Hey guys,
Well it was a real shocker
to see my mug looking back at me when I checked the site this morning! I just sent that pic in yesterday to try an avatar for awhile.
David your "bogart" cracked me up!
OK... hears my attempt to due a short and sweet version of one of my most memorable day's.
This is on puplic land in Oregon, mid-September 07.
We switch places every day, that day I was the shooter. We heard elk right off the bat and moved in close right at dawn. The herd was very big and feeding slowly.
Just as soon as I got set up and BH (caller extraordinaire) started his routine a spike and a five point came right in. They were below me and were going to pass by at 25 yds. They got my wind and spooked back to the herd. The herd bull had been watching these satellites come to the call from about 100 yards. When they busted BH really got on the calling and convinced the big boy to come over to investigate.
It was unbelievable, he was Huge! He came straight at me, then stopped at 40 to rake and paw the ground and screamed a nasty insult right through me too BH, who in turn played a pine tree with a big branch. Well here he came, turned at 25 to go around a log, stepped out at 18 and stopped perfectly broadside to a nice little cow call while I drew on him...The arrow was gone and flying straight at his lungs when it dove for no reason and hit the dirt at this monsters feet.
He spun and I knocked another arrow and stopped him at about 50 yards. What a bull! What the *!%*!!&# happened?
As he walked away I noticed a small white scratch on a rock in front of my knee. When I checked my bottom bow tip I found it split all the way open with only the string loop stopping it. When the tip scratched the top of the rock it popped the bow up and hit that death missle of an arrow, and ruined its flight.
It started to rain and we headed back to camp to check out my bow and wipe my tears. He was the biggest bull I've ever seen in the woods!
Unbelievable...that rock is now a doorstop in my shop. It will always remind me to double,triple check limb clearance with my arm extended.
Sooo after some pouting and meditation, I mean hot coffee and tip repair we headed to a different spot while the epoxy dried.
Late that day we thought we heard a small bull and moved in downwind to check him out. A fat forked horn bull came in first. Right behind him came a cow with the big bull on her tail. He had his tongue out and was glunking like crazy. Thwe fork went by me at about 20. The wind was perfect and the big bull followed him right to the calling behind me.
Same day, same distance, same pefectly relaxed stop as I drew while cow calling, but this time the arrow kept going straight and buried deep in the crease of his shoulder.
What a relief, missing the giant rattled be bad that morning. This was the pefect medicine.
He went down in the last place I saw him, about 100 yards out.
Here is the most important thing I take hunting with me, a Great partner!
This tough broken horn 6pt is a very good bull, The one that got away that morning is what elk hunting dreams are made of.
Greg
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