New day, big bull sighted first light, and I'm off! About a mile over to last seen. Through brush, bog, boot sucking mud, at least there are no bugs. I went into the timber slowly, raking brush with a moose scapula, and bull grunts. Twenty minute intervals. As the day came on, I'm thinking about exploration. Looking at crossing a creek and hiking a ridge. Then I see antlers! Across the creek, through the trees, I got a side shot of big antlers. He knows I'm here, I've been calling. This bull moves behind some brush. All I see are spike tips. I scratched some brush, bull grunted and went silent. He stood about 15 minutes, then fades away. I'm looking, watching, waiting! After awhile I need to move back uphill for other points of view. I spot him again, across the creek looking my way. Big bull, I'm thinking 60" class. 340 yards. Crosshairs on him, but looking through brush. I can't tell if quartered toward me or facing away. I sat the rifle down and set up my spotter and he walked away. The rest of the day, I explored the area. He was a big boy. Fantastic country.
We would spot bulls, deep in the timber, on ridges. I found my way to those ridges. I hiked to higher ground and came into a number of cows. Only one with a calf this season. Found a very, very old fire pit with burnt aluminum cans. "Tea" was the only recognizable print on the can. Very old.
We would spot bulls, deep in the timber, on ridges. I found my way to those ridges. I hiked to higher ground and came into a number of cows. Only one with a calf this season. Found a very, very old fire pit with burnt aluminum cans. "Tea" was the only recognizable print on the can. Very old.
