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I just want you and all your guides to know that I appreciate everything that was done for me and that I had a time to remember. I feel that I have found a place to go back to every year and enjoy the people and the thrill of the hunt. Like I told you before, I do understand that you can hunt hard and still not be successful, but I will enjoy my time on the hunt.- Arthor Doll- Stockdale, Ohio

When we decided to make a run out to Indiana and visit Camp Kay Outfitters, I had no idea what to expect. I have hunted the midwest before in archery season but never with the smoke pole. What an awesome new experience!! We had the luxury of staying in an off season lake house, with our own personal chef no less. Well, I guess he's not a chef but, man can he cook!! Thanks Brian!! A warm bed every night with a full belly - that's the ticket!! Our guide met up with us upon arrival, and let me praise him before any more stories. This dude is a hunter. There is nothing better than being guided by someone that has the same passion for the hunt as you. Scott took us around and showed us our locations, picked us up in the mornings, came and got us when we whined about being cold, filled us with strategies, swapped stories with us and became a true friend. He knew every inch of the properties that we hunted and set us up for success from day one. Too bad that the Indiana weather wasn't as kind as our guide!! Scott even apologized for the weather. - Seth McDonald- Fairmount City, Pennsylvania

Folks we get to hunt a lot of great places around the country. The past couple years we have hunted in Pike County Illinois...which has to be the most over-rated place in the mid west. It’s gotten so much publicity the last 10 years that’s it’s just simply shot out. Don’t get me wrong, there are some BIG deer that come from there, I've seen them, and I've harvested them. But it’s not what they say. After seeing 13 hunters lined up around me last fall I decided to move on.

I had heard that Indiana was a GIANT sleeper state, so I made some calls. Last night I talked with a Fella Mark that owns Camp Kay Outfitters. I was impressed by his harvest photos....they rival any I've seen in any part of the country...but talking on the phone was more impressive. He's got it together and is a straight shooter. I haven’t scheduled my hunt with him yet, but I'm working on it. Indiana is an over the counter license state and he has 14,000 acres for his clients. Best of all....most of his hunts are less than $2,000!  I hate to sound like a commercial, but I thought this guy deserved it. - Brandon Carter -  Livingston, Louisiana -


Thanks for a great hunt. I enjoyed the whole week and would return again. On most days there was lots of deer activity. Jim certainly was familiar with the land and helpful throughout my hunt. - Thanks again, John Stevenson - Fort Valley, Virginia


This is a buddy of mine, Jeremy Tipton that went hunting with me this weekend in Indiana with Camp Kay Outfitters. His buck scored it 162 6/8 and it had 2 tines that were broke off, would have been more. Awesome deer!! -  Chip Wilson-Perrinton, Michigan-


Katie's first deer
Hi everyone!

Here's a few pictures of Katie's first deer. She was a real trooper on this hunt, sitting patiently for a total of 16 hours, over two days, before getting a good opportunity to shoot! She fidgeted around, once in a while, but on the last night of the hunt, she sat as still as a stump for nearly two hours, before getting her chance.

When the deer started coming out of the woods, she really took her time. She let the first four deer come out because she knew they were yearlings. When the 5th deer walked into the soybeans, she was ready and really took her time. I would guess it was at least 2 minutes from when she saw the first deer, before she took the shot.

For those of you who hunt, you know this is an eternity! The doe she shot was definitely the biggest in the group and dressed out around 115lbs! The shot was somewhere between 50 and 75 yards, with open sights.

The shot was a bit far back and I had a suspicion it was, right after the shot, because of how the doe humped up. All of the deer slowly moved out of the field and we watched where they went back into the woods. When the guides showed up with an excellent tracker, named Jim, they followed a light blood trail for about 80 yards before finding Katie's deer. The bullet penetrated almost all the way through, hitting the liver before breaking a rib and getting caught under the fur on the far side, from where it went in.

I want to say thank you to Grandpa Hart for letting us use this fine old gun. I think it was really neat that she learned to shoot open sights with her great-grandpa Broom's .22 and then shot her first deer with her great-grandpa Hart's Model 92 Winchester! I was happy to work up a handload for it that shoots a 200 grain bullet right around 1500fsp. Thanks to Dad for the new barrel and clean-up work done last year to help revive this little gun. Katie calls it "big boy", because it kicks harder and makes more noise than her .22. :) I also want to thank my dad for teaching me to hunt and for spending a lot of time with Katie, last year, getting her ready for the success she had this weekend.

Our Katie is one-of-a-kind and I know all of you helped raise her to be the great young lady she is, today. From the smile on her face, I'm sure I have a hunting partner for life, now. :) - Jason Broom - Mooresville, Indiana

Dear Mr Cole,

My name is Chris Tamkin from Fort Valley, Virginia. I live in the Massanutten mountains of the Shenandoah Valley. I recently visited Indiana in November and whitetail hunted with Mark Liebner and his guides. I was very fortunate to harvest a buck of a lifetime during this hunt. He was scored as a 8 point at 149 7/8 inches Boone and Crockett. He had 11 total points and field dressed at over 200 lbs.

I would like to take the time to thank you for giving Mark the opportunity to do something that he loves to do. If you had not given him the opportunity then I would not of had the opportunity to harvest a buck of a lifetime. I would like to Thank You. I hope to return in November of 2010 with some family and friends and have another momorable hunt. I wish you and your family a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


God Bless You,

Christopher Tamkin - Fort Valley, Virginia

Dear Milt,

Hi, my name is Alec Berggren. I’m sixteen years old and live in central New York. Over the past couple of years I have really begun to get into hunting. After receiving a rifle for Christmas two years ago I started asking my dad to take me on a hunting trip. We went to a hunting show where we met Matthew Tromley. Matt owns his own booking agency and represents many outfitters across North America. Sometime during the summer Matt contacted my father and told him of an opening with a new outfitter in Indiana. The outfitter was Camp Kay owned by Mark Liebner. We looked over Camp Kay’s website and quickly booked the hunt. My dad, his friend from other hunting trips, and I would be hunting in mid November, the first week of gun season in Indiana. We left on a Wednesday and arrived there that night. We met with our guide, Troy Kitchel, that night and started going over locations. The next day, Troy showed us the stands and the land we would be hunting. The hunt started on Saturday and was to end on Thursday. After not seeing anything the first day I moved to another stand. The next stand I hunted was just inside a strip of woods on the edge of a corn field, I believe the field and woods by your house. It was rainy and cold that day and I had no luck. Over the next couple of days I still hadn’t seen many bucks that were worth shooting. On Monday my dad’s friend had killed a buck and I was starting to feel down about the hunt. Wednesday was my birthday and I thought that I would have better luck. That day I saw nothing worth shooting again, but my dad killed a buck. The next day I went back to the stand by your house that I had sat in the second day. I went in at dark and sat in the stand. My dad and his friend were in Monticello that day taking my dad’s deer to the check- in station and to Camp Kay’s base camp. Around eleven a.m. I had gotten a hold of Troy and said that I hadn’t seen anything. He decided it was best if I moved to a new location. I decided to wait in the stand until my dad had come back from Monticello; it would be around another forty-five minutes until he was back. At about quarter to twelve I was looking off into the field to my left when I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my right eye; I looked and there was a buck. I couldn’t quite tell how big he was, but he looked like a nice buck and it was the last day of the hunt. I pulled up the gun and waited until he was in an opening through the trees. I called to get him to stop and I put the cross hairs of the scope on his front shoulder. I pulled the hammer back on my muzzleloader then pulled the trigger. All I could see was smoke. As soon as the smoke cleared I realized that the deer was still standing in the same spot. My heart sank. I was shaking so nervously because of the excitement of seeing the deer. I quickly grabbed the extra bullet and black powder in my pocket. I was still shaking so bad that I dropped one of the pellets of powder. Luckily I had one more set of pellets and a bullet. I grabbed them slowly out of my pocket and sent the pellets down the barrel. Next I pulled out the ramrod and pushed the bullet down. The deer was as if he was in shock. He did not move the whole time I reloaded the gun. I pulled the gun back and repeated the steps of setting the crosshairs on his shoulder and pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger. The smoke filled the air once again and then the wind blew it away. I saw the deer run farther into the woods and I began to shake even more. I wasn’t sure if I had hit him the second time or not. I called my dad and told him what had happened. He then called Troy. Troy came to where I was to track the deer. We found the spot where the deer had been when I shot at it. We started walking in the direction he ran. Troy happened to find my first bullet which either miss-fired from the gun or hit a tree branch. We walked about five yards farther and found a small speck of bloody tissue. We continued to walk for about the next twenty yards and all we saw was the small specks of tissue. Troy told me he thought it might have been just a flesh wound and that I might not have gotten the deer. My heart sank once again, but we continued to walk in the direction of the specks. About thirty yards from where we first started tracking the deer we began to see large amounts of blood. This was a good sign and I was excited to see the trail. We followed the blood trough thorn bushes until Troy spotted the deer. He lay dead under some thorns. I was so happy that I had killed him. Troy quickly shook my hand and congratulated me. I called my dad and told him we found the deer. We all were very happy that I killed the deer. It was the first deer I had ever killed on my own.


It was on the last day of our hunt and just the day after my sixteenth birthday. Later that night Mark, Troy, my dad, his friend, and I all went to dinner. The trip was an experience I will never forget. I ended up having a lot of fun in Indiana. The deer that I killed was the biggest out of the three bucks we had shot while hunting with Camp Kay. We were treated very well while in Indiana. Mark and Troy were two very nice guys and my dad and I really appreciate everything they did for us while hunting with them. I would also like to thank you for letting Camp Kay Outfitters use your land to hunt on. It really means a lot to us hunters that there are people like you who give hunters the opportunity to continue family traditions. Thanks again.


Alec Berggren - Newfield, New York


Machelle Broom

In the middle of summer I am physically trying to survive the heat but mentally preparing for the coming deer-hunting season. In my state of Indiana bow-hunting season starts on October 1st, 2010. I plan on taking that day off as a birthday present to myself. I will be 41 on the 5th. At this middle age I have to admit I have only been hunting for a couple of years and bow hunting only for 2 (first year was testing 2nd year was serious).

Mentally I am trying to review all of my mistakes from last year. On a serious seven day hunt with my husband in northern Indiana last year, we bought a membership from Camp Kay Outfitters.

The mistakes I made were numerous. Repeatedly people have told me that you make mistakes every year. And just when you think you have everything covered, you find a whole new mistake to make. Mistakes don’t necessarily frustrate me, how else am I going to learn? But when you make a HUGE error only because you haven’t had a conversation about it, now that can be frustrating.


Up to this point the only thing I had harvested were squirrels and a pheasant hunt with the local B.O.W. (Become a Outdoors Woman). That is how I got my first taste of hunting. My father did not hunt but all of my uncles did. Unfortunately we were not close enough for me to learn anything or get the bug early. But luckily my new husband and father in law were avid hunters.

As I said we were bow hunting all week very, very, very hard. Up before the sun and back to camp after dark. It was the last week of bow and the first two days of gun. I had never hunted this hard and I have to say as enjoyable as it was it was also exhausting. The comradary of the camp was infectious and all of the other guys were willing to lend a tip, or a story. Bucks were coming in from all over and there was a lot of hand shaking and back slapping going on.
So mistake number one…If you have no idea now is a good time to remember that if two bucks are meeting head to head they could care less if you are 15 yards from them. This I did not know…and for not knowing this I missed my chance at a awesome 12 pt buck as well as the old man 10 pt facing off with him. As I sit on the corner of a small section of trees off of a highway it is not a place, if you were driving by, you would think “Hhhmm bet there is deer in there”. But here I sat with the woods to my right and to my back and a cornfield still up smack dab in front of me. If I stretched out my arms at a angle to the left and right like I am giving someone a hug, that is where the beaten down paths of the deer runs. Over to my left side is a ditch, which I now know are super highways for deer.
I sneak in before dark and get up in my ladder stand and wait. As I sit there I can hear the deer moving in and out of the cornfield and from what I could see a couple of does are under my stand. Needless to say I am beyond excited. I have never had this many deer this close. Once light appeared and I could see really well a little doe was prancing around and heading up the trail straight for me. She was a bit small and I knew there had to be bigger deer so I let her come on. Next thing I knew a big o’ 12 pt comes up out of his bed in the woods to check her out. Once she saw him she shimmed on up the trail to get away from him and stopped right under my stand. He chose to go back to his bed, which was probably a good thing since I think my heart was in my throat and I know he could hear it pounding! So I get my new range finder out (birthday present from my favorite father in law) and realize he is about 70 yards away. Out of my range. But that is ok I got all day to sit and wait. Patiently I wait and wait thinking that time is really dragging when it was probably only about 20 minutes later and another doe, much bigger this time, is heading my way. Out he pops again and there goes my heart again. They both start heading my way and he starts grunting, something I had only heard on TV. As I am trying to figure out which way they are going to go and how I am going to shoot, I look over my left shoulder. There is a massive old white nose and faced deer heading around the back of my stand. I completely freeze. I won’t say the first words that popped into my head but I will say I was completely overwhelmed and beyond excited. This was completely awesome, stuff I had only heard other people talk about. And here I was experiencing it!

So the 12 point is still following the doe heading straight towards me and the old man 10 point is coming around on my right to check out the doe and next thing you know everyone stops. You could feel the tension in the air. So here I am talking to myself and the conversation is crazy.
“O crap what do I do, will they see me if I draw?”
“Heck yea they will see you, are you crazy?”
“Man look at the mass on the old mans rack/”
“Heck I am not even standing up- how am I going to shoot?”
“You can’t shoot….”
“I gotta shoot but he is looking straight at me!!!”

About this time the 12 pt backs off and the old man starts following the doe to my left, away from me. I am just trying to breath and remember every little detail of what I just saw so I can tell my husband. Everyone wanders off and I have not taken a shot. I was much to excited to feel disappointed. That was something I would probably never experience again, unfortunately.

Now, to lesson number two.
I sat there about another ½ hr to 45 min. and another 10 pt was coming in out of the ditch on my left. He was beautiful and all by himself. As soon as I saw him I stood up, there was no way I was going to be caught off guard and not have that opportunity. I will mention that there is a limb to my left that is intentionally left there to give you some cover. This is great and gives me something to hide behind when I stand up.

The buck comes in and I draw, I am ready….This is my shot….I am going to get my very first buck….THIS IS FREAKING AWESOME! And then he turns and starts to go behind me. Then he stops….then he heads to the front of me….then he stops. All this time I am standing there with my bow drawn. Just as my arm starts twitching he is heading in front of me. This is good.

Calm breathing. Site in. He is about to come in front of me…….

Now might be the time to mention that I am very careful about my gear. I keep everything clean and close. I do have a bad habit of dropping stuff out of the stand once I am in it but I always retrieve it when I get down for the evening. And it just so happens that on this very particular morning I could not find my arm guard and needed it because I was wearing my heavy coat. I turned the R.V. upside down and could not find it. And of course I said….Oooo it will be ok….I probably won’t see anything on my first time in this stand. Famous last words.
So I am sure you can imagine…I took the shot at 15 yards and felt the arrow hit the very end of my sleeve and missed. He stomped off about 50 yards and started snorting and stomping and then trotted off across the woods and the highway. I climbed out the stand and called my husband ready to cry from frustration. I found the arrow in the mud and was a trooper and climbed back up in my stand just in case another deer came by. Needless to say I took the next day off and got some sleep and rested for the starting of gun. Thanks to Camp Kay I was able to get my first antler less deer and my first 8 pt buck with my muzzleloader over the next two days. It was an extremely emotional, rewarding and frustrating experience that I will never forget. I won’t make those mistakes again….But I am sure I will find a new one this season. :D- Machelle Broom - Mooresville, Indiana