DanD
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Well it’s the middle of winter and it’s a bit slow on hunting stories. I would imagine that’s because it’s the middle of winter? Anyway I thought I would share with all of you all my hunting trip to Utah the last 2 weekends.
My hunting partner and myself had drawn tags to hunt the last antlerless elk hunt of the year. On opening day Saturday the 12th we arrive in our zone around midnight get a couple hours sleep, about a half-hour after first light we headed up the hill to try and find the elk. We had not scouted so we where pretty much going in blind. We find what looks to be a good place, (good looking elk country and there’s a couple other hunters parked along the side of the road) as I’m getting out of the truck to take a look around the first thing I hear is 4 gun shots coming from the valley that I was thinking about walking down. The good news was that I had found where the elk are, the bad new was somebody else was shooting at them. The rest of the weekend didn’t fair much better, I ended up not seeing any alive elk all weekend (bulls don’t count). My partner did spotted one on Saturday but couldn’t get a shot off. An interesting note while I was waiting for him to get back at the truck a guy pulls up beside me and we start talkin and you would not believe, I drive 800 miles from home, I’m in the middle of no where in Utah and this guy not only is from So Cal, but lives in the same town as me Santa Clarita, I just couldn’t believe it, what a small world.
Well we headed back up this last Friday and this time we brought a snow machine along so I could get quite a bit farther off the main road then what I can in my truck. Saturday morning we head out and my partner spots four elk about a half-mile away and puts the stalk on but is not able to get a shot off. We take a break for lunch then head to another spot to hunt that afternoon. I’m about a mile and a half from the truck and I spot a couple elk about half way up the ridge on the other side of the valley, I’d say 800 to 1000 yards away. Winds, in my favor and they are moving towards the saddle between these two hills. I sneak to about 100 – 150 yards from the saddle and set up and wait hoping that they keep coming in my direction. After what seemed like an eternity (about 15 minuets) I could start to see them coming through the trees. Now I can count about five or six in the herd. After another 5 minuets or so final had one come out into the open so I could get good clean shot. Since it was now fairly late in the afternoon and the middle of winter the sun was pretty low on the horizon and with my bad luck or bad positioning on my part. Even though I really didn’t have much of a choice as I was more concerned with the wind, I found myself in the sun, looking into the sun, at the elk that are in the shade about 300 yards away. I’ll tell you what that was a mess looking through the scope the glare was trerible. I was able to pick up the elk that had stepped out of the trees and had a good quartering towards me shot. One shot and she fell in her tracks. The problem was I could not see her and I didn’t see her fall. So after I shoot I look through the scope and can still see 5 elk or so roaming around. I didn’t know I had even dropped her until I had walked almost all the way over to where she was standing when I shot. And then as the story goes the real work begins, I was just thanking my luck stars that I had gotten the snow machine for the weekend. We where able to take it out in two halves which was really nice since it was getting late and didn’t have much light left. I think if I would have had to quarter it and hall it out on my back I’d still be up there.
My hunting partner and myself had drawn tags to hunt the last antlerless elk hunt of the year. On opening day Saturday the 12th we arrive in our zone around midnight get a couple hours sleep, about a half-hour after first light we headed up the hill to try and find the elk. We had not scouted so we where pretty much going in blind. We find what looks to be a good place, (good looking elk country and there’s a couple other hunters parked along the side of the road) as I’m getting out of the truck to take a look around the first thing I hear is 4 gun shots coming from the valley that I was thinking about walking down. The good news was that I had found where the elk are, the bad new was somebody else was shooting at them. The rest of the weekend didn’t fair much better, I ended up not seeing any alive elk all weekend (bulls don’t count). My partner did spotted one on Saturday but couldn’t get a shot off. An interesting note while I was waiting for him to get back at the truck a guy pulls up beside me and we start talkin and you would not believe, I drive 800 miles from home, I’m in the middle of no where in Utah and this guy not only is from So Cal, but lives in the same town as me Santa Clarita, I just couldn’t believe it, what a small world.
Well we headed back up this last Friday and this time we brought a snow machine along so I could get quite a bit farther off the main road then what I can in my truck. Saturday morning we head out and my partner spots four elk about a half-mile away and puts the stalk on but is not able to get a shot off. We take a break for lunch then head to another spot to hunt that afternoon. I’m about a mile and a half from the truck and I spot a couple elk about half way up the ridge on the other side of the valley, I’d say 800 to 1000 yards away. Winds, in my favor and they are moving towards the saddle between these two hills. I sneak to about 100 – 150 yards from the saddle and set up and wait hoping that they keep coming in my direction. After what seemed like an eternity (about 15 minuets) I could start to see them coming through the trees. Now I can count about five or six in the herd. After another 5 minuets or so final had one come out into the open so I could get good clean shot. Since it was now fairly late in the afternoon and the middle of winter the sun was pretty low on the horizon and with my bad luck or bad positioning on my part. Even though I really didn’t have much of a choice as I was more concerned with the wind, I found myself in the sun, looking into the sun, at the elk that are in the shade about 300 yards away. I’ll tell you what that was a mess looking through the scope the glare was trerible. I was able to pick up the elk that had stepped out of the trees and had a good quartering towards me shot. One shot and she fell in her tracks. The problem was I could not see her and I didn’t see her fall. So after I shoot I look through the scope and can still see 5 elk or so roaming around. I didn’t know I had even dropped her until I had walked almost all the way over to where she was standing when I shot. And then as the story goes the real work begins, I was just thanking my luck stars that I had gotten the snow machine for the weekend. We where able to take it out in two halves which was really nice since it was getting late and didn’t have much light left. I think if I would have had to quarter it and hall it out on my back I’d still be up there.