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Not my tag, but was lucky enough to get invited to go along on the hunt. My Father in law drew a 111-115 221 & 222 archery tag. Took him over 10 years to get it.
Thougt I would share the story with you guys.
Day 1: We left reno with about a 7 hour trip in front of us. I was towing 2 horses and he was towing 2 quads. We were planing on hunting on both wilderness and non-wilderness. Got to the general area we planned on hunting around dark. Didnt quite make it all the way to were we wanted to camp so we just slept in our trucks and would get into camp the next morning.
Day 2: Got up early and started getting the trucks up the 10 mile windy dirt road to where we were to camp. Took 3 hours to go 10 miles. Went from 7000' to 9500'.
Long and nerve racking towing two horses up a grade like that. We finally got to our camp site around 1pm and didnt even bother to set-up. We just grabed our packs and hiked into the wilderness. As soon as we got on the trail we heard the bulls bugling. Was very promising! Hiked up to 11,200' and saw some awesome bucks....but no bulls...
Started the hike back down and we heard 2-3 bulls in front of us. Tried calling them in but no luck. They kept their distance, and this terrain made it nearly impossible to spot them or stalk them. Was getting dark so we made the trek back to camp. The hand held GPS came in very handy. I had camp marked and with out that we would have been walking in circles. It was very thick and steep country. In all this quick little hike turned into a 12 mile journey and put us back at camp around 11pm...
(camp still not really set-up).
Day 3: Today we just planed a short morning hunt so we could get back and set up camp durring the day. We decided to get back into the cayon where we heard the bulls the previous day. We got an early start and the bulls were bugling. We would try calling them with cow calls and bugles but they would not budge. They were talking back but had no desire to come check us out. We figured the only way we could get on one was to get them talking and make a stalk. So I stayed back and made the calls. My father-n-law would then follow their calls and try to move in. Again way to hard in this terrain...We then decided to stay up on the mountain since we got so far from camp and it didnt make sence to hike back just to return for an evening hunt.
Right around fivish or so the bulls start screaming again. But we just cant get into them...Was getting very frustrating. Once again we get back to camp at dark, tired and hungry...
Day 4: Its hard not to go back into that cayon with all the noise coming from it! So my father-n-law decides to go it alone this time for a "another quick morning hunt" I was going to watch the mountain side he was hunting from the other side of cayon. This was easy because I could get their quickly. This side was not wilderness (the side he was on was) and I could drive a quad there. At about 8am he gave me call on the radio to let me know it was no use trying to hunt these animals right now. They just were not rutting yet. Meanwhile I spotted many bulls above him! I Told him not to give up yet and that he ought to make his way back up to the 11,200 mark and get ready for an evening hunt up there since it appeared thats where the bulls were hanging out. The wheather was perfect as of now...
I headed back to camp to get things set up. We still hadnt really unpacked anything. Then the thunder clouds came in...along with lots of rain/hail... My father-n-law was up in this mess with no jacket or lunch or matches. He was very unprepared to stay up there with this kind of wheather rolling in. But never heard from him on the radio so I assumed he was ok which he was.
I headed back to my spot on the adjacent hill to see if I could spot him. As soon as I rolled up I get a call from him saying "F this!" And he was heading down very wet and tired...That night since the bulls weren't rutting yet he decided it would be better to head out and come back the last weekend of the season. Even though he had a nice 6x6 come within 50 yards of him along with a rag horn that day it just wasnt very promissing at this point in time. I was pretty bummed because I knew I wouldnt be able to make the trip back with him...
Some pictures of the country we were in. Nevada can be pretty damn impressive, I always thought it was just a big flat desert
our camp
Thougt I would share the story with you guys.
Day 1: We left reno with about a 7 hour trip in front of us. I was towing 2 horses and he was towing 2 quads. We were planing on hunting on both wilderness and non-wilderness. Got to the general area we planned on hunting around dark. Didnt quite make it all the way to were we wanted to camp so we just slept in our trucks and would get into camp the next morning.
Day 2: Got up early and started getting the trucks up the 10 mile windy dirt road to where we were to camp. Took 3 hours to go 10 miles. Went from 7000' to 9500'.
Started the hike back down and we heard 2-3 bulls in front of us. Tried calling them in but no luck. They kept their distance, and this terrain made it nearly impossible to spot them or stalk them. Was getting dark so we made the trek back to camp. The hand held GPS came in very handy. I had camp marked and with out that we would have been walking in circles. It was very thick and steep country. In all this quick little hike turned into a 12 mile journey and put us back at camp around 11pm...
Day 3: Today we just planed a short morning hunt so we could get back and set up camp durring the day. We decided to get back into the cayon where we heard the bulls the previous day. We got an early start and the bulls were bugling. We would try calling them with cow calls and bugles but they would not budge. They were talking back but had no desire to come check us out. We figured the only way we could get on one was to get them talking and make a stalk. So I stayed back and made the calls. My father-n-law would then follow their calls and try to move in. Again way to hard in this terrain...We then decided to stay up on the mountain since we got so far from camp and it didnt make sence to hike back just to return for an evening hunt.
Right around fivish or so the bulls start screaming again. But we just cant get into them...Was getting very frustrating. Once again we get back to camp at dark, tired and hungry...
Day 4: Its hard not to go back into that cayon with all the noise coming from it! So my father-n-law decides to go it alone this time for a "another quick morning hunt" I was going to watch the mountain side he was hunting from the other side of cayon. This was easy because I could get their quickly. This side was not wilderness (the side he was on was) and I could drive a quad there. At about 8am he gave me call on the radio to let me know it was no use trying to hunt these animals right now. They just were not rutting yet. Meanwhile I spotted many bulls above him! I Told him not to give up yet and that he ought to make his way back up to the 11,200 mark and get ready for an evening hunt up there since it appeared thats where the bulls were hanging out. The wheather was perfect as of now...
I headed back to camp to get things set up. We still hadnt really unpacked anything. Then the thunder clouds came in...along with lots of rain/hail... My father-n-law was up in this mess with no jacket or lunch or matches. He was very unprepared to stay up there with this kind of wheather rolling in. But never heard from him on the radio so I assumed he was ok which he was.
I headed back to my spot on the adjacent hill to see if I could spot him. As soon as I rolled up I get a call from him saying "F this!" And he was heading down very wet and tired...That night since the bulls weren't rutting yet he decided it would be better to head out and come back the last weekend of the season. Even though he had a nice 6x6 come within 50 yards of him along with a rag horn that day it just wasnt very promissing at this point in time. I was pretty bummed because I knew I wouldnt be able to make the trip back with him...
Some pictures of the country we were in. Nevada can be pretty damn impressive, I always thought it was just a big flat desert
our camp
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