When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t budge. The sickness seemed to take hold and clench with all its might. I could barely function, even after sleeping in and getting up around 8:00 a.m. to eat some toast and eggs that Dad made for me. He didn’t go out because he was worn out after yesterday. Heck, that will happen to a 70-plus year old man every now and then.
Brian headed out bright and early as usual. He returned to the tent about an hour after he left because he forgot some stuff. When he returned tonight, he filled us in on everything that had happened. In the early morning, he saw a young Amish lad tucked into some brush on the edge of a meadow. The boy said his father was a ways away and had muzzleloading tags for bear and mule deer. Brian couldn’t figure that out since the guy was honking on a bugle tube like there was no tomorrow. That’s a head scratcher.
After putting them behind him, he crested a mountain that we haven’t been on yet. When he stopped for rest at the top of it, he saw movement in the bowl in front of him. He quickly walked toward the movement and saw that it was a guy dressing out a bull calf that he had just arrowed. As the man talked in circles, Brian caught him in a few lies, so in the end, it was hard to believe much of anything he said, even though he claimed to have wounded a big 6×6 the day before. The man was from Tennessee. We’re not sure why he would have shot a calf if he had really been seeing all of the bulls he was seeing all sorts of bulls as he claimed.
This evening Dad and Alex headed back to the area where Dad missed the big bull. Once again, they were in amongst them and had a nice bull come into their calls. Unfortunately, they never got a shot. Dad knew if he had a teammate for the incident, someone would have gotten a shot. It’s hard to pull it off alone.
Brian also had action tonight in the same exact spot we spent the day the last day we hunted. He saw a giant bull at the end of a line of cows. They got a little nervous and scattered before he could get a shot.
On his way out he had about nine bulls bugling at him. I think we are going to give it a go in there in the morning. I actually got feeling much better today and went out for a few minutes close to camp. I know I can’t do too much, but I’d like to give it a shot. I guess I’ll have to see how I feel in the morning when I wake up. I’m hoping I continue in the right direction with the illness I’m battling. We will see what tomorrow brings. I think we are getting close, but only time will tell.