PoleX
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I've been blessed with a hell of a hunting partner...He took me under his wing in college and showed me the ropes. Looking back, he was pretty green but had a lot more experience than me so I was happy to have someone invite me along.
Selfless as they come, never concerned with being the one to pull the trigger. He's able to tough out about anything, even if most of his gear was hand me down Walmart stuff from the discount rack (at least back when we were poor college kids).
When I think about what was my "best" hunt, it has to be the day he shot his biggest bull. I was tagged out, we were deer/elk hunting together when I stumbled into a really nice bull. We split up for the morning to cover more ground. About 30 minutes after we separated I caught some movement out ahead. I pull up the binos and my first thought was "this thing is going to walk out of my life and there is nothing I can do about it." To my surprise he ends up bedding down within a minute of me watching him. If he took another step I wouldn't of seen him bed. I pulled my spotter out and got a good look at him. I started shaking a bit after he turned his head and I got my first really good look at his rack. He's a great bull..
I marked the spot, leave my spotter on the bull and sprint towards where I thought my buddy was headed. Its no joke of an effort to find him in a timely manner and get back on the bull. I eventually catch up with him and we make a mad dash back to where I had left the spotter.


He's still bedded and his vitals are covered. It's no layup. 420 yards, uphill and we'll have to wait for him to stand. My buddy gets setup on the bull and we decide I should gain some elevation on a nearby ridge to see if there is a better vantage to get a cross canyon shot from. As it often goes in the mountains, things looked a lot different as I gained elevation and I was having a difficult time re-locating the bull. As I make my way up to find him a better spot to shoot from, I somehow end up behind the bull which causes him to get up from his bed. I hit the deck cause I start hearing bullets whiz by me. After a couple rounds the shooting stops and I hear my buddy yelling to inform me he got him.

A lot of close seconds together:

Selfless as they come, never concerned with being the one to pull the trigger. He's able to tough out about anything, even if most of his gear was hand me down Walmart stuff from the discount rack (at least back when we were poor college kids).
When I think about what was my "best" hunt, it has to be the day he shot his biggest bull. I was tagged out, we were deer/elk hunting together when I stumbled into a really nice bull. We split up for the morning to cover more ground. About 30 minutes after we separated I caught some movement out ahead. I pull up the binos and my first thought was "this thing is going to walk out of my life and there is nothing I can do about it." To my surprise he ends up bedding down within a minute of me watching him. If he took another step I wouldn't of seen him bed. I pulled my spotter out and got a good look at him. I started shaking a bit after he turned his head and I got my first really good look at his rack. He's a great bull..
I marked the spot, leave my spotter on the bull and sprint towards where I thought my buddy was headed. Its no joke of an effort to find him in a timely manner and get back on the bull. I eventually catch up with him and we make a mad dash back to where I had left the spotter.


He's still bedded and his vitals are covered. It's no layup. 420 yards, uphill and we'll have to wait for him to stand. My buddy gets setup on the bull and we decide I should gain some elevation on a nearby ridge to see if there is a better vantage to get a cross canyon shot from. As it often goes in the mountains, things looked a lot different as I gained elevation and I was having a difficult time re-locating the bull. As I make my way up to find him a better spot to shoot from, I somehow end up behind the bull which causes him to get up from his bed. I hit the deck cause I start hearing bullets whiz by me. After a couple rounds the shooting stops and I hear my buddy yelling to inform me he got him.

A lot of close seconds together:

















