You should indeed love IdahoYep, IdahoThose pictures are from kind of all over the place.......a few from North Central along the main Salmon River, some from Central along the South Fork of the Boise River and below the Sawtooth Wilderness, and a few from South West near the Snake River breaks. I love Idaho, even my meager photo skills yield good pictures once in awhile
Beautiful Country, I am Envious
Oh no!
One of the worst, best movies ever!Still haven't found one radioactive enough so that a heavy caliber bullet bounces off its head
Man, I love that kind of country. Where yo u can see the elk, and they are not locked in dark timber.My mother drew a bull elk tag this year. Seems like we can get into the elk, but nothing with horns. She's not able to get far from the truck, so the tougher spots that I know hold elk are a no go. Here's a couple pictures through the field glasses.
Yes sir! Sorry I forgot to let everyone know. He recovered well. And is practicing archery every day.
Here he is with his first deer of this year. With a rifle in youth hunt. Still waiting for his EDC 2.
I hear this. I remember when it seemed like I healed overnight. Not so much anymore.
Absolutely great story and pictures! ThanksMy mother (76) drew a bull elk tag in a good unit this year and I've been busy spending as many days as possible out with her. We had been seeing good numbers of elk, but just couldn't find much with horns on its head.
Then over the weekend we located and made a try for a herd that we could see had some branch antler bulls in it. It was tough on my mom on the way in, so I told her to just set her own pace and stop as she needed, no sense to push it too hard.
We came to the point where she needed a rest, so I got her sat on a good crossing and told her that since the elk had fed over the ridge I was going to move ahead and glass the next draw to see if they were bedded in it. I'd be back to gather her up after she had caught her wind. The elk were there alright and there were several more bulls we hadn't seen originally, a couple of them pretty good, so I slipped out real easy and headed back.
I didn't know that a few head had fed back over the ridge and I walked right under them and blew them out. They gathered up the whole herd, at least 30 head, and over the mountain they went. If you've ever hunted elk you know that deer change hills, but elk can and will change zipcodes. I was just sick. A whole morning's stalk blown and it was my fault after getting her to walk in.
A couple days later we get our legs back under us and decide to give it another try, a different spot that I'd got a lead on a few bulls and would hopefully be more glassing and less walking. Just after daylight we found a bachelor group of three bulls, a small five, a huge five, and a big six with a broke left. We wanted that big five and got set up for a shot.
The bulls were feeding up the ridge. Before we could get set up, the big five had fed into the timber with the other two following behind but still in the open. As quick as she could mom switched over to the broke-horned bull and sent one. This was long range shooting, and my mom is not nearly so familiar with the longer, open-ground hunting as she is with close range whitetails. Even so, we had done our job with the ranging and the dialing, and she put one through him at 514 yards. A little moment of hunching up and then off hard down the ridge he goes. Wow.....
No way was my mother going to be able to negotiate the slope, so down over the hill I went with a buddy that was good enough to volunteer this day.
Then started the work. We took him apart and started over the hill to the road in the bottom of the canyon with the heaviest pack I've ever shouldered. I hung my half on the scales today. The two of us each had this, and I had the horns and the skinned skull for a euro mount in my hands. Then I still had to make one more trip alone for a smaller load after this.
With the head. I snapped a shot with the scales in it :grin:
My eberlestock X2 day pack is built for hauling a one-quarter load. Needless to say my shoulders are hurting (not the pack's fault, that thing is tougher than heck by the way) and my feet are bad sore and some blistered from the perspiration, side-hilling and ridiculous weight. BUT, we are home and my mother is all smiles now
The steel....
Cheers!
Thanks for sharing your story. I can't wait to go on my first elk hunt. You both sure are lucky, and definitely made some great memories!My mother (76) drew a bull elk tag in a good unit this year and I've been busy spending as many days as possible out with her. We had been seeing good numbers of elk, but just couldn't find much with horns on its head.
Then over the weekend we located and made a try for a herd that we could see had some branch antler bulls in it. It was tough on my mom on the way in, so I told her to just set her own pace and stop as she needed, no sense to push it too hard.
We came to the point where she needed a rest, so I got her sat on a good crossing and told her that since the elk had fed over the ridge I was going to move ahead and glass the next draw to see if they were bedded in it. I'd be back to gather her up after she had caught her wind. The elk were there alright and there were several more bulls we hadn't seen originally, a couple of them pretty good, so I slipped out real easy and headed back.
I didn't know that a few head had fed back over the ridge and I walked right under them and blew them out. They gathered up the whole herd, at least 30 head, and over the mountain they went. If you've ever hunted elk you know that deer change hills, but elk can and will change zipcodes. I was just sick. A whole morning's stalk blown and it was my fault after getting her to walk in.
A couple days later we get our legs back under us and decide to give it another try, a different spot that I'd got a lead on a few bulls and would hopefully be more glassing and less walking. Just after daylight we found a bachelor group of three bulls, a small five, a huge five, and a big six with a broke left. We wanted that big five and got set up for a shot.
The bulls were feeding up the ridge. Before we could get set up, the big five had fed into the timber with the other two following behind but still in the open. As quick as she could mom switched over to the broke-horned bull and sent one. This was long range shooting, and my mom is not nearly so familiar with the longer, open-ground hunting as she is with close range whitetails. Even so, we had done our job with the ranging and the dialing, and she put one through him at 514 yards. A little moment of hunching up and then off hard down the ridge he goes. Wow.....
No way was my mother going to be able to negotiate the slope, so down over the hill I went with a buddy that was good enough to volunteer this day.
Then started the work. We took him apart and started over the hill to the road in the bottom of the canyon with the heaviest pack I've ever shouldered. I hung my half on the scales today. The two of us each had this, and I had the horns and the skinned skull for a euro mount in my hands. Then I still had to make one more trip alone for a smaller load after this.
With the head. I snapped a shot with the scales in it :grin:
My eberlestock X2 day pack is built for hauling a one-quarter load. Needless to say my shoulders are hurting (not the pack's fault, that thing is tougher than heck by the way) and my feet are bad sore and some blistered from the perspiration, side-hilling and ridiculous weight. BUT, we are home and my mother is all smiles now
The steel....
Cheers!
