Let me tell you guys something. If you ever go on a hunt with me, buy the opposite tag of what I have.
I get up to my glassing spot and glassed in some gale force winds that froze my water bottle. After two hours of that misery, I spotted two bucks, one good 4-point buck and a very nice 3-point buck. No elk.
I told myself that if I’m seeing deer this high, I gotta be seeing elk. Annoyed, I left and started scouting the area some more. We decided to head back to camp for a well needed nap.
After such, we drove back up through a different route and something just felt different, aside from the hurricane that was happening. I started glassing basins and didn’t find anything. Right before we created the hill, I told my dad to stop for one more shotgun glass.
There he was….
It was a 6-point bull surrounded by 10 or so cows. Exactly where I thought he would be.
My dad and I may have been hasty and started discussing who’s taking the first shot. I debated that this is likely going to be a long range shot and that I should be the rifleman should we get pinned over 200 yards (dad can’t shoot that far, doesn’t practice that).
Tonight, we’re going back one more time at sunset to see if we can bed him or the cows, then it’s a rat race to that spot first thing tomorrow. I like my odds; only seen two other camps up here and two UTVs zipping by.
All in on red.