cmh
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Post by cmh on Mar 24, 2016 19:31:18 GMT -5
Write that book!!!
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Post by Markbo on Mar 27, 2016 10:26:11 GMT -5
Good times. Great stories. Tbey'd be even better in book form.  |
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Post by MackaySagebrush on Mar 29, 2016 9:28:54 GMT -5
Shall we chant all together? "WRITE THAT BOOK, WRITE THAT BOOK".... Count me in as a buyer of "The book of Sixshot,short stories"! |
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Post by mart on Mar 29, 2016 13:58:04 GMT -5
Great story. I'll echo the previous post. "WRITE THAT BOOK."
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Post by James on Mar 29, 2016 15:41:55 GMT -5
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usajon
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Post by usajon on Mar 30, 2016 11:53:47 GMT -5
do u carry any whiskey on this event?
thems a lot of miles traveled on foot
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Post by sixshot on Mar 30, 2016 13:08:44 GMT -5
usajon, back in those days I was used to it & could walk for miles everyday, I was a lot lighter back then & never seemed to get tired. I was used to the high altitude, usually carried a small back & water was everywhere & I knew the country inside out so getting lost was never an issue, even in total darkness. Many times I would leave camp at 3am so I would be into the elk at or before sun up, you have to get on elk when they're feeding, they are herd animals & its impossible if they are bedded. Almost everbody makes the mistake of being there too late in the morning, I always got there early, when they started feeding I was already in place.
This comes from knowing the country & knowing their habits, but you can't leave camp at daylight & be a good elk hunter, period. There's nothing like late september, early october early in the morning when the fog is drifting off the beaver ponds & the bulls are bugling, the cows are chirping & that chill is in the air, you're down wind of them...hopefully & they are going nuts! The big bulls are trying to keep the rag horns from stealing a cow & they're running back & forth, horns thrown back over their rump, steam coming out of their nose, man there's nothing like it on earth. You just sit there & drink it all in.
There are at least 4 bulls in a little horse shoe shape in the trees but they are hidden by the fog, the only bulls in the open are younger bulls now, the old bulls are moving the cows, maybe the cows have sensed something, you never know with elk.
Suddenly a cow barks right beside you & you almost crap your chaps, she's walked right behind you & your scent stream hits her like a 458 magnum, the crashing is crazy for 10-15 seconds then total silence, its over. Thats elk hunting at its finest.
Dick
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Post by cmh on Mar 30, 2016 13:35:57 GMT -5
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Post by usajon on Mar 30, 2016 19:21:21 GMT -5
usajon, back in those days I was used to it & could walk for miles everyday, I was a lot lighter back then & never seemed to get tired. I was used to the high altitude, usually carried a small back & water was everywhere & I knew the country inside out so getting lost was never an issue, even in total darkness. Many times I would leave camp at 3am so I would be into the elk at or before sun up, you have to get on elk when they're feeding, they are herd animals & its impossible if they are bedded. Almost everbody makes the mistake of being there too late in the morning, I always got there early, when they started feeding I was already in place. This comes from knowing the country & knowing their habits, but you can't leave camp at daylight & be a good elk hunter, period. There's nothing like late september, early october early in the morning when the fog is drifting off the beaver ponds & the bulls are bugling, the cows are chirping & that chill is in the air, you're down wind of them...hopefully & they are going nuts! The big bulls are trying to keep the rag horns from stealing a cow & they're running back & forth, horns thrown back over their rump, steam coming out of their nose, man there's nothing like it on earth. You just sit there & drink it all in. There are at least 4 bulls in a little horse shoe shape in the trees but they are hidden by the fog, the only bulls in the open are younger bulls now, the old bulls are moving the cows, maybe the cows have sensed something, you never know with elk. Suddenly a cow barks right beside you & you almost crap your chaps, she's walked right behind you & your scent stream hits her like a 458 magnum, the crashing is crazy for 10-15 seconds then total silence, its over. Thats elk hunting at its finest. Dick what sort of shoe leather back then ? |
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Post by sixshot on Mar 30, 2016 21:13:53 GMT -5
Hand made Whites. A pair of Packers & a pair of Smoke Jumpers, they were kind of heavy but once you got them broke in there was no finer boot. I also had a pair of Danners but they weren't in the same league as Whites.
Dick
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Post by barbarosa on Apr 5, 2016 19:57:53 GMT -5
I will never get tired of your stories, you have lived well.
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