Well guys I will be in and out of class all day today, but I will try to keep the story rolling along.
Where was I?
Oh yes, we had just heard a cow answer us from the bowl. We were on a ridge face of sorts, between two bowls, with the wind blowing directly downhill, and a saddle just a hundred yards below us.
The one thing I've learned with elk, is that they often circle a caller, to identify via smell. So I placed my buddy between the last spot we called, and the elk, and scurried 30-40 yards further downhill, to cut the animal off if she did just that. Both of us were still within 20 yards of the ridge, and the cow was still talking to us, as my buddy took over the main calling duties and I added some quieter herd talk.
Now as this was transpiring, it kept reoccurring to me that this elk sounded suspiciously like a Hoochie Mama cow call from the store. (Later, my buddy confessed to having the same misgivings).
Misgivings and doubts aside, we set up and waited. It's better to call hunters in, than bust an elk out cause it sounded fake, right? Well, I kept shifting further and further off the ridge, because I wanted cover behind me rather than in front.
I finally got in a good position, about 20 yards below the ridge, and 30 yards below my hunting partner. I started looking for the source of the crunching footsteps I was hearing and saw...
Woops, its time to finish off this last homework problem! Be back.
Topic: Bugling bulls, broken hearts, and a short, short, blood trail(pics now on page 5) (Read 15689 times)
