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| bigmacc:
I may have told this one before in another thread, its not my story but one that was told to me by an old friend, it was not of a buck he killed but was of multiple bucks AND does who were killed by mother nature, who can be very cruel when she wants to be, I will tell it the best that I can and as close as I can as it was told to me, I seen a few pictures of this that were unbelievable AND incredible to say the least. The friend who witnessed this and told me this story, unfortunately is now in a home. We will call him Woody(not his real name) in this story, I may have called him another name in the other thread. Woody and his wife were taking some fisherman up into the Pasayten, I'm thinking 1960,s maybe early 70,s :dunno:. It was springtime, and they were many miles in when Woody told his wife he knew a shortcut into some lakes that they were taking these folks to. It would cut miles off the trip and Woody figured it would be passable. It involved going through a canyon I remember. Woody, his wife and the fisherman made the decision to take the shortcut. They made it about half way I believe when Woody decided it was time to make camp and go in the rest of the way in the morning. They got up, tore down camp, saddled up and made there way to the lakes. Once they started into the canyon Woody said he "started feeling weird, like something wasn't right", his words, by this time with him telling me the story sitting around a campfire, I was also starting to feel "weird" and a little spooked :chuckle:. Woody said they got about half way in when he started noticing skeletons up on the hill sides on both sides of them. Bone piles up under trees, bleached and some not, some still with hair, some not, no rhyme, no reason, no consistency, just bones, carcasses and horns. If you knew Woody, he never let an "incident" get in the way of entertainment, he went to work :chuckle:. He told his wife and clients that they had stumbled onto the very turf that hundred of men over many years have been trying to find and at "no extra charge" they were all experiencing it, the place old mule deer go to die, the mule deers graveyard :chuckle:. Woody said that there were maybe 100 or more carcasses, some piled up 2 or 3 deep, mostly under trees, some had huge racks, some bleached out, some still brown, he figured the ordeal happened that previous winter, what he figured was a migration was in full tilt, a storm hit, deer couldn't get out of that canyon and died, most were piled under trees indicating they were trying to get out of weather, snow and wind and that was the end for them. Woody never touched anything, he took a few pictures, I seen them, it was eerie to say the least, some huge bucks died in that ordeal, they never touched them or disturbed them, I still get goosebumps thinking of this, even now. |
| bigmacc:
Another story of a great buck that was told to me by "Woody", it also happened sometime back in the 60,s or 70,s, he told me the story in the early 70,s so it was a few years prior to that that this happened I believe. Once again, I may have told this story or partially told it before, ill try to go into a bit more detail this time, at least as much as I can remember. Woody, his wife and another hand were rounding up some strays that they never got out of the upper elevations that were part of their summer range lease, it was either during the high hunt or during the general season, I don't remember. He said they were on top of a ridge glassing a big basin where they figured the strays might be, I remember Woody saying it was cold and spitting snow off and on. Woody said They glassed up the basin but no cows, only a huge lone buck and a hunter who was on horse back. They all had tags but just watched, not wanting to cork the other hunter. Woody said they looked closer at the buck who was by himself walking towards a thicket, head down, on a mission. The rider was coming into the thicket from the top, moving downhill, the buck was coming in from the side moving left to right. Both were spaced to about hit the thicket at about the same time Woody said. They couldn't believe the rider was not seeing the deer and vis versa, until further inspection of the rider, he was asleep :chuckle:. Both hands on the horn, head down, hunched a bit, Woody said he was either asleep or dead :chuckle:. They all sat there watching this as buck and rider were about to enter the thicket, Woody said "keep your eyes open, theres gonna be a hell of a wreck happinen" :chuckle:. Woody said they both entered, buck, head down, not a care in the world, rack swaying side to side, rider, head down, hands on the horn, he too swaying back and forth. They both disappeared into the brush and trees, Woody, his wife and hand waited for the wreck. After a minute or so the monster buck came out the other side, head down, swaying side to side and disappeared into a big rock canyon, shortly after the rider popped out the bottom looking the same as he went in and disappeared down the trail. They took out after the buck but never did find him, Woody said he was well over 30" and they did not know how many points, it had a lot is what he said. Now, they recognized the "rider" by what he was wearing and the horse he was on, he was a local and they ran into him a few days later. Woody asked him if he was out hunting in this particular area on this day, he said, sure was. Woody asked him if he ever seen anything, the fella replied, a few does. Woody said he didn't have the heart to tell the young man what they had witnessed, to this day I don't know if they ever did tell him. Woody said, hell who knows, maybe the buck was asleep too :chuckle: As I said, Woody is now in an assisted living home, doesn't know folks anymore, I sure do miss him. |
| hunthard:
Bigmac, love the old hunting stories you share, just curious though, what were the popular hunting calibers back then? |
| bigmacc:
--- Quote from: hunthard on February 14, 2022, 08:59:04 PM ---Bigmac, love the old hunting stories you share, just curious though, what were the popular hunting calibers back then? --- End quote --- Well back when I was young(50,s and 60,s) I remember a lot of 06, 270 and 30-30,s. I remember my dad talking about Springfields, Remingtons and of course Winchesters going back into the 1930,s and before. Not sure what the popular calibers were but I’m sure 30-06 and 30-30,s were in camp. I remember in the 70,s people going to magnum rounds but most stuck with the 06 and 270 etc, I still shoot a pre 64 270 to this day, it belonged to my great grandpa, thing is still a tack driver, couldn’t even tell you how many bucks that rifle has killed. Thinking of retiring it this year and get another 270. |
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