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WKR
So in a little known unit in south central NM, a friend drew a muzzy tag. I’ve thought about applying myself for the muzzy tag and hunting with a bow if I draw. But the long wait for October just isn’t in my DNA. Even though this is the very first unit I hunted elk in, and it was also my very first bow hunt. And the hunt that got me addicted. So how could I say no to donning my gear 1 more time before fall gave way to winter?
This is the second year in a row he’s drawn a difficult to draw tag. However other friends of ours have drawn it the 2 years prior to him drawing, and his brother 5 years ago. So needless to say, this is the 5th year in a row I’ve suited up in my camo, strapped on a Kifaru pack, grabbed my Elknut Chuckler, a few calls, and went all in on success or failure side by side with my buddies.
I know what your thinking. October? Calls? Yeah right buddy. But I’m hear to tell ya, I wouldn’t contemplate applying for a 5 day hunt with my bow if we weren’t talking about elk talking.
Last year Harold and I tag team called probably a half dozen bulls into bow range before Jimmy finally had a shot in the black timber and the bull met his demise. This on day 2. The year before that, same thing only our buddy Robert went home with several ice chests full of meat. The year before that it was Michael opening morning. And Harold 5 years ago with his bow.
The common denominators on all hunts were Jimmy tagging along or hunting, and Harold and I tag teaming on the calling. We like to form a moving triangle based on where the bull is calling from always keeping the shooter between us and the bull.
There are certain people who hunt well together, and some who don’t. Leave us 3 off of the “some who don’t” list. The only game plan we need is, where are we starting! I think Spock gave us a Vulcan hunting mind meld somewhere along the line. Typically no talking needed once we exit the truck, atv’s, utv, or just walking out of camp. If we are hunting together, something is dying!
This year was no different! Jimmy had a tag and a brand new Remington muzzleloader, Harold had his external reed cow calls and gen 2 Chuckler, and I had my gen 3 Chuckler, my Carltons brown triple, and a couple external reed cow calls of my own if needed. And I loaned Clarence, our hillbilly non hunting buddy from southern Ohio my Hoodlum/Duplex Light so he could help with the inevitable pack-out
So last night just before dark, eve of opening day, I told them I wanted to go to the canyon that will remain nameless, especially on this forum, and throw out a harmless, not so innocent locate bugle, with the intention of certain death in mind the following opening morning. Yes I am on occasion one of those guys who will bugle from the road off an atv or utv or pick-up. It’s had deadly consequences in this particular unit over the years.
So we shut the utv off and sit quiet for 10 minutes and the anticipation was driving Jimmy crazy and motions or gives the signal for the locate about 10 minutes before dark. And BAM! Just as smooth as one can echo a perfect beautiful sounding bugle off the surrounding ridges, a bull answers back from about 200 yards from one of the ridges. Jimmy wants to hear it again. This time the perfect chuckles from my tube bounced off the thick timber above and that only pissed the bull off enough to come back with some hard hitting grunts of his own and then he raked a tree very aggressively.
Jimmy was all smiles as I told him we need to go before I call this bull in the night before opener. No talking needed! We knew where we were starting in the morning. Harold, Jimmy and I just looked at each other and grinned as we were riding away in the UTV. The mind meld definitely had us in sync when we got back to camp, Clarence showed up Bud Light in one hand, and a can of Copenhagen in the other true to form. But we had a plan for him to work off that Bud Light in the morning
This is the second year in a row he’s drawn a difficult to draw tag. However other friends of ours have drawn it the 2 years prior to him drawing, and his brother 5 years ago. So needless to say, this is the 5th year in a row I’ve suited up in my camo, strapped on a Kifaru pack, grabbed my Elknut Chuckler, a few calls, and went all in on success or failure side by side with my buddies.
I know what your thinking. October? Calls? Yeah right buddy. But I’m hear to tell ya, I wouldn’t contemplate applying for a 5 day hunt with my bow if we weren’t talking about elk talking.
Last year Harold and I tag team called probably a half dozen bulls into bow range before Jimmy finally had a shot in the black timber and the bull met his demise. This on day 2. The year before that, same thing only our buddy Robert went home with several ice chests full of meat. The year before that it was Michael opening morning. And Harold 5 years ago with his bow.
The common denominators on all hunts were Jimmy tagging along or hunting, and Harold and I tag teaming on the calling. We like to form a moving triangle based on where the bull is calling from always keeping the shooter between us and the bull.
There are certain people who hunt well together, and some who don’t. Leave us 3 off of the “some who don’t” list. The only game plan we need is, where are we starting! I think Spock gave us a Vulcan hunting mind meld somewhere along the line. Typically no talking needed once we exit the truck, atv’s, utv, or just walking out of camp. If we are hunting together, something is dying!
This year was no different! Jimmy had a tag and a brand new Remington muzzleloader, Harold had his external reed cow calls and gen 2 Chuckler, and I had my gen 3 Chuckler, my Carltons brown triple, and a couple external reed cow calls of my own if needed. And I loaned Clarence, our hillbilly non hunting buddy from southern Ohio my Hoodlum/Duplex Light so he could help with the inevitable pack-out
So last night just before dark, eve of opening day, I told them I wanted to go to the canyon that will remain nameless, especially on this forum, and throw out a harmless, not so innocent locate bugle, with the intention of certain death in mind the following opening morning. Yes I am on occasion one of those guys who will bugle from the road off an atv or utv or pick-up. It’s had deadly consequences in this particular unit over the years.
So we shut the utv off and sit quiet for 10 minutes and the anticipation was driving Jimmy crazy and motions or gives the signal for the locate about 10 minutes before dark. And BAM! Just as smooth as one can echo a perfect beautiful sounding bugle off the surrounding ridges, a bull answers back from about 200 yards from one of the ridges. Jimmy wants to hear it again. This time the perfect chuckles from my tube bounced off the thick timber above and that only pissed the bull off enough to come back with some hard hitting grunts of his own and then he raked a tree very aggressively.
Jimmy was all smiles as I told him we need to go before I call this bull in the night before opener. No talking needed! We knew where we were starting in the morning. Harold, Jimmy and I just looked at each other and grinned as we were riding away in the UTV. The mind meld definitely had us in sync when we got back to camp, Clarence showed up Bud Light in one hand, and a can of Copenhagen in the other true to form. But we had a plan for him to work off that Bud Light in the morning
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