rtraverdavis
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I killed my first bull ever within a couple hours of first light on opening morning of Eastern Oregon’s second rifle season. Many hours of scouting and learning and preparation paid off. Found him down in an absolute hell hole as soon as dawn came on, made a long, circuitous stalk, ranged him at 252, and that was that.
The pack out was satisfying work.
The country was spectacular.
A few days later, my hunting partner got his turn. Unfortunately, we were dumb and rushed and forgot to take any pictures before we broke down his bull. It was his first ever elk as well.
This was the most challenging and rewarding hunt I’ve ever been on. I’m tremendously grateful for these animals, the beautiful country they live in, and our public lands that we can wander freely through.
Also, a big thanks to a certain member of this forum for the sound advice on hunting this type of country.
The pack out was satisfying work.
The country was spectacular.
A few days later, my hunting partner got his turn. Unfortunately, we were dumb and rushed and forgot to take any pictures before we broke down his bull. It was his first ever elk as well.
This was the most challenging and rewarding hunt I’ve ever been on. I’m tremendously grateful for these animals, the beautiful country they live in, and our public lands that we can wander freely through.
Also, a big thanks to a certain member of this forum for the sound advice on hunting this type of country.
