Huntin with my Dad 09

[257 Wby Mag]

Ahhh, you're dirty Arlee!! I'll be quiet and let you play with em. Oh, keep in mind, if there is any doubt, Arlee is in about the same shape as George St. Pierre. I think he would have climbed a old growth if need be!! LOL

[remington300mag]

This just keeps getting funnier!!  I don't think anyone is doubting this guy!! You would have a hard time making this stuff up!!! 

[workstohunt]

Thanks 257
I get down to where I had tied off the rope to pull the gun up, so this was a good place to let it down. I started letting the 300 wby go down and it gets held up on a branch, so I kind of pulled up and down to weave it through.
That's when the line goes limp not shortly after I here my gun hit the ground WHAT THE HELL!! this is getting stupid. No big deal, I'll just go back down to the pickup get my spare gun, a radio, my daypack. Not so light this time
I get down to the rig and my Dad says Well? I tell him I don't know but I need a new gun. He looks at me puzzled and asks WHY? ---YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW! It is like the 3 stooges gone hunting. Dad offers his gun to me, but I tell him that if for some reason that bull comes down, I want him to be able to shoot it.
I get my 30-06 out and start looking for the ammo. This is the part in the story where my wife say's " I asked you if you needed that box of shells out of the excursion" (from our trip to E. wash hunting with our Daughter.) and I had told her No I didn't because I had plenty more---IN THE TRAILER I rounded up 2 shells. I told my Dad, that should be plenty because I would never get more than one shot anyway as brushy as it was, even if I did get the chance.
So I head up the hill. Its a lot steeper than it looked. It takes me about 20 mins to get up the hill to where I think he will be--- DEAD I hope. Well I find the bed where he had been. He had been there for what looked like a week. It stunk like a barnyard.

[coop2424]

This is just getting better and better please finish.  I can not stop laughing while I picture this in my head.   

[turkey slayer]

come on I have a lot to do today

[boneaddict]

So far so good!

[workstohunt]

Well I couldn't see anything from where the Bull had been bedded, so I walked up the hill to where I thought I had got the shot. YES-- I found the tree and the tracks where he took off on a dead run. I search the area in the snow. NOTHING---NOTHING-- I find 2 neck hairs but knew I had yellow hair when I pulled the trigger. I radio my Dad and tell him I missed, no blood, no hair, nothing. My glimmer of hope had just died. I had blown my chance at a bull that anyone would love to get. I figured I might as well get on the tracks and see if I could track him down and maybe stick a hole in him. I followed the tracks sidehill for about 80 yds when I here the bull take off on a dead run down the hill. I get on the radio and tell my Dad to be ready because he is coming down. ( we had discussed earlier when thinking about trying a drive from above that this bull would probably not cross a road as he didn't get big by crossing roads he would most likely turn left and head into the thick cover ) Instead of following the sound I stayed on the tracks so not to loose him. Next I come across where he had bedded? WHAT! This seems strange. I stayed on the tracks going down the hill and then turning left going sidehill into the thick brush. BUT as I followed the tracks I find a small pin head size drop of blood At least it was blood. I went another 50 yds before I found another drop about the size of a dime. Good red blood. But not much. I had a million things going through my head. I could see that he was dragging the left hind leg in the snow, but not much blood so it must have hit the lower leg. I then get the brilliant idea that I need to push him harder--you know to break the leg and the jagged bone cut the artery. HEY it sounded good.
I kept tracking and finding a bit more blood, I was feeling a little better than earlier, when all the sudden I can smell him, he is close, but I can't see him. He leads me back through my tracks and back and forth till I loose the track in the maze of tracks. I have to get the GPS out and go back to find where I had been as this had gone on for a couple hundred yds. He had ditched me by going between a brushy fir tree and stump, but now I was back on him and he was headed up the hill. He went right back to his original bed and bedded down. ?? I didn't know what to think. I found where he snuck out up the hill. I followed the tracks for another 50 yds when all the sudden the bull takes off right below me I needed to get a hole in him. BOOM--BOOM And that's when I remembered -- YOU ONLY HAD TWO SHELLS the bull stops and looks at me at 20 yds
I get on the radio and tell my Dad--You are not going to believe this--I'm standing here looking at this bull at 20 yds and I am out of ammo.  do I hit him over the head with my gun or get my knife out and stick him???I guess I will come down and get my other gun AND SOME MORE AMMO!!!! I marked the spot on the GPS headed up the hill over and back down to the rig to regroup. I told my Dad this has got to be the stupidest hunt ever. No one will ever believe it.

[Ridgerunner]

unbelievable. hurry and finish up please.

[STIKNSTRINGBOW]

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[Dr. Death]

Your killing us!

[HUNT]

Now this is really getting good!  Way to go using nontraditional tactics!   

[boneaddict]

If you don't get this elk you'll have nightmares for forever.  

[coop2424]

I can't imagine being your dad in this position sitting at the truck listening to you and watching you do all this...  He has to be shaking is head in disbelieve. 

[Dr. Death]

There is obviously no work anywhere getting done by all the commenst that keep popping up

Take this gun next time, it'll save you some time!  

 

[CoryTDF]

Um...... hello rest of the story please?