Slim Jim
WKR
I'm back early from my NV mule deer hunt because of something that has happened to me for the first time. I hunted this same area last year unsuccessful and was on a mission to get it done this year with physical training, gear upgrades and a LOT of shooting! It started with a hunt 9 miles deep in the high country two days early so that I could keep an eye on the buck I would be after on the morning of the opener. Here is a pic of him on the day before the opener
I was excited to get after him the next morning and didn't sleep much because I was excited. The morning of the opener started out just like I wanted with an early set up to glass him feeding and then to bed. Here are a couple of pics from that morning of opener
He was with a 3 point, 2 forks, a spike and a doe. I watched them bed from about 150 yards away at about 9:00am behind a small patch of quakies so I decided to plan my stalk. I used gusts of wind to make my moves down to them. I got to about 50 yards away and took off my boots to move in closer for a shot. As I got to within 20 yards, I seen the three points rack coming through the quakie right towards me at an angle! I swatted low and pulled out an arrow to get ready for a shot. A gust of wind hit me from the side and slapped my arrow against the bow! "Click" the buck stopped with the big boy right behind him waiting. I sat there frozen for what seemed like forever but was actually about 10-15 min. My knees and back were killing me! A spike and doe walk right by him and I thought the 3 point would follow and pull the big boy out for a shot but he waited till the wind swirled and hit me in the back. Game over, he looked right at me bolted with the buck I was after down and around the skyline of the mountain. I made the decision to continue hiking up high and around the bend of the mountain glassing down hoping to pick up his rack. About 300-400 yards later a spike hears me, stands and bolts 50 yards below me. The big boy and three point stand looking to see what's going on! I quickly range a quakie bush right in front of him at 53 yards and nock an arrow. I watch his rack to make sure he was looking downhill before I fully stood to draw my bow back. As soon as he did I set the 50 yard pin right on his vitals and let it fly. Right as I released he stepped forward and the arrow hit back on his last rib. It was a clean pass right through and as he ran off I saw blood pouring out his other side. I was sooo excited that I got it done but knew it would but a long tracking job because o f the shot placement.
I waited for about a half of an hour before I started tracking. I tracked for over 600 yards with a lot of blood especially when he headed uphill. I tracked for at least 5 hours at this point and thought I would be seeing his rack anytime soon. The blood trail stopped and I could not pick it back up! Totally frustrated, I went up to the ridge above where there is an area they bed hoping that is where he went for his final resting place but not so lucky. It was now about 6:00pm and after combing the area for another two hours, I ran out of water and made the decision to go back to camp and try again in the morning. I didn't sleep much and got up early, broke down camp and headed out to look for my buck. Three more hours of looking and just could not find him! I know this happens but a first for me and I'm just sick to my stomach knowing that the buck is just laying somewhere dead with all that meat spoiling. Not to mention a beautiful trophy! Just need to vent. Kind of deflated my elk hunt that's coming up in two weeks
I was excited to get after him the next morning and didn't sleep much because I was excited. The morning of the opener started out just like I wanted with an early set up to glass him feeding and then to bed. Here are a couple of pics from that morning of opener
He was with a 3 point, 2 forks, a spike and a doe. I watched them bed from about 150 yards away at about 9:00am behind a small patch of quakies so I decided to plan my stalk. I used gusts of wind to make my moves down to them. I got to about 50 yards away and took off my boots to move in closer for a shot. As I got to within 20 yards, I seen the three points rack coming through the quakie right towards me at an angle! I swatted low and pulled out an arrow to get ready for a shot. A gust of wind hit me from the side and slapped my arrow against the bow! "Click" the buck stopped with the big boy right behind him waiting. I sat there frozen for what seemed like forever but was actually about 10-15 min. My knees and back were killing me! A spike and doe walk right by him and I thought the 3 point would follow and pull the big boy out for a shot but he waited till the wind swirled and hit me in the back. Game over, he looked right at me bolted with the buck I was after down and around the skyline of the mountain. I made the decision to continue hiking up high and around the bend of the mountain glassing down hoping to pick up his rack. About 300-400 yards later a spike hears me, stands and bolts 50 yards below me. The big boy and three point stand looking to see what's going on! I quickly range a quakie bush right in front of him at 53 yards and nock an arrow. I watch his rack to make sure he was looking downhill before I fully stood to draw my bow back. As soon as he did I set the 50 yard pin right on his vitals and let it fly. Right as I released he stepped forward and the arrow hit back on his last rib. It was a clean pass right through and as he ran off I saw blood pouring out his other side. I was sooo excited that I got it done but knew it would but a long tracking job because o f the shot placement.
I waited for about a half of an hour before I started tracking. I tracked for over 600 yards with a lot of blood especially when he headed uphill. I tracked for at least 5 hours at this point and thought I would be seeing his rack anytime soon. The blood trail stopped and I could not pick it back up! Totally frustrated, I went up to the ridge above where there is an area they bed hoping that is where he went for his final resting place but not so lucky. It was now about 6:00pm and after combing the area for another two hours, I ran out of water and made the decision to go back to camp and try again in the morning. I didn't sleep much and got up early, broke down camp and headed out to look for my buck. Three more hours of looking and just could not find him! I know this happens but a first for me and I'm just sick to my stomach knowing that the buck is just laying somewhere dead with all that meat spoiling. Not to mention a beautiful trophy! Just need to vent. Kind of deflated my elk hunt that's coming up in two weeks