Field Staff Profile: Matt Thomsen

Matt Thomsen was born in Eugene, Oregon.  He grew up Eugene's sister city, Springfield.  As a result of the patience and fervor for the outdoors possessed by his grandfather and father, Matt was introduced to shooting and fishing at a very young age.  The second he completed his first trigger pull, Matt was hooked.  He cut his teeth early chasing ducks in the flooded fields and impoundments around his home city.  Though a veteran waterfowl hunter by his twenties, Matt didn't take his first buck until he was twenty-six.

Though he enjoys fishing, Matt is first and foremost a hunter and shooter at heart.  He routinely spends over seventy days afield each year during Oregon's hunting seasons.  In addition to chasing bear, deer, elk, coyote, waterfowl, upland game, and the occasional sage rat or two, Matt was fortunate enough to draw one of seven annual tags and harvest a Rocky Mountain goat in Oregon in 2008.  

Matt lives in Springfield with his wife and dogs.  He is currently employed by a local law enforcement agency and serves as a Police Officer and SWAT Team sniper.
Matt Thomsen

Field Journals by Matt Thomsen

  • As I made my final turn into camp, I was acutely aware of the emotions trips previous had garnered. I was, however, unsettled. Where there should have existed optimism, contentment, and a sense of whole, I only felt unsettled conflict and anxiety. Such feelings were historically nonexistent. Indeed, […]

    A Hunt in Memory of Grandpa

    As I made my final turn into camp, I was acutely aware of the emotions trips previous had garnered. I was, however, unsettled. Where there should have existed optimism, contentment, and a sense of whole, I only felt unsettled conflict and anxiety. Such feelings were historically nonexistent. Indeed, […]

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  • As Dad and I slipped, spun, and slided southbound along Highway 97, a sliver of doubt forced itself into my mind.  Why are we doing this?  The temperature outside Dad’s Ford was well into the twenties.  The road was, well, nonexistent, as it had been […]

    Another Late Season Goose Adventure

    As Dad and I slipped, spun, and slided southbound along Highway 97, a sliver of doubt forced itself into my mind.  Why are we doing this?  The temperature outside Dad’s Ford was well into the twenties.  The road was, well, nonexistent, as it had been […]

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  • I have been called a great many number of things by a greater number of people regarding my somewhat excessive indulgence in all things Hunting.  Driven was one of the more flattering terms.  Obsessed was in there.  Ain’t right.  Lost his mind.  Out of control.  […]

    First Cast: A Try With The Fly

    I have been called a great many number of things by a greater number of people regarding my somewhat excessive indulgence in all things Hunting.  Driven was one of the more flattering terms.  Obsessed was in there.  Ain’t right.  Lost his mind.  Out of control.  […]

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  • Upon the mention of an Arizona hunt, the imagination is quickly and surely drawn to visions of cactus-choked sonoras, dry dusty ground, and flat featureless terrain.  Indeed, my first two experiences with hunting the Grand Canyon State reinforced this desert stereotype.  Having hunted in the […]

    An Arizona Javelina Adventure

    Upon the mention of an Arizona hunt, the imagination is quickly and surely drawn to visions of cactus-choked sonoras, dry dusty ground, and flat featureless terrain.  Indeed, my first two experiences with hunting the Grand Canyon State reinforced this desert stereotype.  Having hunted in the […]

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  • I have always felt it wise to try to capatilize on the present opportunity. More simply, when life gives you lemons…well, you get the idea. Such was the case in June of this year, when the ODFW website showed I had not been successful in […]

    2008 Elkhorn Spike Hunt

    I have always felt it wise to try to capatilize on the present opportunity. More simply, when life gives you lemons…well, you get the idea. Such was the case in June of this year, when the ODFW website showed I had not been successful in […]

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  • Were you to ask me regarding my opinion of the time spent between duck seasons, you would likely receive from me a single word answer:  Torture.  Plain, simple, agonizing torture.  As such, you can imagine the excitement which brews in the Thomsen home on the […]

    Opening Day – 2008 Oregon Duck Season

    Were you to ask me regarding my opinion of the time spent between duck seasons, you would likely receive from me a single word answer:  Torture.  Plain, simple, agonizing torture.  As such, you can imagine the excitement which brews in the Thomsen home on the […]

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  • I’ll admit it:  At twenty-six years old, I had yet to kill a buck.  Oh, I’d tried, but my ramblings through the soaking jungles of western Oregon had bore much more resemblence to clumsy nature hikes than true hunting excursions.  Too, I’d had some luck […]

    My First Buck – Montana 2002

    I’ll admit it:  At twenty-six years old, I had yet to kill a buck.  Oh, I’d tried, but my ramblings through the soaking jungles of western Oregon had bore much more resemblence to clumsy nature hikes than true hunting excursions.  Too, I’d had some luck […]

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