Took the wife and kids out this beautiful rainy morning to try and find the wife a buck and a doe. Spotted a herd bedded below a hill so we circled around the hill. Between the two kids peaking their heads up and down over the ridge like prairie dogs and the two year old making horse noises the whole time and then laughing at me when I’d tell her to be quiet I can’t believe we didn’t blow the group out of there but they held tight. We peak over the hill and the group is bedded down 200 yards away with the biggest buck bedded facing away. We sat there for a few more minutes sounding like a group of horses and lookin like prairie dogs when the does started getting nervous. Told the wife to get ready for the buck to stand. Just as I said that the gun goes off and I look over to see the smaller buck laying there dead. She said she wasn’t taking any chances and when he stood she took him. The group ran off and one doe made the mistake of stopping just shy of 350 and she dropped her too. 7mm-08 131 grain hammer hunter
Just as we get back into town the babysitter calls which are really like the girls third set of grandparents. She’d just made caramel rolls and had a pan for us. If you had ever ate at Sakelaris’s Kitchen back in the day in Baker Montana then you’ve had these things which are amazing
Just as we get back into town the babysitter calls which are really like the girls third set of grandparents. She’d just made caramel rolls and had a pan for us. If you had ever ate at Sakelaris’s Kitchen back in the day in Baker Montana then you’ve had these things which are amazing
Having used to take my three daughters with at that age I feel ya…but instead of p-dogs my motley crew was more like a ferret colony!
