From the desk of Dean Scott,
Mike and Tim McCullough hosted a fantastic archery elk hunt for my father and I in unit 5A in September 2014. Having hunted elk for the past 20 years in 4 states, and waiting 8 years to draw my first AZ elk tag, I was expecting to see and hear elk, and I was not disappointed. Within 5 minutes of entering the bush with Tim, we were on elk, and it didn’t stop until I had my 6X6 on the ground 30 hours later.
I believe the McCullough brothers value every clients tag as if it were their own, and they are not going to stop working until each tag is filled. The morning after I filled my tag, Tim and I spent 3 hours scouting the low country for elk, and when we found a bull in the Junipers, Tim got a bottle of water and his spotting scope, and bailed off into the bush for the next 5 hours, located the bedded bull and formulated a hunt for my dad for that afternoon. Before we could locate Mike and my Father they had closed the distance and arrowed a great bull at 30 yards on the mesa above us!
We left AZ with two great bulls, sore legs and 3 new friends (almost forgot to mention Wayne Chandler – the camp chef/security-guard/inventor/scout/packer/skinner & water-hauler).
Looking forward to calling to arrange my next hunt when I draw another AZ tag.
From the desk of Bob Scott,
My son and I drew Arizona elk tags after putting in for 8 years. We did our homework, investigating many outfitters and consulting the local Wildlife Manager, and we chose NAO due to their familiarity with the area and reasonable rates.
We could not have selected better outfitters. NOA consist of 2 brothers, Mike and Tim McCullough who are intimately familiar with the area. They selected an area of high desert to hunt. On my first hunt, the evening of the day I arrived, we had three buggling bulls and their cows surrounding us, the rutt was on and the action was intense. I should have killed a monster bull, I made a small error and learned a huge lesson. In my first three hunts I had three opportunities, with Mike as my guide. He was by my side for the duration, tracking, smelling elk, advising when to be still, when to advance, when to draw, and providing distance.
On the evening of day 1 (first full day) my son took an approximately 330 inch bull with guide Tim. I was satisfied to take only one bull between us. However, Tim then shifted his attention to finding a bull for me while Mike and I hunted. I felt I would let Mike and Tim down if I didn’t score. (They wanted me to get an elk more than I wanted one.)
On the evening of the fourth day, while sitting on a hard hit tank, we heard bugles with 30 minutes of light left. I wanted to sit and wait. Mike convinced me to move knowing they wouldnt make water by sundown. Once we closed 350 yards to the elk we froze behind a juniper stand and they worked another 150 yards right to us.Three cows passed at 15 yards without sensing us, the wind was perfect. The bull followed, raking trees, and offered a shot at 30 yards. I hit him too far back (not adequately allowing for his motion). We saw the bull run 300 yards before disappearing into a stand of timber. Mike glassed him up as he fled and could see good blood, I had hit an artery. Mike advised we halve the distance then listen, ten minutes later is was dark! We heard occasional limbs breaking and heavy steps. We heard the death stumble and knew he needed some time. After 30 minutes of dead silence we tracked/searched. When I was willing to give up, Mike found my elk, an approximate 300 inch bull, heavy horned with a huge left side whaletale! A Beauty!