Cow #3 from the Jarbidge Wilderness. 9 mile packout with 112 lbs (split my cow with a buddy). Slept in the wall tent and went back in the next morning to pack out cow #4 + my spike camp and two weeks of food. 90 lbs for 9 miles on the second trip. Cows #1 and #2 got split between four of us and were pretty easy. We were out there for 6 days and all the cows were packed out within 72 hours of each-other.
What are those bags?
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First elk with my bow. Cow in New Mexico. (Not letting me upload photos at the moment)
The day before I had seen several small bulls, but wasn't able to get within range. The two call ins I had, the bulls came from upwind, circled around and got my wind.
It was early afternoon and I hadn't seen an elk. I had made a 4-5 mile hike stopping every half mile to call and wait. No luck. I eventually ended up on the downwind side of a north facing slope with thick cover. I had seen lots of elk sign in the area so I though they may be bedded down there. I did some cow calling and made a ruckus starting about 400 yards out and slowly moved to the edge of the thick hillside. I stopped calling and moved another 100 yards and sat down under a fallen tree. I could only see 40 yards to either side and 20 yards below me. 45 min goes by and I hadn't seen or heard a thing. I decide to munch on some jerky and flip through my elknut playbook.
All of a sudden I hear some sticks breaking upwind in the brush. After a few minutes I see a cow come into view about 35 yards to my right. I didn't have a good shot and heard more movement behind her, so I opted to sit tight and see what else was with her. Eventually another cow comes through the same opening and moves downhill out of sight behind the first cow. Another 30 min goes by, and my hopes of a bull following diminished. I decided that if one of the cows gave me a good shot that I would try to take it.
I gave out a few light cow calls behind me and immediately hear sticks breaking right below me. I get on my knees and range the furthest tree i can see at 19 yards, 33 degree angle down. She came into view moving slowly with her head down. I drew back and she stepped right in front of the 19 yard tree. I though I should shoot a little high, just above mid body due to the angle. The shot was good and she stormed back the way she came and within seconds I heard her fall and start rolling....and rolling. She rolled almost 80 yards before she came to rest against a tree.
It was my first time doing the gutless method. A lot less blood and mess! I was about 2 miles from my truck, which was up over the ridge and 800 feet down. After getting the first load back, I decided I could probably get one more load before dark so I started making the climb back up the ridge. Once I made it to the top I decided I didn't want to make this climb 2 more times! I was tired. I made it over the ridge and came down the other side about 200 feet to where I had the quarters hung up. Bees and flys were everywhere. I grabbed a front shoulder and rear quarter and made it back to my truck right at dark. My feet were starting to get blisters from sliding in my boot going downhill with all the weight. I figured in the morning I would be a lot more sore, so I took off to get the last load and made it back to camp around midnight. Exhausted and sore I just couldn't fall asleep! I sat on my tailgate and popped open my bottle of makers that I had saved for this moment. I drank a few small cups under the stars with a big smile on my face.