09-29-2014, 04:37 PM
With "only" 14 bonus points my dad and a friend finally drew LE muzzleloader elk tags, this time on the Wasatch.
We made it up on the mountain Tuesday night and my dad and his friend were stoked, having scouted out several good canyons with bulls screaming in them. The best part was there were no hunters in the areas they had been scouting!
Opening morning came as it always does with cool air, excited whispers, a hasty breakfast and a long wheeler ride in. No bulls sighted that morning but we did have one coming in to us through black timber, man is that exciting!
After lunch at camp we hit another canyon that we'd heard bulls in. An hour into our hike I spotted a raghorn through the trees. Not the bull we wanted but we set up and called at him anyway. From our right another bull screamed and came running in. The wife and I scrambled to get hidden and my dad set up and no sooner than we were set a 6pt bull came screaming into our clearing...this guy was looking for someone! He stopped broadside at 20 yards and looked around. I turned my gaze over to watch my dad pull the trigger...click! His gun didn't fire! He'd forgotten to put a cap in after the wheeler ride in! As he quietly writhed on the ground trying to find a cap in his pant pockets the bull just stood there looking for us! Finally my dad got a cap in and raised the gun, shaking like crazy, and pulled the trigger! Boom! The bull hunched, walked slowly up the hill and then crashed down! Wahoo! I tackled my dad and then we walked up to the bull. Not a record, but a trophy for sure and with the three of us watching at 20 yards, an incredible experience for our family to share for years to come!
The week went on and the bulls went quiet but we were able to pull out another bull for my dad's friend, this one a wide 5pt that we got butchered and packed out before the big rain storms hit. We came home with every cooler full of meat and some great stories to tell! I love fall!
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We made it up on the mountain Tuesday night and my dad and his friend were stoked, having scouted out several good canyons with bulls screaming in them. The best part was there were no hunters in the areas they had been scouting!
Opening morning came as it always does with cool air, excited whispers, a hasty breakfast and a long wheeler ride in. No bulls sighted that morning but we did have one coming in to us through black timber, man is that exciting!
After lunch at camp we hit another canyon that we'd heard bulls in. An hour into our hike I spotted a raghorn through the trees. Not the bull we wanted but we set up and called at him anyway. From our right another bull screamed and came running in. The wife and I scrambled to get hidden and my dad set up and no sooner than we were set a 6pt bull came screaming into our clearing...this guy was looking for someone! He stopped broadside at 20 yards and looked around. I turned my gaze over to watch my dad pull the trigger...click! His gun didn't fire! He'd forgotten to put a cap in after the wheeler ride in! As he quietly writhed on the ground trying to find a cap in his pant pockets the bull just stood there looking for us! Finally my dad got a cap in and raised the gun, shaking like crazy, and pulled the trigger! Boom! The bull hunched, walked slowly up the hill and then crashed down! Wahoo! I tackled my dad and then we walked up to the bull. Not a record, but a trophy for sure and with the three of us watching at 20 yards, an incredible experience for our family to share for years to come!
The week went on and the bulls went quiet but we were able to pull out another bull for my dad's friend, this one a wide 5pt that we got butchered and packed out before the big rain storms hit. We came home with every cooler full of meat and some great stories to tell! I love fall!
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