With but a few days left Vance and I are kicking in the afterburners and will try to get in as much hunting together as possible.
This trip is winding down and I'm not looking forward to it.
The firearms antelope season opened today and we're expecting an influx of goats from all over the sage country. I'm planning an early entry of the Double Bull in the morning.
Vance has got work to tend to in the morning, but should be able to join me for the afternoon hunt.
We ran up country this evening with the intent of shooting some snowshoe rabbits to satisfy a crave I've been having.
There's a good spot for snowshoes up near where I shot the buck, so we had the added incentive of Vance getting a crack at a deer.
And we couldn 't get there without driving through great antelope country.... and other stuff.
I spotteed a snowshoe as soon as we parked the truck but never did locate him again. It looked like it was going to be good.
Vance and I split up as soon as we entered the timber. We'd see each other now and again through the jackpines and lodgepoles.
Shadows deepened quickly and the sun dunked behind the mountain. The time was just right for the little hares.... deer too!
The forest floor was dry, crackly, crunchy, pine needles and limbs and I telegraphed every step.
But it was all good. The pines were heavy with scent that reminded me a little of turpentine.