Got back late last nite, and what a way to close out the archery only season here!
I got up to the ranch too late to locate and sit a new elk stand, so I sat a whitetail stand that had'nt been utilized as yet. A great stand, all in all, and I killed a good buck from it the last day of general season last year with my selfbow. It was'nt to be this nite, however, as my chances were interupted by the local coyote trapper on his rounds.
Next morning, an ill-east wind did me in, and only spooked several deer that were potential candidates for fatal perforation. I spent the rest of the day on Friday, taking down, and relocating one ladder stand, then erecting another hang-on.
Evening found me in the new ladder stand location. It really was just an adjustment from the previous stand location from last week where I'd seen the big buck, and Kory had tried ambushing the bull elk. Kory and Boone were unable to make the hunt this weekend, but my partner Fish, and his son Riley were scheduled to arrive just in time for the last hour of the evening hunt. They were gonna meet me here, and so I left the other stand up, a short 50 yards distance from where I now sat, for Fish to sit in, and Riley would go to the north end of the property and sit there.
They both arrived on time to get in the last hour of daylight....sneaking into their stands. I was kindof excited to be able have a chance to watch Fish possibly fill a tag. It wasn't to be however, as things developed quickly after their arrival.
After some silent goofing around at each other, Fish and I were suddenly snapped to reality by the crashing of elk antlers, and then the approach...on the run...of a nice bull. He entered the woods 50 yards north of me. I could'nt see him as he crashed in.
Nothing unusual at this point, elk are noisy animals.
A small whitetail buck that had been approaching my stand was suddenly on alert and watching the elk, which was standing right where he entered the woods. I readied for a shot opportunity.
Then another large crash in the elks locale, followed by several minutes of labored breathing sounds. The whitey buck got the heck out of Dodge. Fish and I motioned to each other with hand signals....I'm not sure he had put two and two together as of yet. I tried to let him know that I thought Riley had perhaps shot this bull and it was on it's dieing last breaths. With only minutes of light left, I climbed down, as did Fish. I told him what I thought...we decided to still hunt towards where we thought the bull was.