perma
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I’m a sheep hunter. At least that’s what I tell myself. I grew up in CO where the sheep was the logo for CPW and still is today. I played Rocky Mountain Trophy Hunter with my brother (when he’d let me) until late in the evening. I have a fascination with them.
On the way up, I saw the resident herd in their winter grounds. Over 20 ewes and lambs just grazing next to the big river here. I’ve watched this herd for 10 years. As I drove by them, I just got discouraged and told myself, “you idiot, you barely have 1 point”. I figure by the time I draw, it will be my first and last sheep hunt. Elk are my favorite animal to hunt, but I am a sheep hunter.
Preseason scouting was a complete disaster. Only got 4 hours of sleep. My stove ate through wood and didn’t slow burn. I woke up 3 times and ran out of wood by 3 AM. Dad and I got fed up and slept in his truck. We had a very late morning where we didn’t communicate well.
We ended driving a forest service road that was so bad I had to guide him back to town just to get out of that mess. Only scratch was on the rim and a broken thumb mail from folding my little camp stove.
The good news: elk are here. They managed to migrate over from the first snow and windstorm. The fresh dusting of snow revealed they’re a mile away from camp. Weather is supposed to be hot for the rest of the season so (I think) they’re staying in the same mountain range we are. The plan is to get as high up and glass. Dad would rather bushwhack, so I told him to do that on the other side while looking for his snagged toothed muley.
Tomorrow is the day. Dad says he’s gonna shoot the first deer he sees. I, however, will take all season to find at least a five point bull.
On the way up, I saw the resident herd in their winter grounds. Over 20 ewes and lambs just grazing next to the big river here. I’ve watched this herd for 10 years. As I drove by them, I just got discouraged and told myself, “you idiot, you barely have 1 point”. I figure by the time I draw, it will be my first and last sheep hunt. Elk are my favorite animal to hunt, but I am a sheep hunter.
Preseason scouting was a complete disaster. Only got 4 hours of sleep. My stove ate through wood and didn’t slow burn. I woke up 3 times and ran out of wood by 3 AM. Dad and I got fed up and slept in his truck. We had a very late morning where we didn’t communicate well.
We ended driving a forest service road that was so bad I had to guide him back to town just to get out of that mess. Only scratch was on the rim and a broken thumb mail from folding my little camp stove.
The good news: elk are here. They managed to migrate over from the first snow and windstorm. The fresh dusting of snow revealed they’re a mile away from camp. Weather is supposed to be hot for the rest of the season so (I think) they’re staying in the same mountain range we are. The plan is to get as high up and glass. Dad would rather bushwhack, so I told him to do that on the other side while looking for his snagged toothed muley.
Tomorrow is the day. Dad says he’s gonna shoot the first deer he sees. I, however, will take all season to find at least a five point bull.