Getting a little more mud on the tires than we bargained for!
For those of you who have been faithfully following my elk journals - Thank You!! I had good intentions of doing this day-by-day, but seem to have hit a bit of a lull. I'm sorry for keeping you hanging. I'm going to try really hard and get back on track because I still have several journal entries to post... and I want to get to the days where tags are filled. Plus, whitetail season is upon us and I want to post fun updates about those hunts. So..... without further ado, here is Day 9 of our elk hunt:
MORNING HUNT: Nonexistent
Sunday, September 2
The night before we pretty much decided that the morning hunt would be nonexistent. Labor Day weekend had the mountain buzzing with people, which makes the hunting a little more difficult. So we enjoyed a late evening around the campfire. We still have all month to hunt so why not get a good night sleep, figure out which side of the mountain is pressured the least and form a plan of attack for the evening hunt? That is exactly what we did.
As the morning sun woke the slumbering hunters in camp, we wiped the sleep from our eyes and whipped up a pancake breakfast - with lots of BACON of course. The day was filled with bow practice, and four wheeler excursions down the many trails.
EVENING HUNT: Far Mountain
As the afternoon hours ticked on, it was finally time to get serious. Around 2:00, we headed over to the far mountain. The one that requires a long ride down a road that has the potential to turn to snot at the hint of rain. It is the very reason we have chains in each of our trucks. It is the cause for long bouts of silence as the passengers contemplate whether or not it is safer to bail out of the truck or ride it out as the driver white knuckles the steering wheel. It is the road where you can see to the bottom of the valley below and makes you wonder if the truck will roll all the way to the bottom if you slide off the edge, or if the small shrubs are more than just false security and will actually stop your truck.
A few thunderstorms in the distance didn't cause us to think twice this afternoon; however, we probably should have.
Upon reaching "far mountain," we dropped down to the first tier and sat along the aspen trees lining the meadow. After making a few cow calls and waiting fifteen minutes or so, we heard two faint cow calls. A young cow had snuck up to us and stood broadside at 45 yards. We were all in a row, nestled in along the tree line. Troy had his bow ready. Todd saw what was about to happen and face planted his nose into the dirt. Everyone whispered the now famous, "Don't move" phrase. Troy went to full draw and released an arrow. We all watched as the cow ducked the arrow hard. In fact, she ducked it so hard that Troy spun around and said, "Did you see that? She looked like Bambi on ice!!" It was impressive!
We moved down to the lower portion of the meadow and the only other elk seen was a spike that snuck up to Garnet to about 15 yards.
Little did we know that the adventure of day was just around the corner. A few sprinkles began to rain down on us as we loaded up in the truck - not enough to cause concern, but enough to drive faster. As we neared "the road" that leads up the mountainside... you know the one I was talking about earlier, the clouds began to release more and more rain. We had decided to take two trucks (I honestly am not sure why), so Allen and Troy were leading the way, and Todd was chauffeuring the girls in his truck.
About half way up the mountainside, we started to slide. Our truck was on a beeline towards the edge. Garnet and I both had a hand on the door handle. We looked at each other but didn't say a word. As Todd's truck slid to a stop, we both nodded and bailed out of the truck. I fell in the mud. I didn't care.
Somehow Allen and Troy managed to get their truck stopped in a semi-safe location and then walked down in the mud to help chain-up. Once the chains were on, we had just enough traction to get the truck pointed in the right direction again. Let me tell you - It took all the courage I could muster to get back in the truck!! I was so tempted to walk back to camp and probably would have if that mud wasn't so slick. It seriously was like a huge mud slip and slide. And the worst part is, the more you walk in it, the heavier your boots get. I think I was seriously 4 inches taller just from my short jaunt from Todd's truck to Troy's truck.
I'm pretty sure I had a sip of whiskey when I got back to camp.
MORNING HUNT: Big Bull Meadow
It's finally September and everyone is in camp. Todd and Mel rolled in around 12:00 A.M., and Allen, Garnet and the kids arrived around 2:00 A.M. The alarm went off at sharply 4:00 A.M. but it took a little longer for everyone to get moving. Troy knocked on Allen's camper and he poked his head out the front door and said, "I'm not going to make it."
Once everyone that was going hunting was finally loaded up (Troy, Todd, Mel and I), we headed down the dirt road. It was 5:00 and the sleepy hunters attempted to guzzle coffee strategically as our heads bobbed up and down while our driver navigated the bumps in the "road." We once again loaded up backpacks and carried bows as we headed into elk country. We probably should have left a little earlier this morning because as we emerged from the dark timber into the open meadow, the elk were already making their way across the other side. A cow stood broadside for a while and then we watched as the other edge of the pines swallowed up the herd.
This was Mel's first experience hunting elk. It is always so much fun watching someone for the first time as they encounter elk. She was so excited even though we weren't that close this morning. We quickly told her that was only a small glimpse of what future hunts would hold!
You may be thinking about now... why didn't you chase the herd? Well, you could, I suppose. However, it is early in the season and we haven't had a lot of luck yet in calling them in. It is better to not pressure them - especially since we know they've been crossing through this area. We would rather be in the right spot at the right time. Plus I think they saw us this morning and were probably clued in that we weren't elk. And have you ever chased an elk across a mountain? Good luck with that!
We hung around for another hour or so before heading back to camp for the afternoon. Egg burritos were fixed for lunch - and of course we all split the cooking duties. I cooked bacon. Al fixed eggs. Todd fried potatoes, and Troy cleaned out the fire pit for the evening fire.
EVENING HUNT: Road Past the Foundation
Due to the labor day weekend crowd, we had a hard time finding a place to hunt. People were everywhere. Troy stayed back in camp and watched the boys, Cody and Justin. Troy ended up with his hands full! At one point he threw Cody's toy on top of the camper because Cody was misbehaving. However, the plan backfired because Cody quickly retaliated and threw a split piece of fire wood at Troy's shin. When we returned to camp, Troy had quite the look on his face. He had a new appreciation for taking care of kiddos.
The rest of us enjoyed our evening hunt; however, we didn't see any elk... except for the ones that Todd scared away when going to the bathroom by an aspen tree. He looked up the hill and pointed. Four cows were making a bee line down the hill to the valley below.
Allen led us down a cliff this evening - that was fun!
Upon hiking back, we took a couple of breaks since we had climbed quite a ways down the mountain and climbing UP isn't as easy. One break consisted of the guys scaring the girls with a snake. And then there was the bouncing aspen tree shenanigans. Oh and a small thunderstorm passed above us tonight also.
The evening ended with drinks around the campfire! Ahhhh....
MORNING HUNT: Big Bull Meadow
Friday, August 31
After the hour drive down the back road in the moonlight, we once again reached the spot. The lodge pole pines on the edge of the road mark the location where we unload and enter into the dark timber. We know that just on the other side, the pines reaching to the sky will open up to a meadow on the other side. Our "Big Bull Meadow" is just off the beaten path, yet seems to be a crossing area for the elk from one side of the mountain to the other, and we planned on being there in the first light to catch any passing through.
We walked in by the light of the moon around 5:45 AM and immediately spotted elk in the first corner of the meadow. (Actually, I spotted them) We snuck up another 50 yards to the edge. Troy was on one side of a big pine and I was on the other. Pointing to my eyes with my index and middle finger, I let Troy know I could see elk above us. They were making their way down into the opening. I fumbled with my range finder and couldn't get a good read, but I figured the bull was about 50 yards. I went to full draw and as I was settling my bottom pin at the quartering away 5x5, I heard Troy's bow go off. The lead cow let out a bark and I saw the bull take off. I was sure that Troy nailed him because he doesn't miss at that range. All summer long he was drilling the center of the target at this distance. So when we found his arrow buried in the dirt, we questioned what happened and began to replay the scene over and over in our minds.
Since it was still early (7:00), we decided to move to the top of the mountain. If we hurried, we may still have a chance of getting in on some other elk. However, it wasn't meant to be. The elk at first light was the chance of the day.
While sitting against the aspen on the top of the mountain, Troy continued to replay the scene from the morning over and over in his head. Let's just say that he was not in the best of moods after that shot. A pine cone was then tossed at my head. With a quick look up at my husband to see what prompted the pine missile, I saw him frantically waving his hands for me to come up by him. As I reached him he was holding out his bow and pointing to the limb pockets. His bow had backed out a full turn! He had been sitting there going over his bow trying to figure out if he simply missed the shot, or if something on his bow was truly off. Relieved and annoyed all at once, at least now he had an answer... but he wasn't happy.
EVENING HUNT: Nonexistent - Rained out!
Our afternoon consisted of egg burritos, Troy changing his brakes, picking up firewood at vacant camps before the labor day weekend crusaders arrived and waiting out a rainstorm in the camper for the rest of the evening. Midnight and 2:00 A.M. marked the time when the rest of our "pack" rolled into camp. Tomorrow would be a busy day with everyone here again, recharged and ready to get after the elk.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of the continuing hunt
that the next day would hold...
The series of Elk 2012 Journal entries continue. We are now half-way through the first week of our elk hunt, and September is just around the corner. In Colorado, the last day of the 2012 archery elk season is September 23. Keep in mind - things tend to get more and more exciting as you near the end of September. Several exciting stories are upcoming in my journal entries, so hang with me as we journey through my hunt day-by-day.
MORNING HUNT: Nonexistent
Thursday, August 30
It's true. We not only went to bed early last night, we slept in this morning - and MAN did it feel good! Around 8:30 AM we rolled out of camp and headed to town. On the agenda? Breakfast at a local restaurant that we frequent every year for the chicken fried steak and eggs is priority number one. Then a stop at the laundry mat to turn our clothes into scent-free garments once again. The truck is fueled up. A quick visit at a local coffee shop to borrow WiFi and send my PSE articles on their way. (Did you know I'm blogging now for PSE? Fun stuff! Check it out HERE.) Water jugs are refilled. And finally a quick stop at the grocery store for ice and soda. Oh, and then back to the coffee shop to pick up my purse I left hanging on the chair. It's a good thing my head is attached!
One of my favorite things about hunting is supporting the local towns nearby. Often times you can find some of the best home cooked meals in these little mountain towns. And during hunting season, the camaraderie you experience out in the field seems to flow through the veins of these quaint towns. It's okay to walk into a dinner fully decked out in hunting attire... The waitress doesn't think twice about asking if you had any luck, and the conversation filters from your table to the next. Now, I would recommend making a trip to the laundry mat afterwards if you plan on wearing your hunting gear after breakfast. I'm pretty sure that elk don't like chicken fried steak as much as my husband!
EVENING HUNT: Green Gate
This evening we walked the upper trail behind the green gate which really isn't green, but it was at one point in time - we just continue to call the area the "green gate" which works well because no one else knows what we are talking about.
We ran into another hunter tonight. It was the first time in the field this year we bumped into someone. I guess the green gate area isn't that much of a secret, huh? Granted, we didn't hike as far this time but we wanted to take our time, because we've run into elk right-out-of-the-gate before (sorry - that was bad, but I couldn't resist). Anyway... as we sat nestled against a few aspen trees, we watched this hunter walk right past us. At first we were a bit annoyed because in order to head down this trail, he would have had to pass right by our four wheeler. Typically it is polite to back out of an area if you see others are there first - at least that is what we do. Plus, who wants to hunt right on top of someone else? It just gets messy. As I sat there getting a little more and more annoyed as he got closer and closer, Troy motioned to him and they struck up a hunter conversation. You know.. the one with a lot of whispers and hand motions. Apparently this other hunter had a tree stand behind us over the hill. Okay, he gets a pass this time. Next time? blunts. (Settle down. I'm kidding!)
After waiting for our tree stand friend to make his way past us, we headed in the other direction. The area just above the "DMZ" marked our location. Around 7:00 a rain storm moved in. We quickly put on our rain gear and started back toward the four wheeler since we were just about out of daylight. It was a fun ride back to camp in the rain, dodging mud puddles and big white sheep dogs - I actually really enjoyed it. A big muley buck and his doe greeted us along the path. Upon reaching camp, we wiped down our gear, hung camo to dry and watched Hunger Games in the camper while feasting on ham & bean soup.
It was a good day! I would relive this day in a heart beat.
MORNING HUNT: Big Bull Meadow
Wednesday, August 29
Are you beginning to see a pattern? Yes, we headed to one of our favorite spots again this morning. We woke up EARLY this time. The alarm clock was set for 4:00 A.M., but the good thing is that after the first couple of days up on the mountain, the morning routine becomes easier each day. At least the getting ready part. The waking up gets a little harder as muscles begin to remind you of events from the previous day. Once your brain convinces your body to escape from the warmth of the cozy sleeping bag, it doesn't take long to throw on your gear and get on the way. Pants are ready to be thrown on and have all the needed items stored safely in each pocket. Backpacks by now are ready to go - stored safely in the bed of the truck. This of course is out of necessity. They are no longer allowed in the camper or cab of the truck due to the stink of elk urine that has successfully soaked deep into the fabric.
We walked into the meadow in the dark and sat in the middle aspen grove. Unfortunately, the elk didn't show up. The only action we saw all morning was a few mule deer crossing the top of the meadow around 9:30.
EVENING HUNT: Nonexistent
Today was Rudy's last day with us. Upon reaching camp this afternoon, we sat around, built another campfire and talked about the hunts over the last couple days. It was great getting to know Rudy and we are looking forward to watching the final cut of #ElkTour.
As Troy and I watched Rudy drive down the dirt road we found ourselves alone in camp. After the last couple of uneventful hunts, we decided that it might be good to simply stay in camp for the evening and recharge. It was a great evening! We cleaned up camp, took a nap, ate left over lasagna and went to bed early.
MORNING HUNT: Aspen Ridge Road Mtn
Tuesday, August 28
Skunked. I guess you can't run into elk every day. Right? This morning we hunted the left side of Aspen Ridge Road. We dropped down and made a big loop, circling around to the east of Big Bull Meadow. We didn't see ANYTHING. I think it was Allen's fault... he forgot his release that day which automatically made him the caller by default.
EVENING HUNT: Beaver Ponds
Allen and Todd had to head down the mountain after the morning hunt to return to work for a few days. So our "hunting pack" shrunk down to just Rudy, Troy and myself. A small thunderstorm rolled through the Rockies this afternoon. The incredible lightning display in the sky above had us second guessing the brilliance of traversing through the woods holding metal bows and a large lightening rod - aka Rudy's camera monopod. After sitting it out a bit and taking some amazing pictures from the safety of the truck, we ended up venturing down the trail.
Apparently all the animals were scared of lighting too, because we didn't see any living creature in the woods that night. Okay... maybe a squirrel made an appearance. We sat by a wallow at the end of the trail until the evening light began to fade. Nothing. All was quiet.
So... back to camp for a nightcap and dreams that the action would pick up tomorrow!
MORNING HUNT: Big Bull Meadow
Monday, August 27
On day three we visited big bull meadow again in the morning in hopes of a repeat from the day before... as far as getting into the elk - not endless tracking. Each hunter wanted a chance at the bulls we saw yesterday.
We arrived in the meadow just as daylight was breaking. A quick glimpse of two cows and a bull grazing through the meadow caused hearts to race and hopes to surge. We were relieved that after all the action yesterday and hanging around attempting to find Todd's bull, all of the elk weren't spooked off the mountain. Our hopes were high that an elk tag would be filled today!
As the sun crept higher in the sky and thermals began to rise, effectively shifting the wind, our scent slowly drifted up the mountainside. Rudy (otherwise known as the huntographer, hunting godfather, elk-caller-wanna-be, or whatever fun name you want to call him) and I sat patiently waiting. I think I even told him this morning where to hide in the pines behind me. You should have seen the look he gave me as he promptly said, "yes ma'am!" (Sorry, Rudy)
A cow and calf made their way across the top of the meadow, and I hoped they would wander down in front of us. They maybe got as close as 75 yards, but with our scent blowing straight up to them, the odds were not in our favor. I'm sure it didn't help that I had a 6'7"huntographer hiding in a pine tree behind me. That is a lot of stink!*
(I'm totally kidding Rudy - I know you aren't quite 6'7".)
As the noon hour approached, we gave in to our grumbling stomachs and decided to head back to camp, feed our bellies and get ready for the evening hunt. We stopped along the way to snap a few pictures of a great buck... which we promptly taunted Todd with since he was the only one with a buck tag, but it was already filled!
EVENING HUNT: Beaver Ponds
Tonight we decided to change things up a bit and hunt the other side of the mountain which we refer to as the "beaver ponds." Since we arrived early, we walked in slowly and decided to let out just a few cow calls. Allen was the furthest down the trail, Todd took the left side and Troy the right. That left me stuck in the middle. Rudy followed me up through some thick pines and we stopped in what seemed to be the only small clearing that offered a shooting lane. It would be a small window of opportunity if any elk decided to come by us on the way down to check out the "cows" below. I had a small grove of baby aspen trees sprinkled in front of my view. I guessed if a bull came down it would be to the opening on my left, presenting a perfect broadside shot. However, the elk didn't get the memo. (They usually don't)
After only 10-15 minutes of calling, I could hear them coming in. They didn't bugle or call, but I heard them making their way down the timber. When you are in a spot where a top pin shot is most likely, and it is early in the season, you better listen carefully. Most often the elk will come in quiet and your best chance to pull your bow back at the right time is by listening. At least that is true for the last two chances I had at a bull - one of them being tonight!
Two bulls came running in and since they missed my memo, they came running in straight at me! Ugh! Instead of the broadside shot I wanted, I had a head shot and I was busted. I had a direct view through the baby aspens, but no clear shot and I didn't get my bow pulled back in time. The bull in front gave me a great view of his antlers on one side. I proceeded to count and kept counting over and over... one, two, three. And then again. One, two, three. Okay, I don't feel so bad that I'm not at full draw. He's not legal... unless is that brow tine five inches? Wait. As he turned his head, I counted 4 tines. Legal bull! I then began playing head games. Can I draw without scaring them away? I knew if I could get my bow pulled back and if he turns broadside, I could be shooting my first bull.
This whole scene played out in probably under 2 minutes,
but it felt like a life-time.
The bull in back sniffed the air a couple times, the smaller bull in front turned broadside, and then left just as fast. I pulled my bow back partly out of frustration and partly just wishing I could rewind that moment in time. I'm left with the close encounter memory once again, and with the hopes of arrowing my first bull. It will happen at some point in time... this was not that moment.
*Note: I'm joking with Rudy because I know he can handle it. He actually was sporting FirstLight wool base layers and we were all impressed by how well it worked - we hiked him all over the place and I was brave enough to smell the sweaty armpits of his base layer. I couldn't smell a hint of stink! It was impressive!
As mentioned in my previous post, I'm opening up my journal and giving a day-by-day account of my elk hunt this year. Click HERE for Day One.
DAY TWO at Elk Camp...
MORNING HUNT: Big Bull Meadow
Sunday, August 26
Troy slept in this morning due to a migraine, and Murphy's law hit. Every time someone skips out on a hunt, it is a guarantee that the hunting will be great! I don't know why this is, but it truly seems to happen that way. We ran into bulls this morning. Lots of them!
Upon reaching the lower end of the meadow just after sun up, we had elk come on top of us within 15 minutes. Todd was on the left side of the meadow, Allen in the middle nestled in the aspen trees, and I took the right flank, skirting the aspens. The bulls came up on the left and gave Todd a 30 yard broadside shot. After realizing that Todd shot one, we all regrouped and discussed what happened. He wasn't 100% sure of his shot placement; therefore, we wanted to give his bull some time to expire before beginning the tracking job.
We knew there were still bulls in the area, so we decided to sit still and see if someone else would get a shot. Unfortunately, it happened too fast once again and we were caught in the open meadow before getting set up. After a few rounds of everyone exchanging "Don't Move!", and all of the forceful whispers of "Rudy! Freeze. DON'T move. Rudy! Don't move!", the big guy above us went back to grazing and I attempted to move in closer. The problem? I was stuck in the sun and sticking out like a beacon in the open field - a bad situation for a bow hunter. I stood motionless and watched a magnificent bull taking his time in the field above, just out of bow range. Eventually he moved up above and never made his way down within shooting distance.
By this time, Todd was anxious to get on the blood trail. Lots of blood seemed to ensure that elk meat would be soon loaded in our packs. However, as any bowhunter knows, things can go south quickly if the trail runs dry, and unfortunately that is what happened. We searched all morning and into the afternoon. The blood trail dwindled down to one tiny blood drop on a rock in the middle of a field, and left us befuddled as to which way the bull went. After griding the area, we gave in to the idea that the blood trail had dried up. Either the bull would survive or make it miles from the last blood drop and end up feeding a lucky coyote or bear.
The evening hunt was non-existent today. However, Todd did end up filling his deer tag when a small buck wandered too close to camp. Backstraps on the grill seemed to lift our spirits that night!
Elk Season 2012. The above picture pretty much sums it up. We had a blast during the month of September hunting elk in Colorado. A few tags were punched. Many opportunities presented themselves. Memories were made. Friendships were enriched. And most importantly, we survived to tell about it all.
I wrote in my journal almost every day up on the mountain this year, but I have been remiss in telling any stories here on my blog. (Sorry.) I've decided it would be fun to let everyone in on my journal entries and retell our adventures in a day-by-day method here at FromtheDraw.com. So hopefully this won't get old because I have 19 days of journal entries! Some of them are pretty sketchy, so I'll either post them as I they were written, or I'll take the liberty of editing as I see fit. It really depends on how tired I am each night. So without further ado, here is DAY ONE at Elk Camp....
MORNING HUNT: Aspen Ridge Road Mtn*
Saturday, August 25
Rudy from Huntography followed close behind our truck as we crept up the winding road. Stars illuminated the path before us and eyeballs along the side of the road flashed back at us, indicating we were in the right spot. We rolled into camp around 2:30 AM last night (or this morning - however you want to look at it). Alarm clocks buzzed shortly afterwards. A few hours of rest is all we needed because today is the day we've been waiting for all year. It's the day that matches the date stamped on the elk tags in our pockets. Opening day!
After resting our eyes for a couple hours, it was time to slap on our boots, don camouflage, grab bows and load into the truck. Granola bars were munched on as we drove down the infamous road which leads to our hunting destination. We parked on top of "Aspen Ridge Road" which is the furthest area from camp - only 16 miles but an hour drive time. It has proven over the years that the early morning wake up call, and treacherous road is worth the trip. After hiking only 100 yards from the top, we got into elk right away. It happened fast! I don't think that Rudy was quite ready for it to happen that quick, but he was able to capture some great video clips! A cow, calf and spike came into 30 yards. I could have taken the calf that morning... but who wants to shoot a calf on the very first morning when you have 20 days of hunting. I may be regretting that one later.
We called them in a second time and watched them feed on some small aspens about 100 yards off. How fun!
On the drive back to camp, Rudy saw a herd of elk moseying through the dark timber just above a meadow we've lovingly dubbed "Big Bull Meadow." He casually said, "Look at those elk." Allen slammed on the breaks and we bailed out of the truck, leaving Rudy wondering what in the world is going on. Rudy caught up to me and we snuck in as close as we could. However, they were on the move and we could only get about 60 yards before spooking a couple of cows. We all had a good laugh at Rudy. Now, a word of caution... you must be 50 yards (from the centerline) off a maintained road to shoot an elk in Colorado. So make sure you know if the back road you are on is maintained, and if you aren't sure... step off far enough to be legal!
EVENING HUNT: Aspen Ridge Road Mtn - Cliff Side
Saturday, August 25
This evening we dropped down to the first tier and had a bull bugle down below. Troy and I dropped down with Rudy, while Allen and Todd moved up above to do their best cow interpretations. After 30 minutes of cow calling and no action we regrouped, and proceeded to goof around in the open meadow.
A word to the wise... pay attention when messing around, because I can't tell you how often a bull has come in when we aren't expecting it. It makes sense if you think about it. You get all set up and go through a calling sequence, and then stop calling. The bull then gets curious and comes in to check out where you went.
This is exactly what happened. Our bull bugled down below, but was closer this time. He was curious where the cows went. After hearing another bugle, we decided to try and make it work. Todd and Troy backed up this time and Allen and I nonchalantly looked at each other and said, "Let's go kill a bull." I think we even skipped hand-in-hand down the hill (possibly captured on film by Rudy - Yikes!).
Anyway, Allen sat toward the middle next a big pine and I sat on the edge of the meadow. The bull ended up coming up along the tree line. I could HEAR him coming before I could see him, so I started to draw back. The tip of my arrow caught just enough of the pine tree next to me to knock it off the rest. I kept my cool and let it drop to the ground without making a sound. I quickly nocked another arrow. The bull was now just around a small group of pines - 5 YARDS AWAY! The problem? I didn't realize he was that close. Seriously. I thought he was around the big pine 20 yards away and as I took one small step simultaneously as I drew my bow back, the bull caught the slight sound of a leaf crunched under my boot and did a 180 in mid-air! ALL I SAW WAS FUR! I looked back and Rudy was motionless with his eyes wide open and jaw to the ground. Both of us were in disbelief and shock of what just happened. After retelling the sequence of events to the rest of the pack, I was endlessly harassed for not shooting that bull. However, I wasn't the only one that didn't shoot him. Rudy, you could have at least got the bull on film, so that I could prove that I didn't have a shot even though he was that close! Sheesh! (Of course, I'm totally kidding, because he had the camera on me and was expecting the kill shot.)
And while all of this was happening down below, Todd and Troy had cows hanging around up above. Todd was face down in the dirt as Troy was getting ready to draw on a cow at 30 yards away... she never gave him a clear shot. (At least that is what he says. Ha!)
Next up... DAY TWO
*Note: Locations have been renamed to protect the area we hunt. Mostly it is because I'm scared of Big Al coming after me and stuffing his poop chair over my head.
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