I thought Id tell you guys a little story cause I just got done hanging the christmas lights ta keep momma happy So a few years back I made the switch to traditional archery my son was shooting a compound and I decided to level the playing field and bought a Chec mate falcon. I got some magnus two blade heads and learned to sharpen them the hard way.
Any way i had forgotten how much fun a trad bow was because I was shooting a cbow for 20+ years and kind of got sick of it. We had a great time all summer with that bow and I hunted my first year trad and came home never firing an arrow. but it was a pleasuer carring it. I let my boy do the shooting that year anyway and he got his first buck. well the next year things got crazy at work and I just didnt have time to shoot my bow like I had been so I resorted back to the compound and it was a chor to carry that thing around after carring my recurve so I said thats it. I went back to the recurve. Well I went out with my boy on the coast and hunted hard for a week I had a big 5x6 bull at 17 yards and I missed I was like what???? How could it be. Went back to camp and shot the block for 2 hours reliving the mornings events in my mind. It hunted me for the next 2 days as I didnt see another elk. My son shot a deer the next day so we packed up and went home, every day after work I shot from every angle I could come up with . I even got on the roof and shot till the cops came by and told me not to do that anymore because they got a call that a crazy guy was standing on his roof shooting at pop cans on the ground. My Wife was so proud :rolleyes: so the next day off I kept Billy home from school and we went looking for that bull we found a big wallow and my sons knee was hurting him from football practice so I told him to sit that wallow and not to leave till noon and that Id meet him at our bikes up the hill then. When I came over the hill he took this pic can you tell what happened
well that was the last picure on the camera because he spent the rest of the film on chipmunks and the wallow and his blind . I was a little po'ed
Back to the hunt well I left Billy at the wallow and headed down the drainage a long ways and found a overgrown skidder road and followed it for a few hundred yards and then heard a mew to my right coming to me. I knocked an arrow and took a knee. It seamed about 20 minutes went by but it was more like 5 as I listened to the sticks and brush breaking not 20 yards from me my heart was pounding like it hasnt since I was 12 and trying to shoot my first deer. I started to get the shakes I tell ya. I mean Ive killed my fair share of animals and this had me going. I just started breathing like my wife did when she was giving birth to calm down then a calf just appered in front of me at 15 yards I could hear more elk in the brush but the calf had my knees shaking out of control. she work her way down the trail and then a big cow bolted across the road and I didnt even get a chance to Draw. and then it went quite. I stood up and all I could think is Not again :( well just then a third cow stepped out looking in the opposite direction at 15 yards I drew and I heard a pop. I thought to myself what was that??? Then I noticed I was missing an arrow. She wheeled and headed down the trail the other cows went, I double lunged her but the blood trail sucked. Every 20 yards or so I found some buble blood and after 80 yards there she was piled up. I dont have a picture of her but she will always be a great trophey in my book after we quartered her and packed her out to the bikes we dropped her off at the meat cutter on the way home. I still wish I would have got a pic of her in the white meat paper LOL I havent been able to get one since but I could have. I sold that chec mate this spring because I wanted a nice recurve and went back to the compound this year because life events made the funds unavalibale to buy a new bow before season. but I shot a little spike bull the first day at 16 yards. it was uneventfull to say the least but it was nice to have jerky while chasing fall Chinook on the mighty Columbia
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Topic: My first Trad Elk (Read 212 times)
