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I took yesterday off work and went looking for the same elk as Friday. I did not find them on Saturday so I went in same as Friday. I found a bull around 9:30 and got to him around 11 or so after having to backtrack due to the wind and logistics of skirting around the head of a canyon out of site.
He'd gone quiet by then and after a half hour I decided to leave him be and take a nap downwind. At a little after 2 he bugled from his bed. He wasn't where I thought he was but I was half asleep.
I decided that I'd start cow calling at 5:30 unless he piped up sooner. He didn't make a sound until about 5:45 when a second bull bugled at my cow calls from the bottom of the drainage. I'm pretty sure the bull in the bottom was the wicked sounding bull from Friday.
They were bugling back and forth at each other and at me some. I thought the closest bull was coming in at one point but I think he had a couple cows and was pushing them away from the other bull. I followed and pressed him pretty close. I apparently got close enough because he turned and came in quicker than I expected. I wasn't in the best set up and at 50 yards he stopped head on. He hadn't seen me at that point but knew he should see a cow.
It was a 30 minute stare down with him bugling at the other bull every few minutes. He took a few more steps in my direction a couple of times and at some point there he picked me off. He was within range but no chance at a shot. He gave me a few nervous grunts there toward the end and during a couple of his turn around I sidestepped a couple feet trying to find a window for an arrow while he was broadside. I could not find a way to get an arrow to him and he'd had enough. He didn't run, just turned and walked away.
Here's the cool part. He was a freaking stud of a 6 point but had broke off his left main beam around his third. I couldn't tell if the third was there or not. The right side had a really long main beam. I'd have probably scoured the mountain looking for the broken section if I'd killed him.
I was 5.5 miles from the truck with 4.75 miles of it a pretty good trail. I got to the truck at a little after 10 PM. It was a really long day that was pretty close to ending really well.
Working my way to the bull.
Nap time
Long day
I don't have much bowhunting for elk left. There is still a few weeks left in the season but I'll hunt pheasants on the opener and will be babysitting my granddaughter on the last weekend. I may get out this coming weekend but I'm pretty beat right now and work items both home and job have stacked up.
He'd gone quiet by then and after a half hour I decided to leave him be and take a nap downwind. At a little after 2 he bugled from his bed. He wasn't where I thought he was but I was half asleep.
I decided that I'd start cow calling at 5:30 unless he piped up sooner. He didn't make a sound until about 5:45 when a second bull bugled at my cow calls from the bottom of the drainage. I'm pretty sure the bull in the bottom was the wicked sounding bull from Friday.
They were bugling back and forth at each other and at me some. I thought the closest bull was coming in at one point but I think he had a couple cows and was pushing them away from the other bull. I followed and pressed him pretty close. I apparently got close enough because he turned and came in quicker than I expected. I wasn't in the best set up and at 50 yards he stopped head on. He hadn't seen me at that point but knew he should see a cow.
It was a 30 minute stare down with him bugling at the other bull every few minutes. He took a few more steps in my direction a couple of times and at some point there he picked me off. He was within range but no chance at a shot. He gave me a few nervous grunts there toward the end and during a couple of his turn around I sidestepped a couple feet trying to find a window for an arrow while he was broadside. I could not find a way to get an arrow to him and he'd had enough. He didn't run, just turned and walked away.
Here's the cool part. He was a freaking stud of a 6 point but had broke off his left main beam around his third. I couldn't tell if the third was there or not. The right side had a really long main beam. I'd have probably scoured the mountain looking for the broken section if I'd killed him.
I was 5.5 miles from the truck with 4.75 miles of it a pretty good trail. I got to the truck at a little after 10 PM. It was a really long day that was pretty close to ending really well.
Working my way to the bull.
Nap time
Long day
I don't have much bowhunting for elk left. There is still a few weeks left in the season but I'll hunt pheasants on the opener and will be babysitting my granddaughter on the last weekend. I may get out this coming weekend but I'm pretty beat right now and work items both home and job have stacked up.
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