jog
FNG
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2019
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Here is mine:
Due to circumstances well within my control I was forced to hunt a unit I was only marginally familiar with. Oh well. Deciding to make the best of it I scouted a little and in late-ish July bumped a big body 6x6. Hmmm, pretty nice animal for this unit. So when the season opened I got after it hard. I knew about a North slope that was pretty much your classic hell hole above the area where i had scouted that bull. That be where he is I thought. I was in the woods an hour before light making my way up ridge and across a small bench to where the timber became that classic mix of dense stands of spruce/fir and deadfall. I had been in there once before some time ago during rifle and it was not for the faint.
It was slow going but I had time the plan being to arrive in the pulp of it around the time he might be coming up to bed and the thermals started to change. It went well and as a bonus I kept finding his day beds along the same general contour spread out throughout the hell hole like a plot line.
A little voice in my head kept nagging me- call him to you call him to you set up set up and call but I was so interested in if I would find another bed I just kept oozing quietly along.
He was already standing up. I heard a twig snap when he stood, his broad rack too many tines and too wide to miss everything. I wasn't really ready of course and by the time I found a window for the arrow he turned and was gone. A big gorgeous mature bull elk in all his magnificent glory. 20 yards. No shot. One huge stupid mistake and I am no newbie rookie first time in the elk woods archer- I never should have made that mistake.
LISTEN TO THAT LITTLE VOICE.
Due to circumstances well within my control I was forced to hunt a unit I was only marginally familiar with. Oh well. Deciding to make the best of it I scouted a little and in late-ish July bumped a big body 6x6. Hmmm, pretty nice animal for this unit. So when the season opened I got after it hard. I knew about a North slope that was pretty much your classic hell hole above the area where i had scouted that bull. That be where he is I thought. I was in the woods an hour before light making my way up ridge and across a small bench to where the timber became that classic mix of dense stands of spruce/fir and deadfall. I had been in there once before some time ago during rifle and it was not for the faint.
It was slow going but I had time the plan being to arrive in the pulp of it around the time he might be coming up to bed and the thermals started to change. It went well and as a bonus I kept finding his day beds along the same general contour spread out throughout the hell hole like a plot line.
A little voice in my head kept nagging me- call him to you call him to you set up set up and call but I was so interested in if I would find another bed I just kept oozing quietly along.
He was already standing up. I heard a twig snap when he stood, his broad rack too many tines and too wide to miss everything. I wasn't really ready of course and by the time I found a window for the arrow he turned and was gone. A big gorgeous mature bull elk in all his magnificent glory. 20 yards. No shot. One huge stupid mistake and I am no newbie rookie first time in the elk woods archer- I never should have made that mistake.
LISTEN TO THAT LITTLE VOICE.
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