Heart break!

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This morning found me working on an extra short range cow tag. I located a herd of about 60 first thing this morning. They had theirselves pinched between 2 4 wheeler roads in a pocket of sage. This is open desert type ground with private ag ground on the valley floor. I decided to come in from the west side of them. I parked the sxs about 2 miles from them and headed up towards them. I finally located them about a half mile above me with no way to make a play on them. I hoofed it back down to the sxs and decided to try to get to them from the top. I got to the top and parked a mile or so away and headed out the ridge towards them. I found them again about a thousand yards below me, and once again no way to make a play without being seen. I was sitting there watching them and a quad up the canyon from us made them nervous and they started heading across the hill. I figured I could get ahead of them and drop down and make a play. I finally found a draw that would allow me to drop down to them without being seen. I headed down the draw and it opened up at the bottom faster than I expected and there I was, about 500 yards above them. Once again, no way to get in closer without being seen. They continued feeding their way across the hill, so I waited for the last one to go out of sight. I boogied across the hill and set up. They finally showed up at 60 yards but were to bunched up to make a clean shot. I waited a few minutes and all of a sudden a cow threw her head up. They winded me. There were a few stragglers that didn't know what was going on and I cow called and got one to stop at 90 yards. I drew a good bead, pulled the trigger and pop.... no bang. Damn muzzy misfired. Those elk are still trucking into the next county! I hung my head and made the 2 mile trek back to my machine. To make matters worse, it started pouring rain about 5 minutes into the hike back.

Elk. They'll hear you 3 times, see you twice and smell you once. Those tan buggers are a lot of fun!
 
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Montana
After more than a month in the saddle, tired horses, tired me, I have lost ten pounds and witnessed the last day of all sesons. This morning 11 showed up to see if I still wanted to play.

Now I know there are still some to hunt, I can heal, gain weight and build the strength to do it again at 74.
 

Jbehredt

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Colorado
That’s how them muzzleloaders will do ya. My wife tells a very similar tale with a bull at less than 20 yards. She hasn’t picked that stoopid thing up since.
 
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