I'm losing it.
I'm losing it.
“… duckhunting stands alone as an outdoor discipline. It has a tang and spirit shared by no other sport—a philosophy compounded of sleet, the winnow of unseen wings, and the reeks of marsh mud and wet wool. No other sport has so many theories, legends, casehardened disciples and treasured memories.”
--John Madson, The Mallard, 1960
"Never trust a duck hunter who cares more about his success than his dog's."
This is where the music died....
The green strip is where the elk was moving right to left when I whiffed from the tangles of this tree.
Last edited by Stripa Swipa; 09-19-2011 at 02:36 PM.
"hunting should be a challenge and a passion not a way of making a living or a road to fame"
Rubberhead
How long ago was the fire?
So was that picture on page1 this year or in another lifetime?
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
So I guess ten or so seconds go by while my face is buried in my hands. My buddy is watching the bull closely. When he's fifty or so yards past us, he starts chewing me a new one to get my bow and get back in the game. I slowly look back over my left shoulder and see the bull flop down in a wallow. Having seen this show a couple of days earlier, I knew I had a second chance. These bulls lose their minds when they go to playin in these wallows. He was only 80 to 100 yards away, up wind, and I've got a few trees between me and him to work with. I'm gone and on auto pilot before I've had time to give the situation any conscious thought. This is the view looking back up to the wallow from "the whiff tree."
"hunting should be a challenge and a passion not a way of making a living or a road to fame"
Rubberhead
I think that stripa is stringing this out over ten days...to mirror his hunt.
LMAO @ Catdaddy.
"Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration" -Izaak Walton
I think we're getting ready to hear about a Wapiti with a hole in each lung when he comes out of that wallow.
looks like a 3+ year old burn ... thats some thick grass.. damn hot burn too..
Last edited by UMTduckhead; 09-19-2011 at 03:04 PM.
Over the course of a couple minutes, he starts wallowng around and I go, he lifts his head and I freeze. Luckily, he still seems to be focused up the hill away from me....likely still looking for the source of my calls 15 minutes prior. I finally, make my way up tothe last bit of cover. This split tree was made for a bow hunter to stand behind and shoot through. This pic of me gives you the scene I had of the elk in the wallow at 25 yards, as I was standing ready at the split tree.
Last edited by Stripa Swipa; 09-19-2011 at 03:08 PM.
"hunting should be a challenge and a passion not a way of making a living or a road to fame"
Rubberhead
Congrats Stripa, awesome bull!...I'm glad I only now opened this thread, hopefully just in time for kill shot!
can't be the end. dammit. Good story schpilllberg.
This is my favorite part of the hunt. A few minutes earlier, my mind was so scrambled that I couldn't perform at any reasonable level of competence. Now, as I stood behind this tree, I knew there was nothing that could go wrong. The wind was right. I had a perfectly comfortable and familiar shooting position. It was just like the shot I've made thousands of times in the yard over many years. I had zero doubt and knew that I was watching a dead elk wallowing.....
"hunting should be a challenge and a passion not a way of making a living or a road to fame"
Rubberhead
But...
"Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration" -Izaak Walton
And then.......
“… duckhunting stands alone as an outdoor discipline. It has a tang and spirit shared by no other sport—a philosophy compounded of sleet, the winnow of unseen wings, and the reeks of marsh mud and wet wool. No other sport has so many theories, legends, casehardened disciples and treasured memories.”
--John Madson, The Mallard, 1960
"Never trust a duck hunter who cares more about his success than his dog's."
A minute or so passed and he finally stood up. When he stood up, he was perfectly broadside. Like the cliche, I don't remember drawing or releasing, just seeing the arrow bury into his shoulder to the fletching and him taking off out of the wallow. He sprinted up the hill about 75 yards, slowed to a walk then started to wobble. Within another second or two, he was down in plain view. I looked back at my buddy who was going nuts at this point, then shook my head in disbelief.
"hunting should be a challenge and a passion not a way of making a living or a road to fame"
Rubberhead
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