Packed in just over 4 miles to one of my favorite spots. It was freaking brutal weather for early September! Massive wind storm was dropping trees everywhere, it snowed 3 inches and temps in the teens.... first day in had a close encounter with a 6 point bull and some cows but could not close the deal. The next morning I got up and bugled into a drainage about 300 yards from my tent. A bull instantly responded. I worked towards him about 50 yards and cow called three times. When he responded he had cut the distance in half. I had to shed a bunch of clothing and try to get in position quickly. I ranged two trees at 28 and 56. He split them, I cow called and he stopped. I put the 40 yard pin on him and touch it off. He spun ran 30 yards and piled up in a tree. I then had the pleasure of breaking him down alone and hauling out two loads before I swallowed my pride and went and got help. He was a super cool bull, kind of a freak. We named him “pork and beans”.
Congrats. Post like this give me great motivation. I should be heading to Wyoming on the general tag solo this year You would not believe the shade I’ve been receiving from my Midwest buddies frankly I’ve just quite bringing it up to avoid the negatively.