Nameless Range
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This year all my hunts were within 30 minutes of my front door, and all occurred during rifle season.
Most of the first week of rifle season was spent in Hunting Camp. Funny, because though we were in camp, I could've driven home in 20 minutes. I love the rhythm of hunting camp. Exert the hell out of yourself, get back to camp and drink and bullshit with great friends, get to bed by 9, and repeat. It is how life should be lived.
I hunted good country. Some old, some new, some mine waste, some beautiful. I took pictures of trees and sunrises, as unsuccessful hunters often do.
My dog was sad everytime I walked out the door. My wife said this is what she does when you are gone.
I came across a spike bull someone had shot, discovered it did not have browtines, and left to rot. You could see the story play out in the snow. Bummer.
I hunted a fair amount with my 7 year old.He is the most enthusiastic human I have ever met, and I cannot wait for him to be old enough.
Myself and a buddy dug some kids from Bozeman out of the snow. They were at 8,000 feet with tennis shoes and no coats, had no idea where they were, and were cold. It was good Karma from the Hunting Gods.
The next week I found a bull. Killed him at 70 yards in the timber. My hunting partner killed a cow two days later.
I have held a hunting license every year since I was 12 - so 25 years. This is the first year in my life I did not fill my deer A tag. Just a serious lack of bucks over 2.5 years old here. As tough of hunting conditions as I can remember too.
I am beyond grateful for it all. Dang lucky.
Most of the first week of rifle season was spent in Hunting Camp. Funny, because though we were in camp, I could've driven home in 20 minutes. I love the rhythm of hunting camp. Exert the hell out of yourself, get back to camp and drink and bullshit with great friends, get to bed by 9, and repeat. It is how life should be lived.
I hunted good country. Some old, some new, some mine waste, some beautiful. I took pictures of trees and sunrises, as unsuccessful hunters often do.
My dog was sad everytime I walked out the door. My wife said this is what she does when you are gone.
I came across a spike bull someone had shot, discovered it did not have browtines, and left to rot. You could see the story play out in the snow. Bummer.
I hunted a fair amount with my 7 year old.He is the most enthusiastic human I have ever met, and I cannot wait for him to be old enough.
Myself and a buddy dug some kids from Bozeman out of the snow. They were at 8,000 feet with tennis shoes and no coats, had no idea where they were, and were cold. It was good Karma from the Hunting Gods.
The next week I found a bull. Killed him at 70 yards in the timber. My hunting partner killed a cow two days later.
I have held a hunting license every year since I was 12 - so 25 years. This is the first year in my life I did not fill my deer A tag. Just a serious lack of bucks over 2.5 years old here. As tough of hunting conditions as I can remember too.
I am beyond grateful for it all. Dang lucky.
) . Congrats on a fun season!
