YAY! STORY TIME!!!

          It all started out some time in late September. Me and a huntin’ buddy of mine decided to hunt the canyon of what we call Mount *****.  A few days before we spotted three of the biggest dang bucks that I have ever seen, so we decided to go back and see if we couldn’t get a shot at one of the trophies. As we started down the canyon everything was looking good. We made our way down until the canyon opened up to the flat. On the left side of the canyon was solid brush and fallen timber. On the right side was sagebrush as far as the eye can see. Me and Brian decided that we would take a sit and just look the land over a bit. The longer we sat there and watched the more deer came to view. On the right side we watch 15-20 deer graze the horizon. We could see some smaller bucks in the herd but no trophies. Brian mentioned that I should circle the left side and he would cut straight down, this way what ever is in the thick trees will brush to me. But after debating what to do we decided to put the stalk on the smaller bucks and see what would happen. Slowly and quietly we made our way to the small bucks. All of a sudden there was a loud crash to the left of us. We look and Brian quickly turned his camera on and there 60 yards in front of us 2- 36”+ buck topped the ridge. Shaken and taken by surprise we sat there in disbelief. Making sure we had the monsters on tape we headed back to the truck. On the way back we jumped a 3X3, and then following that a 2X2 and again another smaller buck. Finally we made it back to the house we watched the video thousands of time regretting the route we took. If only we would have circled around like we were going to, the monsters hopefully would have run right in front of me. But that wasn’t the last time we seen the monsters. Days later we were checking the trail camera and a saw one of the monsters top the horizon. Quickly I ran after it trying to catch a glimpse of it on the other side.  When I finally made it to the top there on the other side was NOTHING but sagebrush. ABSOLUTLY NOTHING, that buck was no where to be found. It’s almost like he got up and flew away. And that was the last I ever saw of the trophy Muleys in Idaho.

It was early Sunday morning. Me, Dad, Curtis, Rowdy headed up Indian Creek in search of an elk. It was still dark out side as the frost froze our feet. We all spilt up and headed out in different direction in search of an elk. Just five minuets out of the pickup and the sound of bull elk were all ready bugling at us. The bugling of the bull made our blood rise. The farther I and my dad walked the closer the bugling got to us. Before long the loud squeals of the bulls were no more than 75 yard over the next rise. It was about that time we slowed down into our “stalking gear.” Quietly and slowly we crept our way towards the small herd. Finally after what seemed like hours we were about 60 yards from about 5 bulls. I stayed put while dad makes the stalk to try getting into range with his long bow. Patiently I waited on the small hillside watching dad waiting to fling that arrow. We didn’t have much cover where we were sitting, so the only time dad could stalk was when the bulls would rattle their horns with one another. The five bulls kept going in and out of sight as dad made it about 50 yards where he sat and waited for a clear shot. Quietly as I could I concentrated hard on my father. Finally he flung an arrow and the bulls took off. Sadly he anticipated the distance to be a little farther than he though and shot over his (5X5) back. But there is one lesson I learned from that great hunt. “It’s not whether you come home with a set of horns, it matters who has the best story when you get back to the truck.”(KC)

It was the middle of september and me and my brother and dad decided to go on a little deer hunt. We decided to just go on the road and see what we could see. It was about the 15th of September of the archery hunt. I had no idea what we would see. As we headed up the road we spotted some deer off the side of the road. So quickley i jumped out and knocked an arrow. As I was walking through the dense tress I spotted some horns waling away from me. The closer I got the faster my heart pounded. Finally I got about 40 yards from the "different**" 2 point who was standing broad side to me. I pulled back my Fred BEar recurve and let a arrow fly. That was my first shot at a real deer. Eventhough I shot over his back I had a great time shooting my first arrow and a deer that season!

**That two point deer was quite interesting. On a regular two point the antlers are usually some what the same height. But on this crazy boy his right two points were about 5 inches taller that the left two points. One other thing,about 3 weeks later and a half of a mile i caught this same deer on my trail camera!