Yesturday was incredible to say the least. Started very early with wading through frosty meadows. Pick a good spot set up and call a while. Light soft cow calls at first, increasing in volume and intensity to resemble a small herd. Then a small chuckle to pierce the crisp morning air. Antisipation builds as I stumble upon a fresh wallow,the water still mirky from a bull splashing and rolling the night befor. Set up after set up the routine continues,,,,,,inside reminding myself not to lose faith,,,,remebering all the times in the past that it did eventually all come together. But this time is different,,,,,,this is the heart dream,,,,,,,,, to take a bull with all primitive gear.
Looking intently at the stone tips that I'd made,confident that they will do what they where made to do. My trusty yew ambush bow. The one that has become my favorite shooter. Thousands of shots have helped it become as a part of my hand.
The day has been long and hot. It's late afternoon and only a few hours of light left for the day. My good friend and life long hunting buddy James and I are working our way back to the truck. Following the stream running from meadow to meadow. Glancing ahead I see another clearing through the trees........then a body,,,, then another,,,,,,,We drop in the brush,,, all of the sudden a cow elk jumps a log right in front of me. She had been on the other sde of some trees just fifteen yards away. now standing slightly quartered at twenty yards and not a clue we are there. How much I would love to take the shot,,,,,,,,however this is a bull only area,,,one of few and earlier in the day we talked about going to a diferent unit that is either sex. Looking past the cow I see the bull,,,,,,oh what a bull,,,,as he lifts his head the sun reveals the crown at the top of the rack. He's a Rosevelt and a full mature "crowned out bull" I can see at least 7 on each side........He's 60 yards away with the cow between us......sorry guys it's 4:30 and time to leave, we are heading back out....... More to come
