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Speckmisser
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Oh, we see how it's gonna be.
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Oh no...not another one!! This sure has cought on. Lets see it!!!
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Heh heh..
I know something ya'll don't know.
I know something ya'll don't know.
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Sweet!!! Be sure to drag this out as long as possible.
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I'm really not trying to drag this out guys, it's just that I had a lot of catching up to do at work....
Started off in Oregon, a 10 hour drive from home, arrived at 1:15 in the morning, and was hunting at 5:30 the next morning.
Five days hiking off into a hole....Saw elk every day. Both my companions missed bulls, but I never drew my bow.
Lots of deer and antelope around. Got so we didn't even glass the antelope when we saw them, they were so plentiful.
Beautiful desert country. Enjoyed the Oregon Elk Camp very much. Left on Sunday afternoon headed through Idaho to meet up with my family for our Wyoming elk hunt.
Started off in Oregon, a 10 hour drive from home, arrived at 1:15 in the morning, and was hunting at 5:30 the next morning.
Five days hiking off into a hole....Saw elk every day. Both my companions missed bulls, but I never drew my bow.
Lots of deer and antelope around. Got so we didn't even glass the antelope when we saw them, they were so plentiful.
Beautiful desert country. Enjoyed the Oregon Elk Camp very much. Left on Sunday afternoon headed through Idaho to meet up with my family for our Wyoming elk hunt.
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Man, that's a nasty paper cut you have there...maybe you shouldn't have held the tag on such a sharp angle?
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I met my Wyoming hunting crew in Southern Idaho and we traveled east, arriving a night an Day before the opener.
Our crew consisted of myself, my 33 year old brother in law Mike, my 65 year old father, my 63 year old uncle and a 52 year old Basque from Nevada named Jerome. (imagine One Track wound up on a Picon Punch or two!)
We were all experienced horsemen sowe had our horses saddled and we scouted our way around the beaver ponds we were going to cross in the dark the next morning. Our guides appreciated our "Take charge" attitudes....
I didn't sleep a wink that night and met the outfitter dressed and ready to go at 3:30 in the morning. After saddling horses, and eating a hot breakfast we were on the trail, under the full moon at 4:45 in the AM. We had company at the beaver pond as a couple of riders from another camp crossed the creek with us leading the way. They got ahead of us and even took the fork in the trail we had planned to go up.
Our crew consisted of myself, my 33 year old brother in law Mike, my 65 year old father, my 63 year old uncle and a 52 year old Basque from Nevada named Jerome. (imagine One Track wound up on a Picon Punch or two!)
We were all experienced horsemen sowe had our horses saddled and we scouted our way around the beaver ponds we were going to cross in the dark the next morning. Our guides appreciated our "Take charge" attitudes....
I didn't sleep a wink that night and met the outfitter dressed and ready to go at 3:30 in the morning. After saddling horses, and eating a hot breakfast we were on the trail, under the full moon at 4:45 in the AM. We had company at the beaver pond as a couple of riders from another camp crossed the creek with us leading the way. They got ahead of us and even took the fork in the trail we had planned to go up.
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Hum, are you stuck in Wyoming?
Lets here the story.
Lets here the story.
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So Dad and Mike (the Bro-in-law) set up low on the left side of the ridge, while I took the guide up higher to watch some other clearings. He had guided last year, but had never been in this country before. His instructions were "Go withthe Martin's they will show you every thing you need to know." I call that pretty high praise from our outfitter....My father and uncle have hunted this country for 6 years prior, and it was my thrid year in there.
We had 3 bulls bugling in the draiunage, and It wasn't even light yet. We did the "sneak and peek" ove through three or four clearings. saw a Wallow that looked the size of a small Doughboy swimming pool and finally when it was light enough to see, spotted a herd of elk, a mile away at the head of the canyon. We could see bulls fighting, so I wasted no time dropping of into tohe draw and crossing the creek over to the timber on the other side.
Now the guide said we RAN all the way to the elk. I'm pretty sure I just kept a quick walk. That Marathon training paid off, I guess. About 1/4 mile before we reached where we want to be, in the downfall, just after first light, I heard a growl....More like a grumble BROUGHHH BROUGGHHHH......but didn't see the bruin making it. My guides eyes got REAL wide.....
Hold on, I'll be back!........
We had 3 bulls bugling in the draiunage, and It wasn't even light yet. We did the "sneak and peek" ove through three or four clearings. saw a Wallow that looked the size of a small Doughboy swimming pool and finally when it was light enough to see, spotted a herd of elk, a mile away at the head of the canyon. We could see bulls fighting, so I wasted no time dropping of into tohe draw and crossing the creek over to the timber on the other side.
Now the guide said we RAN all the way to the elk. I'm pretty sure I just kept a quick walk. That Marathon training paid off, I guess. About 1/4 mile before we reached where we want to be, in the downfall, just after first light, I heard a growl....More like a grumble BROUGHHH BROUGGHHHH......but didn't see the bruin making it. My guides eyes got REAL wide.....
Hold on, I'll be back!........
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Git 'em, Rocky!
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Yeah baby!
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Now where was I? Oh yeah , the bear....
Well my guide had his .460 drawn and asked me if I had a shell in the chamber on my .300 win mag. I nodded and motioned for him to watch our back as we continued to move in on the elk. We continued through another quarter mile of downfall timber without seeing the bear and came within 200 yards of the edge of the clearing when I heard shots ring out from the next ridge. I kicked it into high gear, worried that it might have spooked my herd but I was relieved when we reached the edge of the clearing and I started seeing elk.
It was the perfect set up. The sun was rising behind us, and the wind was in our face. There were three mule deer on the left side of the clearing, and we could hear cows and calves chirping to one another. There were 3 bulls and numerous spikes all bugling and posturing. As we had come through he timber we could occasionally hear bugles. one of which was low, gnarly, snarly and downright growly. When I heard it again when I had the herd in view, I saw the bull that was making it and had my gun up and resting on the web of my hand as I gripped the trunk of a small pine.
I had to wait for him to feed another 20 yards and clear some cows and calves before I took my shot. I ranged him at 170 yards, put the crosshairs on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger.........
BOOM!
Down he went like a ton of bricks. The whole basin came alive with elk running everywhere....Then they all stopped and looked around. I had time to glass the rest of the herd and count the bulls remaining. If my dad and brother in law had been there they could have filled their tags as well. Finally, a smaller six point started pushing cows up the hill, but there were elk in the open even after we stepped out of the trees. We walked up to the bull on the ground with my guide beating me on the back telling me what a great shot I'd made.
Well my guide had his .460 drawn and asked me if I had a shell in the chamber on my .300 win mag. I nodded and motioned for him to watch our back as we continued to move in on the elk. We continued through another quarter mile of downfall timber without seeing the bear and came within 200 yards of the edge of the clearing when I heard shots ring out from the next ridge. I kicked it into high gear, worried that it might have spooked my herd but I was relieved when we reached the edge of the clearing and I started seeing elk.
It was the perfect set up. The sun was rising behind us, and the wind was in our face. There were three mule deer on the left side of the clearing, and we could hear cows and calves chirping to one another. There were 3 bulls and numerous spikes all bugling and posturing. As we had come through he timber we could occasionally hear bugles. one of which was low, gnarly, snarly and downright growly. When I heard it again when I had the herd in view, I saw the bull that was making it and had my gun up and resting on the web of my hand as I gripped the trunk of a small pine.
I had to wait for him to feed another 20 yards and clear some cows and calves before I took my shot. I ranged him at 170 yards, put the crosshairs on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger.........
BOOM!
Down he went like a ton of bricks. The whole basin came alive with elk running everywhere....Then they all stopped and looked around. I had time to glass the rest of the herd and count the bulls remaining. If my dad and brother in law had been there they could have filled their tags as well. Finally, a smaller six point started pushing cows up the hill, but there were elk in the open even after we stepped out of the trees. We walked up to the bull on the ground with my guide beating me on the back telling me what a great shot I'd made.
