JoseCuervo
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It is interesting how different people see the same experience, and come up with two different version of the events. I thought I would post a bit about my Elk hunting trip yesterday, with the Boss, AKA Moosie. And then I found his version, already posted under another thread... See if you can spot the differences....
Moosie's version:
<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR> Was up with elkgunner and we saw a Spike (Trophy spike to boot ) and a nice 4x and a 6 point(ish). Was only around 310 so we let it go
Well.. Not just ANY spike is a trophy spike. It takes quite a spike to be one.... We sat and Debated long and hard whether we should shoot it. ElkGunner kept nudging me saying "It is a big one." but his Signature hear reads "Friends don't let friends shoot spikes" So I didn't know what to do ?!?!
But I ended up not shooting it. It was at least 12" on one side and around 11 5/8 on the other. The spread was close to 13, I'm estimating around 12 6/8" min.
Anyways, we were only 3 hours in on foot from the truck up about 1,800 ft rise rith a 2,700 drop after that and with a Elk might have pushed the 6-7 hour mark, So it would have been an Easy hike for sure. At any rate, we talked and discussed it "LONG & HARD" but by the time we decided to shoot it the Elusive critter gave us the Slip...
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Now besides the obvious differences in Spelling accuracy.... Here is the 'Gunner's version of the events.
<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>We got a late start on Saturday afternoon, as the 'Gunner was finishing up Opening Day of Phesant season.
I was pretty much ready, and had my stuff neatly organized, and quickly loaded the gear into Moosie's 27' Portable Pleasure Palace to haul up to his RV park for the season.
Just as I was about to lock my pick-up and climb into Moosie's rig, I thought I should check my pick-up one more time, and noticed that my Gun and Boots were yet to be transferred. OOOOPS......
So, we pulled out onto the open road, looking for adventure, and whatever comes our way.....
And so began 2 hours of Moosie telling lies, and me calling Bullshit on him..... Yeppers, he tried to tell me the Cow caribou he killed in Alaska was the LEAD cow!
About an hour into it, as were driving along an un-named river, we saw a Cow Elk in the middle, and another one up on the bank. Moosie locks here up, and slides the Dodge and the travel trailer into a pull out, so we can jump out and take pictures.
A 200 yard run in the barrow pit (you have to be Idahoan to know what a barrow pit is), and the Gunner rolls his ankle, probably the worst sprain anybody has ever survived. Playing thru pain, we sneak across the road, to take pictures of the Cow. Yeppers, by looking at her, she was definitely a Trophy Lead Cow. I don't know if Moosie has the pictures ready to post, but she was definitely a wall hanger...
Back in the rig, we made it to the gas station, and filled up with Diesel, and proceeded to by groceries for a hunting day with Moosie. Doritos (Spicer Nach)...Pringles (Outrageous Ranch)....Chex Party Mix (Cheddar) and mixed Quaker Granola Bars (including Cookies & Cream and 'Smores)...and a 12 pack of Coke.
The rest of the drive was fairly un-eventful, although the pain and swelling in the Gunner's leg would have brought a lesser man to tears.... We did have to stop for a flock of Mule Deer Does to cross the road. They just kept coming....2....4....7....9 of them...
We stopped by the place to park the trailer, and kind of got it set up, and then headed to the local dining establishment. Keep in mind, the RV has a stove, oven, and micro-wave, and Moosie had all day for grocery shopping, but nooooooooo we had to buy groceries at the Chevron station and then head to the Cafe for dinner. If you get a chance to buy Moosie's RV, rest assured that the cooking appliances will be brand new, unless Mrs. Moosie is using them...
As we walked into the cafe, it was just like a scene from Cheers, where the owner/cook hollars "Oscar, how are you...?" Not to say that he is a regular there, but let's just say he knows his way around that menu...
The first thing that Moosie orders at the cafe is a Chocolate Milk Shake, and these are the old fashioned kind, in the stainless steel Hamilton-Beach mixer, where they put a 1/2 gallon of ice cream in, and stir with a 1hp motor. They then scoop 16oz of milk shake out into a cup, and leave an equal amount in the steel cup at the table, to refill. My stomach started turning just looking at that much ice cream....
After a relatively uneventful dinner... we head back to the Trailer, to look at a map (none was brought by Mooise, and just the DeLorme Gazette Atlas was brought by the Gunner). Not much progress with the map reading, so it was time for a beer. Actually, it was way past time for a beer....
We then found Warren, Jason, and Co. and went back to the cafe, and sat and joined them while they waited for dinner. When the waitress came by to see if we would be ordering (we just left 20 minutes earlier), Moosie orders ANOTHER chocolate shake.
So, we were caught up with current events, where the deer were, where the Elk were, etc.. etc... We did have the opportunity to see a 5x4.5 Elk rack that Jason had whacked, and we all agreed that it would make a nice Mule Deer. Moosie needs to get pictures of that rack, including the Brow tines, as they were darn funny. Let's just say that a prescription of Viagra would have done that bull well.
After the second shake, we then headed BACK to the RV, one more time, and had some more bs'ing with Warren, and then about 11:30 we decided to unload Motorcycles from Moosie's truck, so Warren could load them into his, and haul them back from where we hauled them, just 2 hours earlier. I have to tell you, I am incredibly impressed that one person can drink two of those Milkshakes. That is a feat to behold.
So, Midnight we finally decide to call it quits, and I set the alarm for 5.30am. Not a bad night's sleep, after I finally convinced Moosie that he would be ok sleeping by himself in the bed at the OTHER end of the trailer.
5:30 came quickly, and we got our stuff together, and luckily, the Gunner had the foresight to bring 8 pieces of bread, a 1/2 jar of Peanut Butter, and a nearly empty bottle of sugary honey. Two sandwiches per person, one for breakfast, and one for the pack. A few granola bars, and off we went.
Now this is where the stories probably diverge, as we then proceeded to spend the next 11 hours driving around in the Dodge, listening to CDs of Emniem, Snoop Dogg, and Pink while road hunting. I now know every word to Pink's "Let's Get the Party Started"....
And Elk, sure, we saw some, as Moosie said we saw a 6x6, of course he was in a pick-up headed down the higway. The raghorn 4 was strapped onto the rack of an ATV, and the Spike was hanging in a shed next to a cabin.
The only time we got out of the rig was to grab another beer out of the Cooler, or drain the previous beer...
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So, there you have it.... two different versions of the same story...
Moosie's version:
<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR> Was up with elkgunner and we saw a Spike (Trophy spike to boot ) and a nice 4x and a 6 point(ish). Was only around 310 so we let it go
Well.. Not just ANY spike is a trophy spike. It takes quite a spike to be one.... We sat and Debated long and hard whether we should shoot it. ElkGunner kept nudging me saying "It is a big one." but his Signature hear reads "Friends don't let friends shoot spikes" So I didn't know what to do ?!?!
But I ended up not shooting it. It was at least 12" on one side and around 11 5/8 on the other. The spread was close to 13, I'm estimating around 12 6/8" min.
Anyways, we were only 3 hours in on foot from the truck up about 1,800 ft rise rith a 2,700 drop after that and with a Elk might have pushed the 6-7 hour mark, So it would have been an Easy hike for sure. At any rate, we talked and discussed it "LONG & HARD" but by the time we decided to shoot it the Elusive critter gave us the Slip...
<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Now besides the obvious differences in Spelling accuracy.... Here is the 'Gunner's version of the events.
<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>We got a late start on Saturday afternoon, as the 'Gunner was finishing up Opening Day of Phesant season.
I was pretty much ready, and had my stuff neatly organized, and quickly loaded the gear into Moosie's 27' Portable Pleasure Palace to haul up to his RV park for the season.
Just as I was about to lock my pick-up and climb into Moosie's rig, I thought I should check my pick-up one more time, and noticed that my Gun and Boots were yet to be transferred. OOOOPS......
So, we pulled out onto the open road, looking for adventure, and whatever comes our way.....
And so began 2 hours of Moosie telling lies, and me calling Bullshit on him..... Yeppers, he tried to tell me the Cow caribou he killed in Alaska was the LEAD cow!
About an hour into it, as were driving along an un-named river, we saw a Cow Elk in the middle, and another one up on the bank. Moosie locks here up, and slides the Dodge and the travel trailer into a pull out, so we can jump out and take pictures.
A 200 yard run in the barrow pit (you have to be Idahoan to know what a barrow pit is), and the Gunner rolls his ankle, probably the worst sprain anybody has ever survived. Playing thru pain, we sneak across the road, to take pictures of the Cow. Yeppers, by looking at her, she was definitely a Trophy Lead Cow. I don't know if Moosie has the pictures ready to post, but she was definitely a wall hanger...
Back in the rig, we made it to the gas station, and filled up with Diesel, and proceeded to by groceries for a hunting day with Moosie. Doritos (Spicer Nach)...Pringles (Outrageous Ranch)....Chex Party Mix (Cheddar) and mixed Quaker Granola Bars (including Cookies & Cream and 'Smores)...and a 12 pack of Coke.
The rest of the drive was fairly un-eventful, although the pain and swelling in the Gunner's leg would have brought a lesser man to tears.... We did have to stop for a flock of Mule Deer Does to cross the road. They just kept coming....2....4....7....9 of them...
We stopped by the place to park the trailer, and kind of got it set up, and then headed to the local dining establishment. Keep in mind, the RV has a stove, oven, and micro-wave, and Moosie had all day for grocery shopping, but nooooooooo we had to buy groceries at the Chevron station and then head to the Cafe for dinner. If you get a chance to buy Moosie's RV, rest assured that the cooking appliances will be brand new, unless Mrs. Moosie is using them...
As we walked into the cafe, it was just like a scene from Cheers, where the owner/cook hollars "Oscar, how are you...?" Not to say that he is a regular there, but let's just say he knows his way around that menu...
The first thing that Moosie orders at the cafe is a Chocolate Milk Shake, and these are the old fashioned kind, in the stainless steel Hamilton-Beach mixer, where they put a 1/2 gallon of ice cream in, and stir with a 1hp motor. They then scoop 16oz of milk shake out into a cup, and leave an equal amount in the steel cup at the table, to refill. My stomach started turning just looking at that much ice cream....
After a relatively uneventful dinner... we head back to the Trailer, to look at a map (none was brought by Mooise, and just the DeLorme Gazette Atlas was brought by the Gunner). Not much progress with the map reading, so it was time for a beer. Actually, it was way past time for a beer....
We then found Warren, Jason, and Co. and went back to the cafe, and sat and joined them while they waited for dinner. When the waitress came by to see if we would be ordering (we just left 20 minutes earlier), Moosie orders ANOTHER chocolate shake.
So, we were caught up with current events, where the deer were, where the Elk were, etc.. etc... We did have the opportunity to see a 5x4.5 Elk rack that Jason had whacked, and we all agreed that it would make a nice Mule Deer. Moosie needs to get pictures of that rack, including the Brow tines, as they were darn funny. Let's just say that a prescription of Viagra would have done that bull well.
After the second shake, we then headed BACK to the RV, one more time, and had some more bs'ing with Warren, and then about 11:30 we decided to unload Motorcycles from Moosie's truck, so Warren could load them into his, and haul them back from where we hauled them, just 2 hours earlier. I have to tell you, I am incredibly impressed that one person can drink two of those Milkshakes. That is a feat to behold.
So, Midnight we finally decide to call it quits, and I set the alarm for 5.30am. Not a bad night's sleep, after I finally convinced Moosie that he would be ok sleeping by himself in the bed at the OTHER end of the trailer.
5:30 came quickly, and we got our stuff together, and luckily, the Gunner had the foresight to bring 8 pieces of bread, a 1/2 jar of Peanut Butter, and a nearly empty bottle of sugary honey. Two sandwiches per person, one for breakfast, and one for the pack. A few granola bars, and off we went.
Now this is where the stories probably diverge, as we then proceeded to spend the next 11 hours driving around in the Dodge, listening to CDs of Emniem, Snoop Dogg, and Pink while road hunting. I now know every word to Pink's "Let's Get the Party Started"....
And Elk, sure, we saw some, as Moosie said we saw a 6x6, of course he was in a pick-up headed down the higway. The raghorn 4 was strapped onto the rack of an ATV, and the Spike was hanging in a shed next to a cabin.
The only time we got out of the rig was to grab another beer out of the Cooler, or drain the previous beer...
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So, there you have it.... two different versions of the same story...
