It’s been a few days… Long hard hunting days!
We have found Mr. Heavy everyday, except this morning. I have had him under 60 yards twice, only to have him slip out from under me.
Skipping to last night.
My dad found him in the same spot where I almost got a shot at him on the second day.
There was less than an hour of shooting light, so I drove and long trotted back up the ridge. I had good wind and I knew the country well.
Earlier that day, 22 cows and calves piled out below me as I waited on a boulder. I was frustrated because he wasn’t with them so I left. Well… The SOB was now standing under the rock (3hours later)!
I was almost to the edge of the clearing and a cow was bedded in the trees. I damn near ran her over, because I thought everything was in the meadow. The cows all walked past me at 55-60 yards but Mr. Heavy bugled just out of sight. Damn it! All he had to do was follow his cows but instead he went off the ridge screaming like crazy.
I watched them until dark because I was pinned down by the cows. He was really ripping it up for the first time.
This morning was my morning to kill him, or so I thought. We never even seen the slippery booger.
I walked and my dad glassed the mountain and draws. I let a tank of a 360 bull walk away and past on a young stag looking 7×7(pic above).
It’s been raining and I am not sure where he is again. My dad seen a big 6×6 that really impressed him, so I might take a look at him, if Mr. Heavy keeps ditching us.
I have been posting from my phone and not proofing any of this. Hopefully it is legible!