We got off to an early start today. Brian and I went on a mission, and we had a great day from start to finish. The morning started off good when we got into some good bugling action. We jumped a few elk off the trail on our way in, and shortly after that, we picked out one of the bugling bulls and chased him around for a bit. He was totally unresponsive to all calls, so we abandoned that method and remained quiet. We jumped two cows that were bedded down at 7:15 a.m., which surprised me quite a bit. With all of the bugling, I didn’t figure we would come across any bedded animals that early in the morning.
We took a short break to have our lunch before heading to another area that we thought might bring us some luck. It took us over three hours to get there, but our arrival made it all worth it. As we were poking along, we spotted a really big bull in a wallow. He didn’t have a clue that we were there, so I snuck as close as I could to him, which put me to within 120 yards. After wallowing around for about 15 minutes, he got up and laid down about 10 yards behind the wallow. He faced away and never turned in my direction, but I couldn’t close the gap because there was no cover to hide behind. The rain was coming down in sheets as I stood there at 11,000 feet in a t-shirt. For some unknown reason, I never became cold or even chilled. Finally, the bull stood up and began heading out of the meadow. Brian gave a few soft cow calls. Although they stopped the bull, he never came to investigate.
As he wandered around, his antlers were covered in mud, and his hide was like that of a black bear. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was a black elk.
On our way out, we had a calf come by us at 10 yards, but nothing was with her. She was out of breath from climbing a steep hill. I’ve never seen anything like it. She was panting and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as she gasped for air. In some weird way, it made me feel good to know that animals also get out of breath on those steep ridges.
On our way back to camp, we spotted a small mule deer doe to call it a day. It was a great day today. We put on about 14 miles in some rugged-ass country. This kind of hunting isn’t for weak-minded people who don’t have drive.
Dad and Dave didn’t see anything today. We’ll be back at it tomorrow if my body recovers enough in the next 7 hours.
Here’s the video of the bull that I watched in the wallow. This is from the Tactacam on my bow. Although the bull doesn’t look very big, there’s no magnification on the camera, and the bull is about 140 yards from me when I’m running the video.
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