I meet up with dad and fill him in on the plan. All harsh feelings are forgiven.
We’ll sneak over a hill, creep up a ravine, pop over one final hilltop near the top of the bowl, and we should be in range according to OnX.
Everything goes exactly as planned, and we find ourselves just 150...
Day 2, Sunday, the last day of season. Dad and I hiked in 2 miles to a glassing point. We headed Northeast up a finger ridge that started out in a sage flat and rose up to meet the mountain we were glassing. We stashed frame packs halfway in from the parking lot, to make our lives easier should...
I always kept my gear in the trunk of my car, thankfully nobody ever broke in or stole the thing. One time my front driver side wheel got stolen overnight, but the good stuff was still safe in the trunk.
I spent a night drinking with friends, called it a night “early” and laid my head down for...
Mid day, day 1 was spent riding out a sudden rainstorm and turning absolutely green with envy when another hunter came driving out of the high country with a heavy 160”-170”4x4 buck riding in the back of his truck.
Our evening plan was to hunt a series of small ravines uphill from the same hay...
After that day in the rain, dad and I had work/family commitments that prevented us from hunting for the rest of the week. We would have the last weekend to get it done.
Friday night we pulled in to a campsite near an area we have hunted in years past, but far away from where we had hunted the...
Thinking the day is over I fire my gun and we hop in the car heading for home. But wait! There’s more!
On the way out, right at the edge of public we spot a herd of deer with a BIG forkhorn in it. I ask dad if he wants to try again? No, he says he’s had his shot for today.
What the heck, I’ll...
After the nap the rain subsides and we are feeling refreshed! We decide to climb the mountain we hunted in the morning and hunt the basin on the backside. We cross over and find some glassing points, searching for deer as we move. We find an abandoned car, a common find when I’m out hunting. I...
Not sure if this eases your mind, but hopefully they were just looking for a warm place to sleep?
Maybe that’s just me assuming the best in people when I shouldn’t.
Either way it’s good your dogs scared them off! Glad everyone is safe
As I walk up the ridge and start to side hill about 1/3 of the way from the top of the peak, the wind continues to swirl unpredictably.
I can only see about 50 yards at this point because the fog has rolled in thick and I’m thinking how unlikely I am to see a deer. Surely they’ll smell or hear...
Opening day finally arrives, and the weather is about as bad as it could be for muzzleloader hunting. Heavy rain, fog, cold and wind. But dad and I head out anyway. We drive up a “private” road towards my work buddy’s house. The road swings through some forest service land and in a nearby...
Yes, I am aware that there were other options. And I know there were better ways of doing what I tried to do, but equal parts stupidity and stubbornness had me struggling.
Finally I broke down and started researching other sight options. I found the Williams western precision sight and...
After all this, I take the gun out to sight in and wouldn’t you know… it’s shooting 2 feet high.
I adjust the sights.
Still high.
I max out the adjustment.
Still way too high.
Damn.
Now I’m wondering if I should:
A. Go lay down in traffic and end my mystery.
B. Try to fix the sights again...
Another storyline worth mentioning is the struggle I had with my muzzleloader sights. This is a multi year saga but I feel like it finally came to a conclusion this year as part of my hunts, so hang in there.
I have a tradition’s pursuit in .50 cal, and it comes with fiber optic sights...