It was the first time

[FerretWYO]

I shot this arrow                        

 

[Shinken]

NICE intro Randy!

BRING IT ON !!!

You already spilled the beans that your "pack got a little workout today."

I have to travel to Chicago tomorrow....

   

Shoot straight, Shinken

[Benny Nganabbarru]

It looks like that arrow has served well, Randy!

[NorthernCaliforniaHunter]

Errrrrr!    :mad:        

The suspense!      

Out with it!    

[ishiwannabe]

That is just mean to do to us...congrats! Looking forward to the rest.

[Bowhunter4life]

[Joseph]

He has been hanging around Charlie to much  

[KHALVERSON]

i think i see blood on the fletching
now dont be charlie lambing us now
please tell the story

[rastaman]

   

[Mudd]

[wv lungbuster]

[centaur]

Don't tell me you found another stray elk in the Bighorns!    

[FerretWYO]

OK OK there is a little blood on the arrow.

I left Cheyenne Monday to come up to my home town Sheridan for my favorite vacation of the year. It was going to be a great couple of weeks, I just had a feeling.

Since I could not seem to draw any tags this year I was hunting on a General License. Now anyone who has done that in Wyoming know the challanges that you face. I knew that if I was going to find elk this year I would be working a little harder.

I spent time with friends Tueday and chased a few deer and stopped in and got to meet Whip. I tell you what if you all get a chance to meet joe dont pass it up he is awesome guy and it was great to finnally meet him.

On the 15th I decided that I would take the morning easy and head into the elk camp that I had hunted out of the last few years. Since they were in an area that boardered the area that I would be hunting I decided that would be my first plan of attack for the high country.

Wednesday afternoon I gathered my gear and headed over the divide to a place that I know holds elk and good elk. It was not long before the fun began. It was nearly three miles before I got into my hunting area but let me tell you it was worth every minute. As soon as got on the divide I could that beautiful sound of nature. The bulls were talking.

Now this is some vast and huge country and though I could hear them I could not find by glassing. I moved down a ridge line and kept looking. About an hour later I found the bull making all the noise. Almost two miles away in a straight line I was going to have to move fast. I moved quickly all the way to the bottom and all the way back to the top to find an awesome bull with 30 cows. He was not dumb though and had his cows really high up in a big saddle and was moving them to the other side. With the closet peice of cover nearly two hundred yards away I chose to let them be rather than blow them up. On my way back down I spot an impresive bull. I was loosing light fast and did not get to make a stock. He had long G3's and very impresive mass. The image of this beautiful bull is burned into my mind as I walk out that night in the dark.

I was not able to hunt the next day as I had to go to town and pick up my girlfriend so we could spend some time together hunting.

Come Friday though I could not stop thinking about that bull I had seen. It was a long walk but I just had to go back in there. Lindsay and I left the truck about two in the afternoon on Friday. Little did I know how great that evening would be.

Ok I gotta take a break and go get you all some pictures before I continue. This country it to beautiful to not show you some. I promise it wont be long.

[Mudd]

   

[FerretWYO]

Originally posted by centaur:
Don't tell me you found another stray elk in the Bighorns!        

I dont know what I would do without a few strays running around.     How is your season going Sir?

[Hot Hap]

tap-tap-tap

didnt he say it wouldnt take long,  :rolleyes:

[swp]

Bet he won't be shooting that arrow again!  :D

[FerretWYO]

Ok that took a little longer than I thought that it would.

Where was I. Oh yea we were leaving the truck. Three miles later this is the view.

 

 

My girlfriend and I took a short break got a little food and enjoyed the beauty of the country.

 

After hanging out for a little bit it was time to move on. Shortly after we spotted a spike. With the wind kinda messing with my plans we kept going. With the spike there we knew there must be more.

Another mile and I spotted two cows. I knew we just found that bull I had seen a few days before. The he bugled and it was confirmed. The stock was going to have to be quick or the swirling wind would get me busted. I still could not see him so I started moving to where I had heard him. Lindsay stayed back a little hoping to watch it all unfold. Watching close and moving steady and quiet I finally saw him. It was him. My heart started racing. I was 40 yards and started to close the gap. Risking a chance at the wind I had to go with the cover. Tree to tree I made my way in to 22 yards. He was feeding with his head down facing me. I would not have to wait long. He soon turned broadside. I drew and anchored and loosed my arrow. The bull lunged a few steps and slowed quickly. Forty yards later he was down. I was so excited I could hardly talk.

 

 

 

Then the work begins.

 

 

[S C Mercer]

WOW!!!  What a great bull!  Congrats, again!  You are a killing machine!   Steve