saw a decent 4 point yesterday hot on a doe chasing her all over hillside
a few years back I had a monster mulie walk right in to me head down.. oblivious. I settled in took a deep breath .. exhaled and fogged up my scope. It was -20 turned to ice lol and that was that over in a heart beat lol I’ve yet to see another that big. Still gives me nightmares
That's exactly why many old timers liked to hunt with just their 30/30 in timber.
I had a bull elk, same thing, very cold out and only when I lifted to shoot did I realize my scope had fogging issues.
Have also fogged it up once or twice on my own and it's hard to remove it when it freezes in a snap!
Will do Harry...
I went up yesterday, had less than four hours between 10:30am and 2pm, tried to make the most of it. Hiked up that hill you mentioned - probably too fast and too noisy. All the tracks I saw were going downhill, looked pretty fresh. onX says I hiked up 1.2 km, about 120m in elevation. Didn't see anything moving. Tried to go slow, stopped and glassed lots.
What I learned is:
- I don't need to fill my pack up with 30 extra pounds, had 3 litres of water, extra clothes, other gear I didn't need, and my pack weighs 7 pounds empty. Holy shat, my legs were jello once I got up past a km. I didn't drink anything, nor did I eat anything until I got back to the truck ( though I did eat and drink a lot of water before hiking).
- Going downhill is MUCH harder when your legs want to give in (man am I out of shape!). It was funny, I was cursing myself for not bringing trekking poles. Halfway down I realized that I could just pick up one of the thousands of solid branches that were everywhere on the hill. Now that helped a TON! I literally went down 50 yards backwards because my legs were so sore, haha.
Anyways, burned plenty of calories, which I was happy to do... I love it when a workout is a side effect of doing something engaging.
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Adult Onset Hunter
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Wherever there is Animal Worship there is Human Sacrifice. That is, both symbolically and literally, a real truth of historical experience.— G. K. Chesterton