yota
10-19-2014, 10:22 PM
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well here's the story.
day 3 evening of the hunt my best friend and I decided to jump on the quads and try a new area to hunt on our way to the new area we had 2 3x3 muleys run across the fsr right in front of us. we both locked up the breaks and grabbed our bows. (my friend was just learning to bow hunt and I have been teaching him for just over a year now but before the trip he hadn't practiced much so I told him his max was 20yrds.) once the bikes were pulled off the road we looked over the bank were we thought the bucks were I told my friend to go first... well inexperience had him rushing to the edge and pushing both bucks from 10yrds out to 70. at this point my friend new his opportunity had passed and I moved parallel down the road to get a better angle and try and close the distance I ranged the bigger and closer buck at 58 yrds. draw my bow and settle in... with a smooth exhale and a pause in my breath the arrow released and my nock lit up. smack goes the rage broadhead and the buck jumps into the air... runs 40yrds into the thick bush and I hear him crash... a perfect heat shot.
day 4 morning my friend and I decided to try and sit on a lick we found a couple days ago for elk. we walked in in the pitch black and hunkered in waiting for the sun to come up. just as light started to break I let out a bugle and immediately had a reply about 400 yrds down the hill we called back and forth for about half an hour and pulled the bull into about 100yrds.... silence nothing it was like he just disappeared we stayed there for another hour occasionally calling with no response so we went back to camp to tell our party about the morning hunt. that evening my mom was upset she hadn't seen anything the whole time we were there and she wanted her old hunting partner back so I said I would take her there the next morning my friend wanted to go for a ride anyways with my mom's boyfriend so it was all gonna work out.
day 5 morning same as before but this time it's me and my mom but this time as soon as we got into the lick I sent out a bugle... bugle right back right off the bat same spot as the morning before so this time I told my mom to stay at the lick and keep cow calling and I'll go in after him. I walked 40 to 50 yrds and bugle or chuckle and he kept coming over the top on me getting closer and closer finally I walked to the edge of a small meadow and pondered weather or not to cross so chuckled and he bugle back real close so stood behind a tree and watched. al of a sudden I seen tines coming up through the trees and over the hill but it was so thick I couldn't shoot. he turned to my right and walked the tree line right to 30yrds and walked right into a shooting lane BOOM goes my 7 mm rem mag and down does the bull I ran over to him laying there and gave him 1 more mercy shot to finish the deed. what i originally thought was a 5x5 now grew to a very nice 320" 6x6 I let out a celebration bugle to signal my mom and the work began.
well here's the story.
day 3 evening of the hunt my best friend and I decided to jump on the quads and try a new area to hunt on our way to the new area we had 2 3x3 muleys run across the fsr right in front of us. we both locked up the breaks and grabbed our bows. (my friend was just learning to bow hunt and I have been teaching him for just over a year now but before the trip he hadn't practiced much so I told him his max was 20yrds.) once the bikes were pulled off the road we looked over the bank were we thought the bucks were I told my friend to go first... well inexperience had him rushing to the edge and pushing both bucks from 10yrds out to 70. at this point my friend new his opportunity had passed and I moved parallel down the road to get a better angle and try and close the distance I ranged the bigger and closer buck at 58 yrds. draw my bow and settle in... with a smooth exhale and a pause in my breath the arrow released and my nock lit up. smack goes the rage broadhead and the buck jumps into the air... runs 40yrds into the thick bush and I hear him crash... a perfect heat shot.
day 4 morning my friend and I decided to try and sit on a lick we found a couple days ago for elk. we walked in in the pitch black and hunkered in waiting for the sun to come up. just as light started to break I let out a bugle and immediately had a reply about 400 yrds down the hill we called back and forth for about half an hour and pulled the bull into about 100yrds.... silence nothing it was like he just disappeared we stayed there for another hour occasionally calling with no response so we went back to camp to tell our party about the morning hunt. that evening my mom was upset she hadn't seen anything the whole time we were there and she wanted her old hunting partner back so I said I would take her there the next morning my friend wanted to go for a ride anyways with my mom's boyfriend so it was all gonna work out.
day 5 morning same as before but this time it's me and my mom but this time as soon as we got into the lick I sent out a bugle... bugle right back right off the bat same spot as the morning before so this time I told my mom to stay at the lick and keep cow calling and I'll go in after him. I walked 40 to 50 yrds and bugle or chuckle and he kept coming over the top on me getting closer and closer finally I walked to the edge of a small meadow and pondered weather or not to cross so chuckled and he bugle back real close so stood behind a tree and watched. al of a sudden I seen tines coming up through the trees and over the hill but it was so thick I couldn't shoot. he turned to my right and walked the tree line right to 30yrds and walked right into a shooting lane BOOM goes my 7 mm rem mag and down does the bull I ran over to him laying there and gave him 1 more mercy shot to finish the deed. what i originally thought was a 5x5 now grew to a very nice 320" 6x6 I let out a celebration bugle to signal my mom and the work began.