Dad, Dave and I took this morning off to let our bodies rest. Brian decided to try his luck, and his luck wasn’t too good. About 8:30 a.m., he sat down and let out a bugle. A bull immediately responded and started coming in. When it stopped broadside at 10 yards, Brian shot at it, and the arrow struck the bull in the back. It hit the no-zone between the backbone and the vitals. Although he tracked the bull for a while, it didn’t appear to be hit too terribly hard.
We traveled around on a few forest roads today and had the pleasure of meeting some terrific guys who were cutting wood. They shared a few stories with us and even gave us a little history on their Ford pickup that they were using to haul the wood. The truck had 351,000 miles on it and still ran like a top.
And no matter where you go, you’re bound to see that one vehicle that just makes you laugh.
When we returned from our drive, we heard a bull bugle after dinner. We all gathered our equipment and chased it around for a bit, but we didn’t have any success catching up to it before it got dark.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings. We’ve been seeing elk regularly. Hopefully, we can connect on one and celebrate the fruits of our labors.