220yotekiller
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Ok guys l think we can all agree that 2020 hasn't been the best year in the world but if you are like me you can at least laugh at yourself when things don't go how you they should. l'll kick things off.
So this is the first year l have actively bow hunted and l finally got an afternoon to go chase some whitetail bucks that live behind my house. l should mention here that l live on the edge of the national forest so it takes me about 3 minutes to get to where l have a reasonable chance of seeing deer. l came home from work, grabbed my hunting boots, spare pack (my good pack was with my brother in Colorado), and my bow and headed out. l still hunted along until l reached a small basin just off of the forest service trail that l could glass. But there was a minor flaw in my plan, l was staring squarely into the sun, so l decided to sit down and wait for the sun to get behind the mountain. l had been sitting there for a few minutes when l heard rocks start to roll on the opposite hillside. The sun had finally gone behind the mountain so l started glassing in earnest, suddenly a very good black bear came strolling down the trail 250 yards away. l sat there desperately calling the Wyoming bear hotline hoping that the season was still running, upon getting the news that it was I immediately started moving up the trail hoping to intercept him. Unfortunately I never saw him again though I still hunted the area until dark.
l had to work the next night, but the night after l raced hope as fast as l could and grabbed my rifle and pack, l had looked the previous night and cursed my luck at seeing that the black bear rifle season had been open the whole time, and hoofed it up the mountain. l had gotten delayed in town and only had about an hour to get up the trail to where l had been bow hunting two days before. I got to where I had been sitting with plenty of time to spare and as l was in very thick brush and carrying my rifle I was not paying much attention to my surroundings. My head was down and I herd the sound of movement to my right, slowly swiveled my head and to my severe surprise and consternation 3 very respectable whitetail bucks stood broadside at 40 yards! l stared at them glazedly as l watched them slowly turn and vanish into the brush. l moved down the ridge until l reached my glassing point and tried unsuccessfully to locate that bear again.
l guess that sometimes you just can't win. What things didn't go right for you guys?
So this is the first year l have actively bow hunted and l finally got an afternoon to go chase some whitetail bucks that live behind my house. l should mention here that l live on the edge of the national forest so it takes me about 3 minutes to get to where l have a reasonable chance of seeing deer. l came home from work, grabbed my hunting boots, spare pack (my good pack was with my brother in Colorado), and my bow and headed out. l still hunted along until l reached a small basin just off of the forest service trail that l could glass. But there was a minor flaw in my plan, l was staring squarely into the sun, so l decided to sit down and wait for the sun to get behind the mountain. l had been sitting there for a few minutes when l heard rocks start to roll on the opposite hillside. The sun had finally gone behind the mountain so l started glassing in earnest, suddenly a very good black bear came strolling down the trail 250 yards away. l sat there desperately calling the Wyoming bear hotline hoping that the season was still running, upon getting the news that it was I immediately started moving up the trail hoping to intercept him. Unfortunately I never saw him again though I still hunted the area until dark.
l had to work the next night, but the night after l raced hope as fast as l could and grabbed my rifle and pack, l had looked the previous night and cursed my luck at seeing that the black bear rifle season had been open the whole time, and hoofed it up the mountain. l had gotten delayed in town and only had about an hour to get up the trail to where l had been bow hunting two days before. I got to where I had been sitting with plenty of time to spare and as l was in very thick brush and carrying my rifle I was not paying much attention to my surroundings. My head was down and I herd the sound of movement to my right, slowly swiveled my head and to my severe surprise and consternation 3 very respectable whitetail bucks stood broadside at 40 yards! l stared at them glazedly as l watched them slowly turn and vanish into the brush. l moved down the ridge until l reached my glassing point and tried unsuccessfully to locate that bear again.
l guess that sometimes you just can't win. What things didn't go right for you guys?