They left the bottom of the canyon and were halfway up the other side of the canyon before I made it halfway down. The must have made a pitstop to grab some water before walking up the other cliff. It's too bad I'm not a little quicker. They weren't all that far from the truck at the bottom...
Cliff hiking is not fun.
I missed a decent ram a little while ago. They ran to the bottom of the canyon and I didn't see them come out yet. I'm gonna give em a few more minutes then I'll drop in after them. Hopefully I don't get cliffed out.
Yep... Moving rocks. That's what you look for when barbary hunting. They're extremely difficult to spot at first. Took me 20 minutes to relocate the herd I saw this morning.
Reports and a few of my contacts say the unlimited tag 365 day season is crushing the barbary population. I think that's a good thing considering this should be prime dessert bighorn country.
That said, there's still a few out here and likely will be forever. I saw a dozen or so ewes, babies...
One of the projects I've been working on is a DIY re-barrel of my old 257 wby. It's been a good rifle, but the barrel was toasted.
Since I already have all the tools for Savage barrel swap, I decided to go with a Howage barrel nut and a 1:7 twist to take advantage of a few new bullets...
Day 3
We wanted to see if we could relocate the bull Alan hit the first day, so we headed that direction well before sunrise. The hope was to find the herd, get in close, watch them and maybe see if we could confirm whether or not Alan's bull was ok. It was relatively windy, and we didn't hear...
Day 2
The plan for day 2 was to look for the wounded bull, and make a determination if Alan would punch his tag or keep hunting.
(Alan didn't shoot at the bull I killed because he wasn't sure about the bull he hit. I know some guys punch their tag if they draw blood, and that it's the law to...
We spent the rest of daylight breaking down the bull and only packed out one load that night. It was plenty cold to have him hang over night. We'd get the rest of the meat the next day after looking for Alan's bull. Luckily, we didn't have too rough of a pack out… There was a road 240 yards...
Day 1
After a poor night of sleep, we were up and ready to go far earlier than we needed to be. The tent was thick with excitement. I savoured the warmth of my morning coffee and crushed a packet of ramen. The herd quit bugling around 3am, but we assumed they hadn’t traveled too far.
The wind...
Now to the hunt….
After a quick turn and burn from the Oregon hunt, and a quick breakfast with the kiddos, I was on the road again.
This time it was only a few hours vs. the 24hrs to Oregon. I’d have a day and a half to scout before opening day. The plan was to get to the end of a long...
Looking back on the path which led me to where I am today. Starting my elk hunting experience in this great state back in 2014 was truly a blessing that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully comprehend, but, nonetheless, I’m extremely grateful for somehow ending up in New Mexico. The fair...
My wife gave me a firm NO on this spot. It's literally the only remaining wall space "large" enough to fit an elk head. Guess I'll have to do some reorganizing, or take down her ridiculously large windmill piece that serves no purpose nor has any sentimental value... Maybe she won't notice. 😬
Finally home, spending some long overdue time with the family and getting things cleaned up.
Dan should be getting home soon as well. We had a rough go at it at the end of his hunt, but we had a ton of fun and learned a lot.
We'll get the stories posted as soon as possible.