I’m sorry, but typing with 3 finger sucks at best.
Yes.Talley mount on my abolt. Need to get it running before WI rifle season again. The mount was just fine and took abuse for years and years…..right until it didn’t. Might get another one and might not…..I’m calling Talley to see what they say, first.
Day 2 morning we went right back at W330 but about 1/2 mile further South on the same huge sage flats complex. We climbed up to the first one, crossed it, and climbed through a timber saddle and into the higher flat to be where we thought they went after being bumped the previous night. We guessed wrong and they came out through the saddle below us, too late for a stalk. We walked the llloooonnnnnggggg way out to avoid spooking them below us. 2.5 mile detour.
Day 2 evening we once again went at w330 in the saddle and he was once again playing by the script. About 7:30 his cows and a couple small bulls started popping out below us (200 yards) just as the wind started to blow like crazy. It was swirling every direction as W330 stayed just inside the tree line. His cows definitely caught our scent hard this time…..they might have also heard us as we tried to reposition……but this time they blew up and took W330 out of my life for the next 24 hours.
This was the beginning of a pretty big wind storm that lasted the following morning and afternoon hunts …..blowing 25mph constant with 40+ gusts day and night.
The morning of day 3 we were at a glassing knob looking for a bull to hunt in the wind…..but still keeping an eye out for W330. No sooner did it get daylight and we saw both W330 and now H310. H310 was on the opposite side of the canyon we were on, but way lower, so we loaded up and bailed off at him. Straight down from 11,400……steep as hell!
H310 had 22 cows and no satellite bulls the last time we saw him before bombing off. We got closer and closer to where we we saw him earlier without hearing him once but he started to bugle at the perfect time. It allowed us to get within 100 yards uphill with good visibility and him completely unaware. All he had to do was move 10 yards toward us to give me a great shot on the edge of some quakies. We waited there for about 2 minutes when a giant gust came directly down the mountain behind us and blew right at him. We heard him and his harem exit stage right so we tried to run over the top to catch them coming up the other side……but they were gone. I thought my lungs were going to turn inside out!
The 3rd night we went back to our best scouting knob in a 40mph wind and glassed until dark in a white out sleet storm. We saw distant elk and smaller bulls right at dark, but it was by far the slowest hunt. We got cold / wet and heard one bugle the whole night.
With 2 days left of my hunt, this is when I started to get a little worried. The following morning was my 4th and we didn’t really have a plan A. We needed to find one of “my” bulls.
Yes.Talley mount on my abolt. Need to get it running before WI rifle season again. The mount was just fine and took abuse for years and years…..right until it didn’t. Might get another one and might not…..I’m calling Talley to see what they say, first.
Day 2 morning we went right back at W330 but about 1/2 mile further South on the same huge sage flats complex. We climbed up to the first one, crossed it, and climbed through a timber saddle and into the higher flat to be where we thought they went after being bumped the previous night. We guessed wrong and they came out through the saddle below us, too late for a stalk. We walked the llloooonnnnnggggg way out to avoid spooking them below us. 2.5 mile detour.
Day 2 evening we once again went at w330 in the saddle and he was once again playing by the script. About 7:30 his cows and a couple small bulls started popping out below us (200 yards) just as the wind started to blow like crazy. It was swirling every direction as W330 stayed just inside the tree line. His cows definitely caught our scent hard this time…..they might have also heard us as we tried to reposition……but this time they blew up and took W330 out of my life for the next 24 hours.
This was the beginning of a pretty big wind storm that lasted the following morning and afternoon hunts …..blowing 25mph constant with 40+ gusts day and night.
The morning of day 3 we were at a glassing knob looking for a bull to hunt in the wind…..but still keeping an eye out for W330. No sooner did it get daylight and we saw both W330 and now H310. H310 was on the opposite side of the canyon we were on, but way lower, so we loaded up and bailed off at him. Straight down from 11,400……steep as hell!
H310 had 22 cows and no satellite bulls the last time we saw him before bombing off. We got closer and closer to where we we saw him earlier without hearing him once but he started to bugle at the perfect time. It allowed us to get within 100 yards uphill with good visibility and him completely unaware. All he had to do was move 10 yards toward us to give me a great shot on the edge of some quakies. We waited there for about 2 minutes when a giant gust came directly down the mountain behind us and blew right at him. We heard him and his harem exit stage right so we tried to run over the top to catch them coming up the other side……but they were gone. I thought my lungs were going to turn inside out!
The 3rd night we went back to our best scouting knob in a 40mph wind and glassed until dark in a white out sleet storm. We saw distant elk and smaller bulls right at dark, but it was by far the slowest hunt. We got cold / wet and heard one bugle the whole night.
With 2 days left of my hunt, this is when I started to get a little worried. The following morning was my 4th and we didn’t really have a plan A. We needed to find one of “my” bulls.
