Today was the opening day of muzzleloading season. We didn’t see any hunters today. The day started off really well when Brian and I saw a few cows and a really big 6×6. We were about 100 yards from them, and they didn’t have a clue that we were there. Unfortunately, we were never able to close the gap and get a shot. Once again, we would have been able to capitalize if we were hunting with a muzzleloader. I’m hoping our luck continues and that we see some more bulls. Although we still have about a week left, I’m not sure I’m going to get an opportunity to loose an arrow from the string. Everything can change in a few seconds, so I’ll keep plugging along and see what happens.
This evening, Brian, Dave and I went to check a camera that we put up the first day we got here. We got some really cool pictures on it. It’s too bad that we didn’t hunt the wallow more than once. It’s tough to hunt there because the wind is never conducive to setting up in the right place. We might figure it out, but it doesn’t appear that it will be this year.
When we were hunting this evening, Dave saw a big mule deer doe, I saw a mule deer and her fawn, and Brian saw a nice bull. When we were hunting, Dad chimed in on the radio. He hit a 5×5 on top of the mountain. Unfortunately, there isn’t any blood. He thinks he killed it, but without any blood, it’s going to be tough to find it. Brian and I are going to give it our best in the morning. Hopefully, we can locate it. Dad fell off his electric bike on the way out after hunting. He’s in rough shape. He can’t get around to well and is hobbled up. He’s very sore but won’t admit it.
