Evilsports
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- Jan 13, 2012
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Was set up on the correct shooting lane down into the valley this morning. Had 4 cows and two calves walk though a 15 foot opening at 430 yards but the only shots would have been a broadside calf with a cow behind it, or a straight on cow. Passed on both shots.
The old guy that drops into the valley with me every day is a guru. Three out of three mornings he's put me into a position where the only variables were me and the elk. Yesterday and today the old guy made a call that felt low odds to me, and both times he was 100% right and I would have been 100% wrong. I feel like my time is coming if I keep seeing animals the way we have been.
Its odd, sometimes I kinda feel like I have to pay my dues psychologically before I can harvest an animal. I didn't do any of the scouting for this hunt aside from one weekend. They're putting me up and feeding me, taking me out every day. (Just flat out beautiful folks). In the back of my head I think I feel like I kind of have to "earn" an animal, if that makes any sense. I could have pulled the trigger on a calf an hour into opening morning but it seems like that would have felt a little dirty or ungrateful or something.
Now that my calves and ankles are sore from walking uphill, I might finally be getting close to feeling worthy of taking a shot.
The old guy also has an uncanny ability to sense when my flatland *** is getting wore out on a hike up the valley side, and he'll just stop walking, look out over the valley, and tell me another quick story about a hunt he and his brother were on 50 years ago.
The old guy that drops into the valley with me every day is a guru. Three out of three mornings he's put me into a position where the only variables were me and the elk. Yesterday and today the old guy made a call that felt low odds to me, and both times he was 100% right and I would have been 100% wrong. I feel like my time is coming if I keep seeing animals the way we have been.
Its odd, sometimes I kinda feel like I have to pay my dues psychologically before I can harvest an animal. I didn't do any of the scouting for this hunt aside from one weekend. They're putting me up and feeding me, taking me out every day. (Just flat out beautiful folks). In the back of my head I think I feel like I kind of have to "earn" an animal, if that makes any sense. I could have pulled the trigger on a calf an hour into opening morning but it seems like that would have felt a little dirty or ungrateful or something.
Now that my calves and ankles are sore from walking uphill, I might finally be getting close to feeling worthy of taking a shot.
The old guy also has an uncanny ability to sense when my flatland *** is getting wore out on a hike up the valley side, and he'll just stop walking, look out over the valley, and tell me another quick story about a hunt he and his brother were on 50 years ago.