Everyone seemed to like to look at the last picture I posted to pass the time till next August so I figured I would put the bull and story up from last year. As opening morning rolled around I got up around six a.m. and started putting my broadheads together as I had decided I wasn't going out that morning. The traffic going by my house was really badwhich was a surprise as not that many people hunt up here usually including myself until later in the season.Around noon I took the wife for a drive to see where all the weekend warrior pressure was as it changes from year to year and through my stuff in the pickup just in case. The first area I drove into had a fair ammount of people running around so off to the area I shot a bull the year before with the wind blowing pretty good I deieded to walk downa cat road and see if I could get a bull to answer with no luck so I went home.
About five p.m. I drove up to another area I hunt and parked and walked out on a ridge and bugled with the wind blowing pretty hard and the wife starts pointing down in the hole so bugle again and this time I can hear him. I send the wife back to the truck to get the rest of my stuff and here comes a jeep with glass packs and a V-8 blub,blub,blub up to my pickup and goes to turn around and kills it. He refires it and proceeds to blow the carbon out of it. Game over. I went home for the night and when I came back the next morning I brought a different bugle and parked quite aways back at a good turn around and started walking. I got out where I was the night before and listened for a while without hearing anything so I let one rip and the response was immediate down the ridge to my left which was perfect. I took off down the hill to where I needed to be a half mile down and got set up. I started cow calling with no response so I bugled again and I get answered by a different bull accross the old clearcut at about four hundred yards. Great now I've got one below me and one out from me with a slight breeze in my face comming from the second bull and if he came it needed to be in from above or he would wind me so I turned and bugled back up the hill and behind myself toi which bull number two answered before I had finished. I set the bugle down and picked up the bow and heard a rock roll to my left as I turned this guy was stepping up to the six yard line. Game over for the season but now I would be able to call for my buddy which helped me pack this one out of a jungle. You will notice that I rolled the string off the wheel and I have never been so tore up from salmon berry and berry vines. This turned out to be the longest season of my life as my buddy shot one the next morning on his own.
Archery Rosie (2007)
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