I'll add my own 2 cents and say that I would write a rave review for the Leatherman Wave.
After I swore off so much as holding a knife for at least a month after my bison hunt, I laughed at the irony of @BeartoothFront providing me with his Leatherman Wave (technically not a knife!) to help...
If you can stomach the price difference, 12x42 NLs will really blow your hair back. The ELs are great, but they don't touch the field of view and clarity of the NLs.
Thank you! I was hoping for a mature bull, and feel like he's a fairly representative bull. Not broomed or really chipped up in old age, but seemingly the oldest of his group- at least the largest in stature. I'll be anxiously waiting his tooth-age data from Matson's Lab, and will be sure to...
Thank you all for the kind words- I was very fortunate to get some great tips from several of you throughout the summer, and it certainly played a part in this hunt and the success we found. I hope to return the favor and am looking forward to the next member who draws a bison hunt in this...
I think we had 2 or 3 left over- we could have filled them more, but Coby asked for more bags with less weight so we could balance out the mules' loads evenly without having to remove meat from one bag, and put it in another.
We reach the truck and head to our 10 mile knoll camp for one last stop. With the fastest camp breakdown in history, I've got a big plate of Mexican food on my mind, and Fruita, Colorado is calling!
My Dad meets us there, having stopped to pick up dry ice for the meat. We all share a few...
Coby is coming to get the meat, but will be coming in from the south trail, as it is a much shorter drive with his trailer. I don't blame him, but hope that I can convince my dad to take my truck the several hours around to meet him the next day. It's a conversation to be had at camp, not via...
With a packer confirmed, we set out to get the bull cooled off as fast as we can. I opt to gut him, now that we have a pretty optimal body position, to get the innards cooling faster. This takes far longer than it should, but with as big as his grassbag is, it was like pulling a square bale of...
I'm ecstatic, but my celebration is very reserved. My thoughts are "what have we done?".
Perhaps my ambition has gotten the best of me.
It's 2pm.
We're 7.5 miles from the truck.
16 miles from camp via stock trail.
12 miles from the south trailhead.
If you made the roadless area into a target...
He's working up the far side now, hooves on rock. Man I don't want him to get above the cliff. I set the hammer, and am standing. Huge target to hit, but I'm hoping to put him down quick. The shot breaks clean and it felt good. The bison doesn't so much as react, neither do his compadres. Did I...
After surprising us by spooking for several miles earlier in the day, now 4 hours ago, they gave me my second surprise: they lined out and started clobbering up the sandstone cliffs. What in the world! Sounding like the horse drawn tourist carriages on the cobblestone of a European city center...
To the right and back across the creek, the canyon rose sharply and was fairly open due to the burn that had swept through. Isaac had the idea to work up that side, as the sun, off to the south of us, would be right in their eyes if they were trying to look at us. I slid backward back into the...
We worked back to the dry wash, and started up it. I walked the edge of it, looking down and ahead in case the bulls had bedded in the cool shade of the north facing side. About a half mile up, the dry wash now had water running in it. Looking at the map, the wash was maybe a couple miles deep...
The biggest bull, at least on initial inspection, was hanging with a cow and a calf, which didn't help in judging him, as he looked pretty hulking standing near them. He was sniffing a little, then decided now was as good as ever for a dust bath. With only his flailing legs for us to see, I...
We continued around the corner, and the tracks worked down into a dry wash with sand and smooth river rocks. The tracks paralleled the dry streambed, so we did too. I thought I caught a whiff of them, but wasn't sure. I turned to Isaac and asked what his thoughts were for getting up out of the...
We rounded the next corner- my attention fixated on the tracks in the dust in front of us, doubt creeping in. Had they really scaled one of the canyon walls and looped back on us?
Isaac grabbed me- there they were! Ahead in the canyon some 600 yards I could see them lined out, walking casually...
Prior to the hunt, I had mapped out approximate routes and camp sites that felt they were appropriate for moving through the roadless each day. They started at the south trailhead, and worked north, generally stopping near an intersection of two longer canyons. My thought was that I could share...
We crossed the stream several times at beaver dams, and looped up a few hundred feet onto the side of the canyon to get around a particularly deep section- one where we couldn't see the bottom below the cut bank in the otherwise crystal clear, icy water.
Working up canyon, the adrenaline from...