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Well, folks, it happened again. That dang person that sold me my license gave me the wrong one again. I asked for a “Killing” license and I guess I got the “Hunting” license again. Hangnail, shooty daw gone, and all those other words! We did have a great time and did have the privilege of seeing a lot of Elk and some verrrrry large Bulls among other critters.
This was also the very first time my daughter Kerri has ever joined us for a hunt of any kind and that was beyond great. So we meet her in Mitchell about 6 PM and head out to the spot. We park her car and have her jump in the pick-up to go see if we can spot some elk and spot we did!
Although you can barely see them, (these Elk were about 1 mile away from us) the two upper elk are two very large bulls and the old herd bull (lower one) has just kicked the other bull out of the area.
So it starts getting on towards dusk and I decide to blow my cow call, which I did and out of nowhere across the prairie comes a 6 point bull right at us. Kerri had been in possession of her cow call for a couple of weeks and didn’t even know how to make it work, so I told her to grab the call and follow me. We took off into the woods and Kerri did a great job of calling, but the elk didn’t like the pick-up setting right there, so he didn’t come all the way in. Poor Kerri had no idea of what had just happened! She soon learned a little more how significant that really was. I was sad to see her leave on Friday afternoon, but she got some good experience and learned a lot about the hunt.
Saturday morning, Brian (my Son) and I went over to an area where we had previously seen this bull:
We set up across the canyon and called a larger bull than this one in. He spooked at Brian (who was the shooter and I was the caller) and when I heard him break out, I grabbed my trusty old bugle and gave it a rip!. I will be danged if I didn’t stop him and he came around behind me and above me. Brian then started calling and this beautiful 6 point bull walked out of some re-prod trees and onto a open hill-side 60 yards from me. I was all ready for him and plotting his demise as he came within range and out of nowhere he cut up the hill, behind some juniper trees where I stopped him at 70 yards-too far away to take the shot. Then, he just walked off! That was the closest we got to actually getting one this year.
We did encounter some other very interesting critters however. This old bull Buffalo was about 10 feet from me for the first photo and then he ambled off a bit. He looked tired and there was no malice in his eyes so I asked him to pose for me. What do you think?
We did encounter the rest of the herd later.
Like I said, we had a lot of fun, saw a lot of animals and got some great photographs! This next one is of my son and daughter returning after trying a set-up to call some elk in.
As you can see, he had been in for his mud bath! What a sight. Well, I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed taking them. Had a blast and am awaiting next year.
Over the years of Elk Hunting around the Waterman/Richmond area of Oregon, we have been privileged to see several large herds of elk, listen to their language as they communicate with each other and have been blessed to have taken some photos of these herds. Never before have we witnessed such a gathering of elk on a mission as last Saturday at 1 PM in the afternoon with the temp hoovering around 85 degrees.
These elk just kept coming and coming up out of the canyon until there were around 250 to 300 head and then they headed out over the small hill to the watering holes on the other side.
They began to spread out some, talking to each other with an occasional bugle thrown in to keep the order. It was a totally beautiful scene to get to watch and photograph. We were on the Parrish Creek road some 1000 yards from this herd (Oh how I wish I could have gotten closer).
These are just a few of the photos I took Saturday. What a privilege! Secretly, I can tell you that I am hoping they all come over to where I get to hunt! Maybe an early filling of the tag and then I can photo some more. I captured a couple pics of my son “hamming” it up in front of the old Shoots Mill building.
What a guy! You can follow him along on his blog at “Hudsflywater.wordsmith.com”. We leave this coming Wednesday for the last week of Elk Season, so wish us luck! For the first time ever, my daughter Kerri will be joining us–that has me super jacked! Can’t wait!