Post by sixshot on Nov 6, 2017 12:15:48 GMT -5
One of the grandson's has been camped out with his dad, trying to fill his buck tag. He just shot a nice bull elk a couple of weeks ago & now with snow on the ground & very low temps he was running out of time to shoot a buck. They had been camped for 3 days in a remote area but on day two got the truck stuck & were in a bad spot because they had the road blocked.
Finally after hours of shoveling they got the truck part way off the road & walked back to camp & drove the other truck to town for some help. One of my other son's & 2 more grandson's went back with them to retrieve the buried truck. I was 40 miles away still trying to fill my cow tag, another story!
While 3 of them worked on getting the truck out of the mud, snow & water mix Ridge & his brother took off in search of a shooter buck. Ridge is working full time & going to college 2 nights a week so time is limited, he needed to whack something. He was packing the same 6.5/06 that he had used on his bull elk. Although he's just 18 & his brother Brock is 16 they have a lot of experience & several kills under their belt & they are constantly shooting with their dads.
Something the boys never do is try to make a long shot, at least not on purpose, if that's the only shot they have & they think they can do it they will take the shot but trying to make a difficult shot for bragging rights is out of the question. About 30 minutes before dark Brock spotted a buck far across the canyon bedded under a big pine tree & they set up the spotting scope to see if he was a shooter. The buck was a very nice 5X6 with "cheaters" coming out on both sides.
Going prone while Brock does the calculations, Ridge gets into shooting position with the 6.5/06, actually Improved. Brock quickly told him 840 yds & both guessed the wind. Ridge broke the shot across the wide canyon & the buck slowly stood up & Brock said he couldn't tell where the bullet hit, but it didn't hit the deer. Brock said, I told you wrong, you held too high, Ridge shoots again & knocks the buck down but he got up & stumbled down the hill into some brush. It's getting late & they can see the buck is moving slowly.
They have to skirt some cliffs & some beaver ponds & it's a 2 mile tracking job in the snow before Ridge can put in a finishing shot. The boys quickly break the deer down, load him on their back packs & cut cross country in the dark to find their dad & uncle still working on the truck in the mud. They get home at 9:30 to my place with a very nice buck strapped to the pack frame.
Dick
Finally after hours of shoveling they got the truck part way off the road & walked back to camp & drove the other truck to town for some help. One of my other son's & 2 more grandson's went back with them to retrieve the buried truck. I was 40 miles away still trying to fill my cow tag, another story!
While 3 of them worked on getting the truck out of the mud, snow & water mix Ridge & his brother took off in search of a shooter buck. Ridge is working full time & going to college 2 nights a week so time is limited, he needed to whack something. He was packing the same 6.5/06 that he had used on his bull elk. Although he's just 18 & his brother Brock is 16 they have a lot of experience & several kills under their belt & they are constantly shooting with their dads.
Something the boys never do is try to make a long shot, at least not on purpose, if that's the only shot they have & they think they can do it they will take the shot but trying to make a difficult shot for bragging rights is out of the question. About 30 minutes before dark Brock spotted a buck far across the canyon bedded under a big pine tree & they set up the spotting scope to see if he was a shooter. The buck was a very nice 5X6 with "cheaters" coming out on both sides.
Going prone while Brock does the calculations, Ridge gets into shooting position with the 6.5/06, actually Improved. Brock quickly told him 840 yds & both guessed the wind. Ridge broke the shot across the wide canyon & the buck slowly stood up & Brock said he couldn't tell where the bullet hit, but it didn't hit the deer. Brock said, I told you wrong, you held too high, Ridge shoots again & knocks the buck down but he got up & stumbled down the hill into some brush. It's getting late & they can see the buck is moving slowly.
They have to skirt some cliffs & some beaver ponds & it's a 2 mile tracking job in the snow before Ridge can put in a finishing shot. The boys quickly break the deer down, load him on their back packs & cut cross country in the dark to find their dad & uncle still working on the truck in the mud. They get home at 9:30 to my place with a very nice buck strapped to the pack frame.
Dick
