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Big bodied bull elk, lousy shot, long recovery.

Discussion in 'Hunting' started by H&Hhunter, Sep 30, 2019.

  1. Shanghai McCoy

    Shanghai McCoy Member

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    Nah, I was a sailor for over 20 years, you know the difference between a sea story and a fairytale? A fairytale starts with "Once upon a time..."
    Sea stories start with "Now this is a no sh..."
    And the "bizarre" stories are the best ones. ;)
     
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  2. H&Hhunter

    H&Hhunter Moderator Staff Member

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    This is no shizle....

    Last year Robert and I got into our hunting unit late on opening day. It had been raining heavily and the roads were almost impassible. With maybe an hour of daylight left we parked the truck off one of the main roads and decided to hike about a mile up to a ridge line and see if we could find any sign.

    Once we got up on the ridge we glassed for a bit and I decided to pull out my cow call and chirp a few times. After a few chirps with no response and thinking the day was pretty much over I started making any and all weird sounds that I could through the call. Duck quacks, I whistled Dixie, made some badger in distress sounds and then finished by attempting to play the Beverly hillbillies tune through the reed on the caller. Why would I do something like that? Because I’m so funny and witty and talented that I crack myself up sometimes......

    Robert was wandering around slack jawed and staring up into the sky, (he does that) and I had just stood up. I was gazing over to the next ridge line about 200 yards away when a young 6x6 bull comes lustily storming into view! He stands there and is scanning the country side looking for his musically talented and apparently extremely provocatively hot mamma of a cow!

    I’m trying to get Roberts attention, but what ever it is he’s looking at in the sky has his undivided attention. I try to slip my rifle off my shoulder but the bull catches the movement and takes off.

    And yes that is almost exactly how it happened. Robert May claim that his activities on the hill were slightly different but this is how I remember it. ;)
     
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  3. Shanghai McCoy

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    ^^^
    See, that wasn't so hard to tell ..? ;)
    And that is a funny, and somewhat "bizarre" form of elk calling.
    Now, when do we get Robert's version..? o_O
    :)
     
  4. H&Hhunter

    H&Hhunter Moderator Staff Member

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    Robert is probably too busy staring into the sky and walking in circles to answer. Just a guess. :)
     
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  5. Robert

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    I was asleep today cause I work nights. You know that. I leave for work in 20 mins but I'll post the correct version when I get home from work in the morning....
     
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  6. H&Hhunter

    H&Hhunter Moderator Staff Member

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    This oughta be good!
     
  7. BigBore44

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    I always love you and Robert’s stories....

    And your elk story this year shows why it’s not always the gun or caliber, it’s the person behind it that matters. Your friend made some pretty impressive shots with his ‘06. Glad you were able to make the recovery.
     
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  8. Robert

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    Ok, for the record I am going to bed a little late so I can set the record straight...

    Greg and I did indeed arrive about 2 hours before sunset so we dumped our gear in the camper, I changed out of my traveling clothes into my hunting gear, we grabbed our rifles and headed out. It was a bit of a drive to where Greg wanted to scout but it was through a part of the state I've never been to, no I won't tell you where, so I enjoyed the drive. And I like hanging out and BS'ing with Greg. We are both pretty good at BS...

    We arrive at the scout spot and drive as far in as the roads and the street tires on Greg's wife's truck will let us. Yeah, he don't even own his own truck. He has a Prius or some such... Needless to say it is muddy. And it's that slick as snot, built an adobe house caliche mud. We walk a good 3/4 of a mile across the flats to get to the ridge and I great a foot from the mud caked to my boots. It was heavy, nasty stuff that you had to shake off every 10 or so steps. The pull across the flats was a decent little work out, but we reach the base of a little knob on the ridge and motor up it to reach the top.

    We are only maybe 100 feet above the flat but from up there we can see for miles. The ridge and table lands behind us are dotted with cedar scrub thickets that are perfect for mule deer and elk. We set off in a lazy meander through the scrub running silent. Greg is 6'3 and 260? pounds of mostly muscle, though he is getting pudgy in his old age. And fit as a fiddle. I'm 5'9 and 220 pounds of angry fluff. You'd never believe that two buffalo such as us could move quiet, but let me tell you, when we engage silent running it's pretty impressive. We pick our steps quickly and move with a purpose, not fast, not slow. Just cruising. Avoid the dry grass and twigs and glide along. No talking, just glances and hand gestures. Man we are in the zone.

    We weave our way maybe 1/2 mile along this ridge line through dense scrub and brush and see very little sign. At one point we stop and I can smell elk. Heck, I can taste them on the air. By golly there are elk in this thicket somewhere! But they are masters of their environment and most likely slip away around one clump of scrub as we approach. No matter, I'll catch one that's a little too slow...

    We nudge out on to this little bald spot that is loosely fenced by cedar scrub. A nice little hiding spot with a clear view of a draw and ridge to our side. Greg whips out his trusty cow call, which as any real hunter would know is bloody useless in November, and commences to mewing and chirping. Being the man-ape/ child that he is, Greg soon gets bored and begins to make duck calls and other noises with his kazoo. Yeah, right, that'll work.

    Next think I know, I am hit smack in the shoulder by a bowling ball. Nope, that's just Greg punching me while whisper yelling "DUDE THERE'S A BULL RIGHT THERE!" Now, being that we are a two man out fit and he was scanning his side of the redoubt, I was busy scanning my side to ensure we had a full 360 coverage. I was not, as some have insinuated, staring at the sky. I swing around to where man-ape is pointing to find only more scrub. I inform Greg that while elk are indeed brown and tan, that particular elk is actually just more scrub. Mumbling in Swahili, which he does when he is grumpy, he plods off down he side of the draw with me following, sure that we will find only more scrub.

    We climb the far side and low and behold, elk tracks. Good sized ones, and fresh. You could see where he came out, danced around and then turned back and headed into the scrub. I assume he responded to the flirtatious love calls of a lady kazoo duck and was seriously dejected to find a common North American Bald Ape. We headed into the dense bush on his heels and I could here him kicking rocks and breaking twigs not too far in front of us. Thanks to the soft ground we were able to cut his sign easy and stay on his trail. He began a slow left turn back in the direction he came from but soon left the thicket and broke into a open field trot the likes of which we could never keep up with. By that time the light was gone so we headed back for the truck all the while Greg accusing me of day dreaming while a decent bull got away... and that little man-ape grew up to gut shoot a bull which landed in a creek only after his buddy shot him two more times.

    And know you know the rest of the story.

    Good day!

    I'm off to bed. I work again tonight.
     
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  9. H&Hhunter

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    I’d just like to state for the record, that Robert is currently working a horrible schedule that leaves him sleep deprived and unable to answer to this thread in a timely manner. Which is why it was the very best time possible for me to take advantage of the situation and report the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

    Disclaimer;
    The truth is subjective when used in hunting stories. H&Hhunter incorporated can not confirm or deny any and all veracity of this hunting story. Except that Robert was walking in circles and staring into the sky. And that the worlds dumbest elk had responded to the worlds most idiotic elk call. And that Roberts version of the story will be incorrect. ;)
     
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