a country where we can find somewhere to go at any time of the year and provide our own wild protein with a bullet, a broadhead or a sharp hook. Hunting and harvesting is always a process, and it always begins with finding your next destination to get it done. Here are a handful of the best places to put meat on ice, coming from some of the most dedicated hunters in America.

Josh Dahlke, Host, THE HUNGER
My favorite species to hunt is Meleagris gallopavo—the wild turkey. God bless the National Wild Turkey Federation for its efforts in restoring and conserving booming populations of gobblers. From East to West, you’ll find high-odds opportunities to hunt turkeys around every corner. I’ve killed birds in a number of states and south of the border in Mexico. In fact, I make it a point to kill at least five turkeys every spring to feed me throughout the year.

josh_maine_turkey copyOf all the places I’ve hunted these birds, the state of Maine has been one of the best. But it’s due in part to another type of white meat native to the Pine Tree State: lobster.

I’d recommend starting your Maine turkey trek in the southwestern part of the state, just a stone’s throw from the Portland airport. You’ll find more than 12,000 acres of public land access, including the 5,000-acre privately managed Jugtown Forest. The other key quality of Maine is that it offers the latest spring turkey season in the country, extending all the way into the first week of June—and believe me, they’re still gobbling.

I killed a bird during the final morning of my 3-day hunt while I was walking out of Jugtown Forest. His meat, alongside two fresh live lobsters (yes, alive and crawling), occupied my carry-on baggage and flew back with me to Minneapolis where I enjoyed an unforgettable homecoming surf-and-turf. Oh, and while you’re in the Portland area, make sure someone pours you a Shipyard beer … preferably in a mason jar.

Mitch Kezar, Co-Host, THE HUNGER

Not all hunts go the way you plan ’em. Some are easier, some are harder. Some are harder yet. Some of them make you think you’re the star honcho in the next episode of Mission Impossible. A few years back, our little gang of flat-landers in the Sawtooth Mountains—somewhere in the vicinity of Boise, Idaho—were playin’ lead roles in that mythical movie.

We had a former Special Forces lad in our midst. After a 4-hour pull uphill in the dark, I found a stick to push my lungs back in my body, and wheezed, “So, how’s this stuff compare to all that training you guys do?” He wheezed back in his North Carolina drawl, “Well, Mitch, this is about the toughest dang thing I ever done.” That kind of trip.

Elk, packs, bows and arrows, mountaineering boots and vertical walks. Then fording cold rivers barefoot, packs on backs, with special little aches piled on top. Daily fare.

kezar_dutch_ovenWe got into the elk, and the elk got back at us. Screaming monster bulls that would not show themselves, even though they were so close you couldn’t help but think you smelled the stink of their breath rolling up in the cold air. Cows that gave us a shot, but we didn’t take it. Pride, you know. Long, long climbs and ass-scraping rides back down on the slippery goop got us back to camp in the dark. No meat. Sucked. Pretty, but painful.

Next day, in the dark, I made a silent vow: I had me a small-game tag, and I was by God going to use it. A guy’s gotta have fresh meat. Can’t live on freeze-dried cooler glop—no matter how fancy.

So … spruce grouse. They weren’t everywhere, but they were there in clusters. On my way back from another marathon climb and descent and climb and descent, I came upon ’em. Careful shots with my only blunt-tipped arrow loaded up my pockets. A few went into my backpack. I could feel them warm on my back as I marched down in the dark, proud enough. I had meat.

“Can’t eat those damn things,” rang out from the fire. “Bullshit,” I shot back. It’s protein, and I’m betting I can cook ’em. Feathers started to fly as I got ’em ready.

A little love from olive oil, butter and spices, and a slow ride in a Dutch oven buried in coals threw a wet blanket over the disbelievers.

Two of us got seconds, there were no thirds. There WAS meat in camp that night.

Tony Peterson, Outdoor Writer
A buddy and I traveled to north-central Nebraska last fall for a straight-up meat hunt. In our pockets we had bow tags for deer, fall turkey tags, and small game licenses. In addition to arrowing good bucks early in the hunt, we also spent plenty of time messing with turkeys, quail and rabbits.

nebraska_rabbitsEvery single night we cooked freshly killed game on the grill over an open fire, and the best part: It was all on public land. Few states offer such reasonably priced nonresident hunting licenses and such game-rich land as Nebraska. For the meat hunter, it’s a must-consider destination.

Jana Waller, Host, Skull Bound TV
I’ve been an angler and hunter my entire adult life, and I often boast about eating almost all that I harvest with the exception of coyotes. Luckily, I’m blessed with a very open-minded pallet and look forward to eating awkward or exotic dishes.

Recently, I traveled to Kentucky in search of a giant carp species known as “bigheads.” These alien-looking, big-eyed buggers look about as delicious as they do cute, but I was told by my friend and local Kentuckian, Dennis Redden, that they’re scrumptious if taken care of properly. “The key is to remove the filets immediately in the boat and get them on ice,” Redden explained.

carp_eat_600Bigheads are an invasive species in many bodies of water in the United States, and they’re creating massive ecological havoc. The good news? They’re a blast to bowfish and truly tasty! Cut the filets into small strips and fry them in canola or peanut oil and you’ll have yourself a delectable ‘Carp Diem’ dish!

Scott Leysath, Host, Sporting Chef

Believe it or not, we have some decent pheasant hunting in California. Yes, California. The season generally starts the first Saturday in November and runs about 6 weeks. I’ve had some memorable Northern California pheasant hunts, but few that can come close to last December’s hunt near Huron, South Dakota.

600_sd_pheasants_leysathIf you ever think it’s cold in the Sacramento Valley, spend a winter’s day in South Dakota. The first day included frozen ground and 21-below temperatures (with wind chill). You learn to put your discomfort aside and thaw your trigger finger out long enough to react to the flush of hundreds of cackling roosters. Each day, our group shot our three-bird limits of late-season wild roosters. Huron, South Dakota, claims to have 125,000 acres of huntable public land within a 60-mile radius. 

Mark Kayser, Outdoor Writer
Pronghorns might not be as plentiful as they were in the days of Lewis and Clark, but in up-trending cycles you can guarantee yourself a cooler full of choice pronghorn cuts. Simply focus on Wyoming hunting units brimming with leftover doe/fawn tags. Some units even offer leftover buck tags to keep your predatory skills alive as you shop for a trophy and a winter cache of protein.

cole_pronghorn_600Depending on the unit, you may apply for up to four additional doe/fawn limited-quota licenses. You could literally fill all your tags in one pronghorn-rich basin. And don’t let anyone fool you: With proper care and quick cooling, pronghorn meat is a delicacy that will highlight any meal.

Ron Spomer, Owner, Ron Spomer Outdoors
Go to eastern South Dakota Nov. 15 through January. Seek out the 295,000 acres of Game Production Areas with shelterbelts (trees.) Buy a small game license. Hunt those trees with a .22 rimfire. Ten cottontails and five fox squirrels each day. Triple that for possession.

spomer_squirrels_600No competition. Locals are too busy hunting pheasants. Oh, you can hunt those, too, on the same license, but do it before Jan. 1 and bring a shotgun. TIP: Ask farmers if you can hunt their shelterbelts for squirrels and bunnies. Emphasize you will not shoot pheasants or deer and they’ll probably let you have at those corn eating rodents and bunnies.

David Draper, Field & Stream
Colorado is a meat eater’s idea of heaven with more elk killed there than any other state. Harvest numbers generally come in around 50,000 or more as wildlife officials rely on hunters to keep the state’s nearly 300,000-strong herd in check. The second and third rifle seasons generally have bull elk licenses available, but the over-the-counter archery tag is good for a bull or cow, giving hungry hunters the option of harvesting either.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe Flat Tops Wilderness Area is home to North America’s largest migratory elk herd–the 40,000-animal White River Herd. Look at units 23, 24 and 33 in the White River National Forest or Unit 14 in the Mount Zirkel Wilderness for the best opportunity to fill the freezer with fresh elk meat.



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