For that weekend we had 3 tags, 1 mule deer and 2 cow elk. We did not have to fill all three out this trip. One did end that weekend, but they could shoot all 3.
Dad and Jon hunt in the mornings and than evenings. Which was nice that I was not alone all day.
The first morning hunt they came back and had shot a 4 point buck. That is a decent size, but good/big for the area. The funny thing was the pursuit of the weekend was the elk, and if they happen to see deer than that would be great. The fact that they got the deer first was kind of a laugh. But hey on a positive note we could have left that day, because we had gotten something.
Jon and the Buck
Skinning the Buck (notice Sage and how bad she wanted to help)
The rest of Friday and Saturday were uneventful. It was hot during the day, so we knew our time was quickly coming to an end for we needed to get the Buck home. Jon and dad did some clear cutting. They were cleaning pine trees that had been infected with mistletoe. It is a nasty flowering plant that lives in/on the pine it has sticky seeds that it shoots out. Jon was fascinated with the seeds. And by the end of the day Jon and Dad were covered with them.
We did spend some time at the pond. Sage just loves swimming! And dad had a project to start on.
Sage taking a break from swimming. She has this thing where if she is out of the water long enough she needs to roll in the dirt.
Jon waste deep in the yucky pond ( I do not think anyone else has voluntarily gone that deep in the pond). And of coarse Sage is right there to help him.
Here are our onlookers. The cows stayed in the shade, but had to check out what this little animal was and why it kept jumping in the pond. They would not take their eyes off of her.
Sunday morning our last morning there, the last shot to get the elk. And lo they were successful with 2!! I wish I could relate the whole story. It was an amazing sight apparently. Dad and Jon were sitting by the fence watching for some elk. They ended up seeing about 70 of them. And a bull came walking by them, about 40 yards away! Jon said when they shot the first elk, some ran away, others ran towards them. Some did not even move. With the elk running towards them it made for an easier shot for the second one.
Dad and an elk
Jon and an elk
It was a pain getting the elk back to the truck. Dad and Jon both drove an ATV and I drove the truck in as close as I could. Than we had to use the ATV's to bring out the elk. But we did it
I will have to say I think Sunday was the quickest camp had been broken and everyone packed and ready to go.
Jon and I felt a little bad that we were sending dad with all this meat to cut up, but you know when someone is that good, you just gotta let them do it.
It has been an amazing year that my father has been able to fill all his tags that he has so far this year. And my family is set with meat for a long time, this will for sure help out the grocery bill.
2 comments:
Some of us suffer from being born after our time... I think Steve and Jon where destine to be pioneers and somehow picked up the wrong ticket to planet earth. Even so they are making up of a little lost time by chasing cows, hunting in the wild.. and even in their sleep, fishing bare handed, knee deep, in the pond, and lastly making a life story with Ole Yeller. Pioneer-ON my son.
"Camp Cook"
Some time back, Great Grandpa Revo settled in Montana, raised horses and cattle, was neighbors with Charles M Russel (Cowboy Artist), and liked to read out of the book by J.R. Williams titled "Out Our Way".
I remember them sayin "You ain't ever did real eatin if you've never been out where a spud tastes jes like honey and a sinker's light as air." "You'D swear it was a miricle ef yuh saw Th' Dead Awaken, DSHAW/any cook kin do it with a skillit an' some bacon."
Cook-ON Aubery
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