Dad and I have been hitting it hard, so we got out a little late this morning. We had several new inches of snow, so there were tracks everywhere! We got to one of our honeyholes, and Dad said he was going to look off the other side for a change. He came running back to the Jeep saying "Big buck, big buck!!" I grabbed the .30-06 and followed him. We looked over the hill and there he was! I held dead on to his shoulder, and touched it off. It hit right under him, so I jacked another in(please note my blood pressue is rising rapidly!!) and shot him. I would have smoked him right though the boiler room, but the wind took it a bit and it hit in the ribcage. He started walking humped up like they do when they get hit, so me and Dad dashed back to the truck to drive up to where we could get in position for a killing shot. Unfortunately, by the time we got there, he had gone by. But we found good blood and started tracking him. A few times we almost gave up because we wouldn't find good blood, but every time, we found a little bit. We walked for about a mile and a half when Dad said that if he wasn't in the bottom of the next coulee, we would go home and let him lay up and die and come back the next day. As we topped the hill, Dad was like "There he is!" He was laying down, and when he saw us he stood up, and I shot him, he wobbled, and fell like a sack of potatoes!! We were PUMPED!!
Can you say big grin?
We gutted him, and he was jelly on the inside. We headed back home to get Mom and Nash. I walked in and Nash said "Did you get one?" I held up my hands which still had blood on them! Mom and Nash came out and were VERY excited! We got the sled and went up the coulee from a different way, which was all flat so we could drag him out easily. We got there and two golden eagles had plucked some hair off the bucks rear quarter.
We took a few more pictures before we pulled him out.
Thanks for lookin'!
~Ben
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"jelly"? eeew!
ReplyDeleteYep, jelly! : )
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