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Our SW Desert cow elk hunt started on Saturday. Our group has 6 tags this year. Me and my daughter each have one. My brother has his youngest daughter (19), another older daughter and her husband, and another son-in-law with tags.
Saturday morning was brutal. Cold and wet with blowing snow. But we put 3 cows down in that mess. The two son-in-laws + the youngest daughter of my brother -- they ran into a group of 4, and took 3 of them.
I was hoping to get my daughter an opportunity before I ever pull the trigger -- we got on a group, but we just couldn't get a safe shot. Those cows were just always "stacked" on top of each other - or turned the wrong way (no texas heart shots!). She finally had an OK shot, but missed. Oh well. We had a ball.
Then came Sunday. Brrrrr..... -7 to start the morning! We decided to just drive the truck vs. the side-by-side. Good choice!
After watching 7 mature bulls (BIG!) we ran into another group of cows. This was the "ghost" group. We started hiking to get ahead of them while they fed. We kept our eye on them, and made sure not to spook them. One minute they were there feeding, the next minute -- gone! Poof!
We hiked all over trying to find them, or cut their tracks. Nothing. They simply vanished. Over the ridge, we went. Then the next. And the next. Nothing. So we circled back down, and started heading back to the truck. My daughter then twisted her ankle, went down and hit the opposite knee on a rock, and tumbled down to the ground. The gun bounced a couple times on some rocks. Ouch. Her knee was bleeding, and the scope had a couple new scratches and ding. Uh-oh. Time to head back to the truck.
Half way back, I glass up the ridge where we had just hiked. The elk were there feeding!! Right where we had just hiked! (When we got up on those cows, they were literally right on top of our previous footprints!) Ugh! My daughter said "let's go after them!". Atta kid! We made the 1000 yard stalk, and got inside 200. She lined up a cow, pulled the trigger.....and missed. Crap. We better go take a shot at a target and see what's up. Sure enough, the scope was off. Dang! What a day!
So, we headed back for home. She was a bit bummed -- but said "well, we saw 8 big bulls, lots of cows, and a bunch of wild horses. That was a pretty good day!".
Yep. It was.
The good news: we get to go do it again.
Saturday morning was brutal. Cold and wet with blowing snow. But we put 3 cows down in that mess. The two son-in-laws + the youngest daughter of my brother -- they ran into a group of 4, and took 3 of them.
I was hoping to get my daughter an opportunity before I ever pull the trigger -- we got on a group, but we just couldn't get a safe shot. Those cows were just always "stacked" on top of each other - or turned the wrong way (no texas heart shots!). She finally had an OK shot, but missed. Oh well. We had a ball.
Then came Sunday. Brrrrr..... -7 to start the morning! We decided to just drive the truck vs. the side-by-side. Good choice!
After watching 7 mature bulls (BIG!) we ran into another group of cows. This was the "ghost" group. We started hiking to get ahead of them while they fed. We kept our eye on them, and made sure not to spook them. One minute they were there feeding, the next minute -- gone! Poof!
We hiked all over trying to find them, or cut their tracks. Nothing. They simply vanished. Over the ridge, we went. Then the next. And the next. Nothing. So we circled back down, and started heading back to the truck. My daughter then twisted her ankle, went down and hit the opposite knee on a rock, and tumbled down to the ground. The gun bounced a couple times on some rocks. Ouch. Her knee was bleeding, and the scope had a couple new scratches and ding. Uh-oh. Time to head back to the truck.
Half way back, I glass up the ridge where we had just hiked. The elk were there feeding!! Right where we had just hiked! (When we got up on those cows, they were literally right on top of our previous footprints!) Ugh! My daughter said "let's go after them!". Atta kid! We made the 1000 yard stalk, and got inside 200. She lined up a cow, pulled the trigger.....and missed. Crap. We better go take a shot at a target and see what's up. Sure enough, the scope was off. Dang! What a day!
So, we headed back for home. She was a bit bummed -- but said "well, we saw 8 big bulls, lots of cows, and a bunch of wild horses. That was a pretty good day!".
Yep. It was.
The good news: we get to go do it again.
