The week is fading too fast. We haven’t seen many animals, but this trip has still been incredible. It surely has been a once-in-a-lifetime trip. Unfortunately, the action has been extremely slow. Dad and I hunted together today. We saw a big shooter bull around 10:30 a.m. in the honey hole. We weren’t able to get a shot off before he disappeared. He just didn’t want to come out in the open. As he meandered in and out of the trees on the other side of the drainage it was next to impossible to get him in the crosshairs long enough to squeeze off a good shot.
I’m feeling like nothing is going to happen, but I guess you never know. The worst week of hunting you’ve ever experienced can turn into the best one in a few seconds. That’s what draws me in and keeps me going every day. I hope that happens sometime soon. I have a very good feeling that both of us will be successful. Tomorrow morning is supposed to be the coldest day of the week. The forecast is calling for temperatures in the low 40s. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Dale broke the ice today with a nice 8-point bull. He shot it on the plywood. Maybe somebody will join him in the winner’s circle tomorrow. I don’t have any pictures of Dale’s bull at this point in time.
