Gulf of America
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Alright I said I'd do it. Make Offseason Hunttalk Great Again.
I'm not 100% sure this was three years ago as I don't have any photos.
Somewhere in that ballpark though, so we'll stick to it. Opening day of general rifle season, Montana. My best friend from growing up came to Helena to join me trying out an archery spot I'd had a lot of encounters at that fall, so we were cautiously optimistic even though we're bad elk hunters. As the sun rose on a cold, windy, lightly snowing morning, the mountains erupted with the colors of fall. Mostly orange. Every saddle, every direction, orange. We heard a couple distant gunshots, apparently a guy shot a cow a few hundred yards below us, and we saw a lone calf but that was it.
We were young. Much younger than we are now. By approximately three years. I'm not proud of it, but we had a little bloodlust by the time we got back to the truck. We decided to hightail it over to his in-laws ranch in Cascade in time to catch the does coming out at dusk. On the way, anticipation was building - what if we drove all this way and the deer don't play ball??
But they did. We pulled onto the property about an hour before the end of shooting light and immediately picked out some does feeding in the field. We quietly stepped out of the truck about 500 yards from the deer and immediately a gust of wind hit our backs. The does heads shot up. This might be harder than we thought.
But this is a private land doe hunt.
So we got back in the truck and drove about 250 yards closer and out of the direct path of the wind. We got out, crawled to the edge of an irrigation berm where we had a perfect prone rest, and we both shot does.
Like I said, I don't have any pictures. But here is a whitetail doe from Google. They both looked alot like that (minus all the evergreens in the background) and I would assume tasted about the same as well. Very yummy, 10/10 would recommend.
I'm not 100% sure this was three years ago as I don't have any photos.
Somewhere in that ballpark though, so we'll stick to it. Opening day of general rifle season, Montana. My best friend from growing up came to Helena to join me trying out an archery spot I'd had a lot of encounters at that fall, so we were cautiously optimistic even though we're bad elk hunters. As the sun rose on a cold, windy, lightly snowing morning, the mountains erupted with the colors of fall. Mostly orange. Every saddle, every direction, orange. We heard a couple distant gunshots, apparently a guy shot a cow a few hundred yards below us, and we saw a lone calf but that was it.
We were young. Much younger than we are now. By approximately three years. I'm not proud of it, but we had a little bloodlust by the time we got back to the truck. We decided to hightail it over to his in-laws ranch in Cascade in time to catch the does coming out at dusk. On the way, anticipation was building - what if we drove all this way and the deer don't play ball??
But they did. We pulled onto the property about an hour before the end of shooting light and immediately picked out some does feeding in the field. We quietly stepped out of the truck about 500 yards from the deer and immediately a gust of wind hit our backs. The does heads shot up. This might be harder than we thought.
But this is a private land doe hunt.
So we got back in the truck and drove about 250 yards closer and out of the direct path of the wind. We got out, crawled to the edge of an irrigation berm where we had a perfect prone rest, and we both shot does.
Like I said, I don't have any pictures. But here is a whitetail doe from Google. They both looked alot like that (minus all the evergreens in the background) and I would assume tasted about the same as well. Very yummy, 10/10 would recommend.
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