MTbowhunter36
WKR
Thursday, September 14th, at around 7:00 a.m.I began cow calling on a ridgetop that separates three basins. After about three sessions, this guy fired off in the bottom of the basin. He didn't make another peep, so I began stalking into him. This area has been burned, so I have to use the topography for cover. I was hunting with a friend who stayed back and continued to cow call. It's close to 900 yards from the ridge where I called to where he was when he called.
My friend stayed stationary and continued to call as I stalked. This was a steep, rocky ridge that I was stalking down. I found different vantage points to glass from but couldn't pick this guy out. I began wondering if he bugled from somewhere other than where I thought I heard him.
Continuing my stalk, I peak my head around this boulder and see him walking uphill at about 30 yards away. I began to scramble back uphill to try to catch him. As I did, right before I crested a boulder, I nocked an arrow. I was looking ahead of me and slightly to my left as I thought that's where he would be. Thankfully, I looked to my left, and he's locked on me at 20 yards away. I go to full draw and don't have a shot because some downfall is blocking his vitals. I took a couple of steps towards him, and my footing was all wonky. I looked down at my feet, cleared out a standing spot, settled the pin on his chest, and released the arrow. It was an 18-yard frontal shot. He was shot at 9:20 a.m.
The blood trail was like a murder scene, Helen Keller could have followed it. His body and antlers were covered in mud.
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My friend stayed stationary and continued to call as I stalked. This was a steep, rocky ridge that I was stalking down. I found different vantage points to glass from but couldn't pick this guy out. I began wondering if he bugled from somewhere other than where I thought I heard him.
Continuing my stalk, I peak my head around this boulder and see him walking uphill at about 30 yards away. I began to scramble back uphill to try to catch him. As I did, right before I crested a boulder, I nocked an arrow. I was looking ahead of me and slightly to my left as I thought that's where he would be. Thankfully, I looked to my left, and he's locked on me at 20 yards away. I go to full draw and don't have a shot because some downfall is blocking his vitals. I took a couple of steps towards him, and my footing was all wonky. I looked down at my feet, cleared out a standing spot, settled the pin on his chest, and released the arrow. It was an 18-yard frontal shot. He was shot at 9:20 a.m.
The blood trail was like a murder scene, Helen Keller could have followed it. His body and antlers were covered in mud.
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