IndyJay
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Well, now that most of the public fighting has stopped, I suppose I should pony-up and tell my story.
We saw lots of elk to be sure. Each day, DS would tell me it's just going to get better and darned if it didn't. Finally, Wednesday afternoon, we were on the trail of a nice bull. The largest tracks we had cut to date. We got a glimpse of him too late and a too far off for a stalk. Disappointed and tired, DS assured me we could get closer to a bigger one if we were patient.
I'll be darned if he wasn't right again! Thursday AM after 90 minutes of steady walking we decided to take a break. When we lit on an old dead fall, we were overlooking a narrow 'tongue-shaped' patch of relatively open country... open compared to the thick stuff on either side of the tongue anyway...
Out of nowhere, a bull materialized. A big bull at that. That's when my heart started racing and my palms began to sweat... DS calmed me down and we decided I needed to take a poke quick-like. My lane was a clear as could be hoped for with some small **** close to where the bull stood. At the sound of the gun, he was off... down into the deep stuff, headed toward the wilderness.
We quickly moved down to where he was standing and found lots of hair and tracks leading away. After about 30 yards, we found blood! Well, we followed blood for a good 3 hours, seeing the bull only once with no shot opportunity. After a very brief rest, the search continued... all uphill! This bull wasn't hurt badly enough to even think about going down... 2:00pm came and went. As 3;30pm neared, the search ended. The bull had bedded down and gotten back up. No further blood trail....
All in all, I'm disappointed I didn't tag the bull, obviously. I am, however; glad he'll live to see another winter. He'll be there next year... God and the Wyoming draw willing, so will we...
Final readout on the bull... good mass, tall main beams and six points on the side we saw clearly... a nice representative bull to be sure.
We saw lots of elk to be sure. Each day, DS would tell me it's just going to get better and darned if it didn't. Finally, Wednesday afternoon, we were on the trail of a nice bull. The largest tracks we had cut to date. We got a glimpse of him too late and a too far off for a stalk. Disappointed and tired, DS assured me we could get closer to a bigger one if we were patient.
I'll be darned if he wasn't right again! Thursday AM after 90 minutes of steady walking we decided to take a break. When we lit on an old dead fall, we were overlooking a narrow 'tongue-shaped' patch of relatively open country... open compared to the thick stuff on either side of the tongue anyway...
Out of nowhere, a bull materialized. A big bull at that. That's when my heart started racing and my palms began to sweat... DS calmed me down and we decided I needed to take a poke quick-like. My lane was a clear as could be hoped for with some small **** close to where the bull stood. At the sound of the gun, he was off... down into the deep stuff, headed toward the wilderness.
We quickly moved down to where he was standing and found lots of hair and tracks leading away. After about 30 yards, we found blood! Well, we followed blood for a good 3 hours, seeing the bull only once with no shot opportunity. After a very brief rest, the search continued... all uphill! This bull wasn't hurt badly enough to even think about going down... 2:00pm came and went. As 3;30pm neared, the search ended. The bull had bedded down and gotten back up. No further blood trail....
All in all, I'm disappointed I didn't tag the bull, obviously. I am, however; glad he'll live to see another winter. He'll be there next year... God and the Wyoming draw willing, so will we...
Final readout on the bull... good mass, tall main beams and six points on the side we saw clearly... a nice representative bull to be sure.