Brambles
11-11-2011, 12:02 AM
I took yesteday off hunting cause I helped a friend pack out his LEH moose, I was a little sore this AM but planned for a nice mellow hunt. I was gonna go after the "trapline buck". He was a buck that had a very defined area and always checked his rubs, unfortunaltly normally at night.
After sitting and waiting for the buck to make an appearance I started to get cold, so I went for a hike. The hike took me up to the top of the ridge, I had always wanted to check out some basins on the back side.
Lots of various big game sign was on the ridge much more then I expected.
As I look at the drainage below I snap some pictures for future reference.
I'm just about to call it a day and head back to the "trapline" Which is now 4 kilometes away when I look on a finger ridge below me and I spot a mulie, turns out to be a doe. I watch her for a few minutes, getting ready to start heading back....Let out a couple grunts....hey there's a second deer making its way into the open. Not sure if its a coincidence or because of my grunting.
My binoculars reviel a buck, hard to tell at that distance with bino's, and Im looking straight down at him, sure wish I brought my spotter on the hike. i can make out good G4's, backs look good too, also possibly and extra point... I think I should take him.
Gotta make a decision soon, he's not gonna stay put forever and it will be dark in 2.5 hours and its gonna be a LONG pack.
I set up for the shot, take aim and down he goes, tumbling backwards.
One positive thing is I had cell service being on top of a mountain at 6800 ft, I call a buddy and ask him if he can come pick me up on the nearest FSR cause I was gonna have to drag him down.
I head down after the buck and found he was much smaller than i had originally thought and he landed in a narrow creek draw:evil:. Oh well chock it up to a lesson learned, bring spotting scope always.
It was dark by the time I reached the bottom, some 2000 verticle feet of alder creek draw and blowdown, my buddy arrives just as I reach the bottom and gives me a hand with the last 150 yards of uphill pulling to get it up to the road. Dead animals don't drag worth a shit uphill, I was happy to see him, he also played taxi and drove me around so i could pickup my gear I left up on the mountain, saved me another 12m hike. Thanks buddy:mrgreen:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/Brambles77/IMG_0664.jpg
That Short G2 was a shocker, thats for sure.
After sitting and waiting for the buck to make an appearance I started to get cold, so I went for a hike. The hike took me up to the top of the ridge, I had always wanted to check out some basins on the back side.
Lots of various big game sign was on the ridge much more then I expected.
As I look at the drainage below I snap some pictures for future reference.
I'm just about to call it a day and head back to the "trapline" Which is now 4 kilometes away when I look on a finger ridge below me and I spot a mulie, turns out to be a doe. I watch her for a few minutes, getting ready to start heading back....Let out a couple grunts....hey there's a second deer making its way into the open. Not sure if its a coincidence or because of my grunting.
My binoculars reviel a buck, hard to tell at that distance with bino's, and Im looking straight down at him, sure wish I brought my spotter on the hike. i can make out good G4's, backs look good too, also possibly and extra point... I think I should take him.
Gotta make a decision soon, he's not gonna stay put forever and it will be dark in 2.5 hours and its gonna be a LONG pack.
I set up for the shot, take aim and down he goes, tumbling backwards.
One positive thing is I had cell service being on top of a mountain at 6800 ft, I call a buddy and ask him if he can come pick me up on the nearest FSR cause I was gonna have to drag him down.
I head down after the buck and found he was much smaller than i had originally thought and he landed in a narrow creek draw:evil:. Oh well chock it up to a lesson learned, bring spotting scope always.
It was dark by the time I reached the bottom, some 2000 verticle feet of alder creek draw and blowdown, my buddy arrives just as I reach the bottom and gives me a hand with the last 150 yards of uphill pulling to get it up to the road. Dead animals don't drag worth a shit uphill, I was happy to see him, he also played taxi and drove me around so i could pickup my gear I left up on the mountain, saved me another 12m hike. Thanks buddy:mrgreen:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/Brambles77/IMG_0664.jpg
That Short G2 was a shocker, thats for sure.