BiG Boar
05-20-2010, 12:28 PM
Barbarian saga 3
Continued from BARBARIAN SaGa Part II
The morning was bright and clear, and as bears don’t wake up too early I didn’t either. Besides camping with 3 girls and people who are here for a holiday, no one wants to get up early. I decided to hike up the same hill and see what might be feeding on the carcass. I was actually just going to pinch one off, so of course I had no gun in hand.
As I crested the hill something flashed only for a second past my eyes right near the carcass. A dog….some kind of wild dog! I didn’t stop to look. With a gut wrenching feeling of cramps I ran tight legged back to the camp. No time to crap. Where is the clip?!! Oh no…searching took some 20 seconds, which seemed forever! I SLAMED the clip into the 300 and raced half bent over toward the hill. As I crested the hill there was nothing there on the carcass except vultures. I sat down to wait. The devil beast might be in the bush feeding.
Looking through the binos something had dragged the carcass of the bear at least 10 yards. That carcass still had to weigh 100 lbs. I wondered what it might be as open-sights sat down with his gun to join me. We waited, waited, and waited. The wind was shifty and the sun was peeking over the power lines. I wasn’t sure it would be back out, but I thought with a tasty bear like that, there was a good chance. I moved 30 yards to my right getting a position, which could better look into the woods.
As I waited I watched the eagles and vultures sitting above in the trees and feeding on the now dead wolf and bear. I had my guesses of what had moved that carcass, but I couldn’t be sure. We decided on 10 more minutes, and then it would be breakfast. At about 9 minutes I caught a face and ears poking out of the bush next to the carcass. A coyote! Now for most people this wouldn’t be exciting. However for myself, I have never had the opportunity to shoot one. Actually, I had just last winter, but I missed at 260 yards because I forgot to zoom in the scope. You see the adrenaline that courses through my body when I am on a hunt and see a legal animal is indescribable. Most of my friends who have hunted with me can attest to the fact that they have never seen anyone get so excited about anything. I can’t describe the feeling, but I have planned out each hunt and shot in my mind on each animal that when it is go time I am ready, and ready quickly, the only thing that matters is baggin whatever animal it is. One time I actually left my truck in drive getting out to shoot a stinkin doe! Never heard the end of that one. Luckily my hunting partner was fumbling in the truck and thank goodness he was able to put it in park, as things could have turned sour really quick. But I was excited to cross another animal off my BC slam and so excited in fact that I didn’t wait to see if any more would show up for my friend OS to shoot. I guess they do travel together occasionally, but 5 steps out of the woods I was squeezing the trigger.
Nothing came of the squeeze though. I flicked the safety forward and took another breath. The gun was steady on my sitting position Harris bipod. The coyote took 2 more steps quartering slightly away and with the cross hairs on the heart I touched off a shot. Speeding through the air at 2930fps, the 200-gr TSX grizzly load caught the varmint cur in front of the leg and tore open a gash in its chest. Bang flop again.
I celebrated my fortune when the girls showed up with mimosas in hand! Skinned him out for a full mount and then I did what some members on here have only dreamed of. I drew the blade along his back and cut out a loin. Onto the fire it went on a stick. Since rishu had always talked about being the coyote chef I thought it might be time to beat him to the punch. Roasting directly over the fire seasoned with fresh ground salt and pepper, I wondered how the cat eater would taste to my pallet.
The coyote was skinned for a full mount and was absolutely beautiful fur. A tri color, It had no mange on it and looked absolutely terrific. With a huge bushy tail and a bright orange muzzle.
After a 30-minute roast he was done to a perfect soft medium. Not what I was about to eat, so I put him back on and basted him down with some franks red hot sauce. I will never think of a hot dog quite the same. Three of us, Open-sights, my sister and I indulged on the tasty morsels. I wouldn’t recommend it, and my sister did spit it out shortly after OS said it had a nasty after bite, but I can’t say, as it was terrible. Hey in this dog eat dog world, every dog has its day.
After 2 more days of sunning ourselves and hunting hard, we never got the girls a bear. It was time to pack up and hit the trail. And that’s where Open sights and I were headed. Trail BC. There are many animals in trail, but we were headed there for something specific….To be continued…..
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Continued from BARBARIAN SaGa Part II
The morning was bright and clear, and as bears don’t wake up too early I didn’t either. Besides camping with 3 girls and people who are here for a holiday, no one wants to get up early. I decided to hike up the same hill and see what might be feeding on the carcass. I was actually just going to pinch one off, so of course I had no gun in hand.
As I crested the hill something flashed only for a second past my eyes right near the carcass. A dog….some kind of wild dog! I didn’t stop to look. With a gut wrenching feeling of cramps I ran tight legged back to the camp. No time to crap. Where is the clip?!! Oh no…searching took some 20 seconds, which seemed forever! I SLAMED the clip into the 300 and raced half bent over toward the hill. As I crested the hill there was nothing there on the carcass except vultures. I sat down to wait. The devil beast might be in the bush feeding.
Looking through the binos something had dragged the carcass of the bear at least 10 yards. That carcass still had to weigh 100 lbs. I wondered what it might be as open-sights sat down with his gun to join me. We waited, waited, and waited. The wind was shifty and the sun was peeking over the power lines. I wasn’t sure it would be back out, but I thought with a tasty bear like that, there was a good chance. I moved 30 yards to my right getting a position, which could better look into the woods.
As I waited I watched the eagles and vultures sitting above in the trees and feeding on the now dead wolf and bear. I had my guesses of what had moved that carcass, but I couldn’t be sure. We decided on 10 more minutes, and then it would be breakfast. At about 9 minutes I caught a face and ears poking out of the bush next to the carcass. A coyote! Now for most people this wouldn’t be exciting. However for myself, I have never had the opportunity to shoot one. Actually, I had just last winter, but I missed at 260 yards because I forgot to zoom in the scope. You see the adrenaline that courses through my body when I am on a hunt and see a legal animal is indescribable. Most of my friends who have hunted with me can attest to the fact that they have never seen anyone get so excited about anything. I can’t describe the feeling, but I have planned out each hunt and shot in my mind on each animal that when it is go time I am ready, and ready quickly, the only thing that matters is baggin whatever animal it is. One time I actually left my truck in drive getting out to shoot a stinkin doe! Never heard the end of that one. Luckily my hunting partner was fumbling in the truck and thank goodness he was able to put it in park, as things could have turned sour really quick. But I was excited to cross another animal off my BC slam and so excited in fact that I didn’t wait to see if any more would show up for my friend OS to shoot. I guess they do travel together occasionally, but 5 steps out of the woods I was squeezing the trigger.
Nothing came of the squeeze though. I flicked the safety forward and took another breath. The gun was steady on my sitting position Harris bipod. The coyote took 2 more steps quartering slightly away and with the cross hairs on the heart I touched off a shot. Speeding through the air at 2930fps, the 200-gr TSX grizzly load caught the varmint cur in front of the leg and tore open a gash in its chest. Bang flop again.
I celebrated my fortune when the girls showed up with mimosas in hand! Skinned him out for a full mount and then I did what some members on here have only dreamed of. I drew the blade along his back and cut out a loin. Onto the fire it went on a stick. Since rishu had always talked about being the coyote chef I thought it might be time to beat him to the punch. Roasting directly over the fire seasoned with fresh ground salt and pepper, I wondered how the cat eater would taste to my pallet.
The coyote was skinned for a full mount and was absolutely beautiful fur. A tri color, It had no mange on it and looked absolutely terrific. With a huge bushy tail and a bright orange muzzle.
After a 30-minute roast he was done to a perfect soft medium. Not what I was about to eat, so I put him back on and basted him down with some franks red hot sauce. I will never think of a hot dog quite the same. Three of us, Open-sights, my sister and I indulged on the tasty morsels. I wouldn’t recommend it, and my sister did spit it out shortly after OS said it had a nasty after bite, but I can’t say, as it was terrible. Hey in this dog eat dog world, every dog has its day.
After 2 more days of sunning ourselves and hunting hard, we never got the girls a bear. It was time to pack up and hit the trail. And that’s where Open sights and I were headed. Trail BC. There are many animals in trail, but we were headed there for something specific….To be continued…..
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_7512.jpg
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_7502.jpg
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