Dang Tom, I wish I would've thought of that...that would have been too funny eh?
Ok......ya'll have been pretty patient with me. Marty and Uncle Gene have been on my butt to tell a little bit of the story. I'm gonna hold back some, cause I'm working on something for PBS and don't want to give it ALL away.
I went, I saw, I conquered....how's that?
Ok,,,,ok....
On Tuesday we came around the bend in the road to see a 40" bull standing there. While he was decideding wether or not to take on the truck, I dropped down into the woods to sneak up on him. I don't sneak as well as I used to and he turned and walked off into the bush.
I was dying to go up in there after him and after a half hour or so, I talked Paul into heading up the ridge to see why he''d gone up there. Had to be a reason right? Topped out and headed west towrds a clearcut when we came across a skidder trail that had 2 big fresh (That means they stunk really bad) wallows. Our bull had obviously just been there.
Paul had a bottle of cow urine in his pack and he sprayed the wallos down. As we went down the hill on the skidder trail we sprayed it all the way down to the road and as we suspected, came out right where he'd gone in earlier.
so.........
figuring this was his "route" we went on and hunted elsewhere, hoping he'd come back thru tomorrow. Same time, same trail.
Guess what? We were right! Or so we thought.....!!!