sirttt
11-10-2007, 11:19 PM
Hi all,
Well I have bin a lurker for a while now, and must say I have leared a lot from the many posts. So this post is kind of a thank you as well as a little braging.
I have wanted to hunt for years now. with no family or friends that hunt. It always got put on the back burner .
Any ways, one day my mom moves to Cranbrook . One day she calls me and tells me about the elk that are in her yard. Sends me some pretty cool pics, and once again there is a feeling of some thing missing . The next day I call friend that I know who kind of hunts, and ask him what he knows about elk. He looks in the regs and says there open, and we should head up next weakend for a road trip ( thanks-giving 2006 ). This might surprise you but no bull elk were even seen on this three day whirlwind trip, but a little white tail spike gave his life for my learnig experience. After this experience I thought I could get into hunting.
So I sign up for a pal and a core courses. I have 3 kids: a 16 boy, 14 year of girl, and a 9 year old boy. the funny thing is, my girl is the only one interested in becoming a hunter (cool but there are no real expectations) . Well we both pass, and now its time to lean how to shoot. Her shooting her great gramps 30-06,and me shooting a 7mm mag. I couldn’t resist a new toy; After, many trips up chilliwack mountain and many, many rounds later we are ready. So in go a few l.e.h’s . No winners for ether of us, (big surprise) but low and behold she gets youth cow elk in this years reg’s, and we’re off.
Well two weeks before the hunt begins my buddy calls me and says he cant come. With me basically not knowing how to clean an animal I think all is lost. I did find a how to video on how to clean a elk, and we’re back on (cheat sheet in hand lol J ).Opening day of youth season we’re sitting on a hill 10 feet apart watching 4 main game trails, When 5 or 6 cow’s come out the tree line. By the time I get Tia’s (my daughter) attention , we were busted. After a few cow calls they stop about 225 yards out, just out of her comfort zone. She seems a little bit disappointed, but I tell her that I’m proud. She knew not to pull the trigger, and I asked her how it felt because my heart was pounding . She was going to be the shooter, all she could say was wow. The rest of morning was uneventful. The evening was my turn too head out on my own but it was also uneventful
Next morning sitting in group of 4 -5 small trees in a circle over looking the same spot as before. By 7:30 am no elk and I got a wicked storm brewing in my guts. As I reach for the tp in the pack, Tia whispers “elk, at 80 yards, what should I do” and I tell her “to pick a big one” . Too a knee she goes, and boom the cow drops, but turn out she spines it , Just over the shoulder, and the poor thing is doing donuts on the ground. I run over with butt cheeks clenched . Too put one in its head to finish it off( by the way its not easy to hit a head at 4 and half feet through a scoop ) first one threw the cheek, second one hits its mark game over. I turn around thinking that it she’s never going to hunt again after see all this go down, instead I see one of the happiest girls I have ever seen, with her riffle over her head, screaming woo hoo oh yeah. A quick hug, and I grab the tp, and in to the bush I go . Gutted and skinned it weighed 285 lb on the hook.
http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/5784/p9120027af7.jpg
Now for my story, after pounding the bush for three days I cam across lots of spikes and two point whites, but I passed up on them. I wasn’t to hurried I still had a weak of hunting to do . I called in a nice 5 by 5 bull to about 30 yards away, man what a rush (I couldn’t get that 6th one to grow no matter how hard I tried ). I also called in two 3 points bulls but nothing legal. By the time day 8 came around I came across this guy head down chewing on a small bush . One shot, ten steps, and down he goes . The pic is the exit wound. He was a little more quartered away then I had thought( learnig curve )
http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/3984/p9180057av1.jpg
Well that’s our story of how two new hunters where born .
Well I have bin a lurker for a while now, and must say I have leared a lot from the many posts. So this post is kind of a thank you as well as a little braging.
I have wanted to hunt for years now. with no family or friends that hunt. It always got put on the back burner .
Any ways, one day my mom moves to Cranbrook . One day she calls me and tells me about the elk that are in her yard. Sends me some pretty cool pics, and once again there is a feeling of some thing missing . The next day I call friend that I know who kind of hunts, and ask him what he knows about elk. He looks in the regs and says there open, and we should head up next weakend for a road trip ( thanks-giving 2006 ). This might surprise you but no bull elk were even seen on this three day whirlwind trip, but a little white tail spike gave his life for my learnig experience. After this experience I thought I could get into hunting.
So I sign up for a pal and a core courses. I have 3 kids: a 16 boy, 14 year of girl, and a 9 year old boy. the funny thing is, my girl is the only one interested in becoming a hunter (cool but there are no real expectations) . Well we both pass, and now its time to lean how to shoot. Her shooting her great gramps 30-06,and me shooting a 7mm mag. I couldn’t resist a new toy; After, many trips up chilliwack mountain and many, many rounds later we are ready. So in go a few l.e.h’s . No winners for ether of us, (big surprise) but low and behold she gets youth cow elk in this years reg’s, and we’re off.
Well two weeks before the hunt begins my buddy calls me and says he cant come. With me basically not knowing how to clean an animal I think all is lost. I did find a how to video on how to clean a elk, and we’re back on (cheat sheet in hand lol J ).Opening day of youth season we’re sitting on a hill 10 feet apart watching 4 main game trails, When 5 or 6 cow’s come out the tree line. By the time I get Tia’s (my daughter) attention , we were busted. After a few cow calls they stop about 225 yards out, just out of her comfort zone. She seems a little bit disappointed, but I tell her that I’m proud. She knew not to pull the trigger, and I asked her how it felt because my heart was pounding . She was going to be the shooter, all she could say was wow. The rest of morning was uneventful. The evening was my turn too head out on my own but it was also uneventful
Next morning sitting in group of 4 -5 small trees in a circle over looking the same spot as before. By 7:30 am no elk and I got a wicked storm brewing in my guts. As I reach for the tp in the pack, Tia whispers “elk, at 80 yards, what should I do” and I tell her “to pick a big one” . Too a knee she goes, and boom the cow drops, but turn out she spines it , Just over the shoulder, and the poor thing is doing donuts on the ground. I run over with butt cheeks clenched . Too put one in its head to finish it off( by the way its not easy to hit a head at 4 and half feet through a scoop ) first one threw the cheek, second one hits its mark game over. I turn around thinking that it she’s never going to hunt again after see all this go down, instead I see one of the happiest girls I have ever seen, with her riffle over her head, screaming woo hoo oh yeah. A quick hug, and I grab the tp, and in to the bush I go . Gutted and skinned it weighed 285 lb on the hook.
http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/5784/p9120027af7.jpg
Now for my story, after pounding the bush for three days I cam across lots of spikes and two point whites, but I passed up on them. I wasn’t to hurried I still had a weak of hunting to do . I called in a nice 5 by 5 bull to about 30 yards away, man what a rush (I couldn’t get that 6th one to grow no matter how hard I tried ). I also called in two 3 points bulls but nothing legal. By the time day 8 came around I came across this guy head down chewing on a small bush . One shot, ten steps, and down he goes . The pic is the exit wound. He was a little more quartered away then I had thought( learnig curve )
http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/3984/p9180057av1.jpg
Well that’s our story of how two new hunters where born .