Semi Live WY LOPE/ELK/DEER
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coelker 17-Aug-20
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coelker 17-Aug-20
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coelker 17-Aug-20
Brotsky 17-Aug-20
SteveB 17-Aug-20
coelker 17-Aug-20
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huntdoc 18-Aug-20
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Predeter 18-Aug-20
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Beav 18-Aug-20
coelker 24-Aug-20
Wapitidung 24-Aug-20
Inshart 25-Aug-20
Jasper 25-Aug-20
Thornton 29-Aug-20
coelker 31-Aug-20
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From: coelker
17-Aug-20

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Buster here is Cool his right side goes straight forward. At first he looks to only have 1 horn, but it is growing forward. Had him at 42 yard opening day and passed.
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Buster here is Cool his right side goes straight forward. At first he looks to only have 1 horn, but it is growing forward. Had him at 42 yard opening day and passed.
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Waterholes are fun to have a camera at... This pup is lucky I did not send an arrow his way.
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Waterholes are fun to have a camera at... This pup is lucky I did not send an arrow his way.
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In search of LINK… So opening weekend WY antelope 2020 found my son and I bouncing across the WY sage on dusty roads in hot weather. We got into the unit late Friday night the dark skies allowed for us to set up the spotter and look at Jupiter and its moons… Just before sun up we got up and began the search for the antelope buck my son has dubbed Link… I associate it with missing link some rare monster specimen that represents the mega flora and fauna of the past, for my son Link is a hero with great strength and character…. At any rate link is hopefully over 80” and has a perfect shape mass, length etc… We began the morning covering ground and glassing. Looking at different areas and determining what areas had more and less antelope. We glassed a lot of bucks. In fact over the 2 days we looked at 148 bucks. This did not count all the little tiny bucks and it did not include and repeat bucks. Mid-morning on Saturday my son glassed up this dead head laying in the sage from about 600 yards. It was a solid 5 and his first dead head elk found. So after a phone call to the unit Warden, we arranged to pick up the head and get the proper tag. I did not realize it was $8 for the permit, just FYI for anyone else. That afternoon we explored a few more areas and added to our buck count bun none really stood out. That night as we laid looking at the stars we saw several shooting stars a few satellites We made a plan for the morning and the next. We explored a few more areas before heading back to sit a waterhole we looked at the day before. At 11:30 when we pulled up to the water hole we had antelope on it. We hurried and Set up the blind and hid the truck. We sat from Noon until 5:00 we had 47 Antelope come into the water and 19 were bucks. One might have deserved a closer look but opening weekend of a season that does not end until October 31st means the buck needs to be a bruiser for sure… The fun part about the water hole is taking pictures… Even if it is 92 out and in the blind it is easily 20 degrees hotter. At one point we had 22 antelope within 50 yards of our blind in all directions…

At 5:30 we headed home and glassed as we went. The sad part… The biggest buck we saw all weekend was in the Town of Wamsetter, rubbing a sage brush next to a junk yard….

From: bohuntr
17-Aug-20
I look forward to following this, keep it comin!

From: coelker
17-Aug-20

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I never noticed how big the vein is on the nose until they stood with the head down.
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I never noticed how big the vein is on the nose until they stood with the head down.
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This buck was kind of tempting, but not too much given the long season...
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This buck was kind of tempting, but not too much given the long season...
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Same buck
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Same buck
So I had lots of pics and these are a few good ones... As a side note, the Coyote pup came in and hung out for a bit. It then found a burrow on the damn and went in... My son decided to see how close he could get. he was about 2 feet from the pup when it came back out. The pup was not sure what to do...

From: coelker
17-Aug-20

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Man I really hope I know what a trophy lope is... I am having a hard time convincing myself I will know a shooter when I see it...
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Man I really hope I know what a trophy lope is... I am having a hard time convincing myself I will know a shooter when I see it...
A few more bucks. Tons of action for such a short sit. My son was funny... Being ten he really just wants to kill, kill, kill. He is not overly used to me passing shots on decent animals... Truth be told I am not used to it either. I have had 2 antelope tags in my life before this... Both NW Colorado and both archery and both were filled. I am happy to actually trophy hunt since WY is such a great state for hunters...

From: t-roy
17-Aug-20
Looking forward to following along! Any better pictures of “Buster”?

From: coelker
17-Aug-20
Sadly no when I first found him, he gave me all sorts of looks at his right side. When I decided to try and snap a pic, he kept circling left and never gave me a good pic angle. I am sure that we will cross paths again. My son is definitely making me look at him again before season is over...

From: Brotsky
17-Aug-20
Love the pics and great story so far! I hate coyotes as much as anyone but being a dog lover as well I'm 100% sure I could not have shot the pup either. When he grows up he won't be so lucky.

From: SteveB
17-Aug-20
Nice photos....good luck and make memories!

From: coelker
17-Aug-20

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Sadly the winter kill was pretty bad in the area this past winter. Especially on the lopes and the deer, but also for some elk..
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Sadly the winter kill was pretty bad in the area this past winter. Especially on the lopes and the deer, but also for some elk..
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So I realized late I missed a few pics. from my phone to share... Starting first with our new yard target and stand. Bull target in a stand that my son and I built this summer. It is so nice having a quality range at home. I can get to 78 yards without using the sidewalk...

Oh and the beauty of WY is season overlap. I found this mule deer buck earlier this year and I am trying to keep tabs on him. Main frame 3 with matching kickers and a one extra... I hope I cross path with him after Sept. 1st...

From: coelker
17-Aug-20

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From: huntdoc
18-Aug-20
Looking forward to reading more, thank you for posting! Kids add energy to every hunt.

From: BOWNBIRDHNTR
18-Aug-20
This looks to be a fun one to follow. Thanks for sharing with us!

From: tkjwonta
18-Aug-20
Great story and wonderful pictures, thanks for sharing!

From: Predeter
18-Aug-20
Looks like a great time with more to come! Looking forward to following along.

From: Jaquomo
18-Aug-20
Looking forward to following along! One tiny thing- please put a couple paragraph breaks in the long passages. Makes it much more readable for those of us following on a phone.

From: Shiras42
18-Aug-20
This should be good!

From: Beav
18-Aug-20
Going to be a fun one to follow! Great pics!!

From: coelker
24-Aug-20
So second weekend was a bust... We ended up trying to finish up a shed project for the back yard so Saturday was shot. Sunday we took a drive into a unit where I have a doe antelope tag and it was just so hot, smoky and miserable. We did find a few water holes to hunt but we did not find hardly and lopes. At last light I think we found where they are concentrated as I saw more in the headlights than we saw all day. So I will be heading back out that way after work later this week. Sorry a slow week but this weekend I plan on a full hardcore hunt...

From: Wapitidung
24-Aug-20
Keep um coming.

From: Inshart
25-Aug-20
Following with anticipation of blood and bone.

From: Jasper
25-Aug-20
Love it. Thanks for the write up!

From: Thornton
29-Aug-20
excellent photos

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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Still have to brush even when hunting...
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Still have to brush even when hunting...
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Great camp that first night. Even heard a bugle!
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Great camp that first night. Even heard a bugle!
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Not the best photo but a solid desert bull
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Not the best photo but a solid desert bull
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The boy is great to have run out and check for water... This water hole had the carcass remains of another hunters good luck...
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The boy is great to have run out and check for water... This water hole had the carcass remains of another hunters good luck...
This last weekend was a really good weekend. No dead critters, but a fun time none the less. We left the house around 6pm after work. And drove through until just after dark. We set up the tent on the side of the county road and enjoyed a great night of stars.

We have been using this little Eureka back packing tent without the rain fly. It is awesome, you can see the stars get good fresh air and it takes seconds to set up and take down. Just like sleeping on the ground minus the chance that you might wake up snuggling with a buzz worm…

Just before 5:30 am I swore I heard a bugle. Followed by a bunch of coyotes etc. Needless to say sunrise was great and from camp I was able to glass several bucks. After taking a quick look around, there were no bucks around that I was really interested in. As we glassed we ended up seeing the source of the bugle. A solid 6x6 bull was feeding. Not the best pic, but my phone scope is on its way…

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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elk here?
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elk here?
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one shed
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one shed
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from the truck
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from the truck
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28 yard chip shot on this little guy got the pass
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28 yard chip shot on this little guy got the pass
After seeing the bull we spent the next several hours looking over hundreds of goats and a bunch of bucks. We travelled roads and glassed, and travelled some more… We ended up finding a few elk sheds then soon after found a small herd of elk. Crazy to think they can make a living in such a place…

The first weekend we were out we found a freaky looking buck. In our travels we went back through his area and found him. Not a ½ mile away we found a little better typical as well.

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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little guy that my son stalked with the camera for fun
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little guy that my son stalked with the camera for fun
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My son testing the idea that you cant lick your elbow... Made me laugh..
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My son testing the idea that you cant lick your elbow... Made me laugh..

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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tall but no mass and no cutters...
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tall but no mass and no cutters...

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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Freddie has a pretty cool horn set.
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Freddie has a pretty cool horn set.
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Mundo is really close to 80 but just short I think. A great buck especially spot and stalk archery
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Mundo is really close to 80 but just short I think. A great buck especially spot and stalk archery
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Mondo and Freddie actually have a fence that is the dividing lines between their territories. They don't like each other much
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Mondo and Freddie actually have a fence that is the dividing lines between their territories. They don't like each other much
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If it rains run to town and get ice cream... Cookies and cream for the boy
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If it rains run to town and get ice cream... Cookies and cream for the boy
The first weekend we were out we found a freaky looking buck. In our travels we went back through his area and found him. Not a ½ mile away we found a little better typical as well.

We watched both from a nearby knob. For several hours. Finally the freak buck decided to get out of his bed and head to water (same water hole we sat last time out). To get to the hole he went through a few humics (dunes with taller plants and different soil structure). I snuck into the humics and assumed he would take the same path from water to his home range. It worked really well, but just no well enough. When he went into the pond I ran 200 yards to the closest humic to his trail I was 20 yards short of my goal when he came back out of the water hole. I was in the open and sat down and held still. After a 20 minute stare down he decided I was nothing and started back on the trail. Remember how I was 20 yards short of my goal. Well he ended up walking past me at 54 yards. I never really drew on him but I was able to get my bow up and had he came through in better range it would have been great.

That evening we looked over some different country as the bigger buck laid in the wide open all day. Saturday afternoon the rain came in. Luckily it missed out little area but both north and south it got pretty crazy. Hail wind, lightning etc. While it was crazy we decided to run into town and get an ice cream and refuel. Not really needed but it was a nice break from glassing…

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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Seems like every year we have a cool experience with a military air craft. This year we watched this copter making some pretty amazing low altitude maneuvers. Not sure why there but it was cool
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Seems like every year we have a cool experience with a military air craft. This year we watched this copter making some pretty amazing low altitude maneuvers. Not sure why there but it was cool
Saturday night we decided to set up on the knob overlooking the bucks we had found earlier. By this time we had given the names of Mondo to the big typical and Freaky Freddie to the non-typical. Both are mature bucks and Freddie might even be a little past prime. As the sun set there were still storms around and the wind was picking up. We made a quick meal of sausage and noodles. When it was done we fought to set the tent. 20-30 mph winds play havoc on out ability to get set up. The weather said the wind would dies down in about an hour. Well 4 hours later it was calmed down. The next morning we woke up and immediately found mondo making his rounds and scrapes. Then a few minutes later we found Freddie making is morning routine. We rolled up camp taking extra time to shake out all the sand that had blown around etc. Mondo ended up bedding in a huge flat with nothing around him for 200 yards in every direction. Freddie did the same. We sat behind the glass and looked over everything for few hours while the sun rose and the wind started picking up. As we neared lunch neither buck had gotten up and both were content. We decided to make a trip into a new area and come back later to see if they changed at all.

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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1832 is likely the birth year as it was too early for settlers etc.
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1832 is likely the birth year as it was too early for settlers etc.
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imagine over 100 years ago what it was like here... What was occurring in the world and if this person even knew?
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imagine over 100 years ago what it was like here... What was occurring in the world and if this person even knew?
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Usually my son giggles at naked lady art by the sheep herders, but this was a classy place... Rock art
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Usually my son giggles at naked lady art by the sheep herders, but this was a classy place... Rock art
As we did our trip I took my son over to a cool little historical sight.

The rocks have been carved by many over the years. Some names are long gone, come are newer. The earliest names are most likely from sheep herders that started in the area around the very end of the 1800s and early 1900s. These rocks are about a mile north of the Cherokee Trail crossing in blue notch. The Cherokee trail came through in 1849. The trail was named and pioneered by Cherokee Indians who saw great income potential by hauling stock and supplies to miners. Many also sold everything they had on the reservation to strike it rich in the 49 gold rush. They initially started following John Fremonts Trail until they were just south of Elk mountain. They ditched the Fremont trail and eventually the Oregon trail and blazed tier own trail across the red desert. The group was not all Indians, they teamed up with a group led by Evans who were also heading to California. For the next year several members of the Cherokee Nation would sell everything and leave the reservation, prompting the tribal leaders to run a smear campaign against California.

1850 would see the trail pick up traffic and it was somewhat popular until 1858 when the railroad went through.

Fun history… There are a few places where modern roads follow the trail and several places where you can see the ruts from the wagons. After our little history visit, I decided that 10 years old is old enough to start working a clutch and my boy got the keys and the wheel for a section of 2 track. He will get better as the fall progresses. He was more than excited and the 20 minutes behind the wheel made his week.

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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it is a cool rock outcropping...
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it is a cool rock outcropping...
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Boys like to climb
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Boys like to climb
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Good luck? I seem to think so
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Good luck? I seem to think so
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When glassing the boy likes to look for prizes... Bot fossils and petrified wood from our point
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When glassing the boy likes to look for prizes... Bot fossils and petrified wood from our point
That afternoon the wind really started to pick up and made things difficult. I asked the boy several times if we should just head for home. He was set that both Freddie and Mondo would eventually make a mistake. So we sat in the wind and it blew and blew.

After an hour plus Freddie got up and moved a bit. He milled around and eventually made his way to a sage patch that provided an almost perfect stalk set up. So we jumped in the blazer and drove a mile closer and parked out of sight. I closed the distance and eventually found him at 20 yards. Sadly the little rise between he and I block his vitals as we stared at each other. He eventually made haste. My second close encounters with him.

We drove back to the point and looked around. To get from Freddie to the point we drove right past Mondo who was still in the same bed as he started in that morning. As we passed he stood up and milled around. As soon as we got back to the point he started making a path into some humics and opened a door for a stalk so we hauled butt to a location and I started to run across the plain I made it a whole 30 yards before he stepped out into the open and nailed 200 yards out. I tucked my head and headed back to the blazer he spooked a bit but not bad. So we drove back up to out lookout and set up the tripod and scope again. I glass and can’t find Mondo. Find Freddie way out in the flat.

Then as I scan I can just see the horn tops of Mondo in the sage. After I busted him he bedded down in the perfect spot. I mean literally if I could pick any bed within 5 miles tis would have been it. So as soon as we got the spotter and chairs out we loaded back up and drove back around and hid the blazer and I made the stalk. It was maybe 10 minutes from when we found him to when I knocked my arrow and peeked over to where he was…

But he was gone, 100 yards out he was with a doe and fawn. The buck that spent 8 hours in bed and watched lopes around him all day suddenly felt social. With the wind pounding and the buck paired up I felt it was over for the day, but decided to try any ways. As the fed I slowly started to make progress in the little cover I had. I managed to knock off about 20 yards when the buck decided to bed again and in his new bed I could barely see his horn tops. So when the doe was head down I would move. Did this for a few minutes before she disappeared??? Must have bedded also??? Not sure but with her out of sight I move again and make the distance to 60 before she steps out. She was in a small cut wash. She is 45 yards out with her fawn feeding he is bedded at 60. I move a touch here and there when her head is down. Then he stands up. She eventually makes out that I am not right.

She circles me with her fawn at 30 yards trying to figure out what I am. All I need is for him to follow, but he never does. The doe eventually vacates the areas and he sees another buck a mile away and decides to go chase it off. I was so close and yet so far away. That ended out hopes. Both our target bucks in the wide open and the wind howling… It was a great weekend…. Probably our last Lope weekend until rifle since Elk opens tomorrow…

From: coelker
31-Aug-20

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Son took one last road shot on the way home

From: Inshart
31-Aug-20
Cool Rob, fun following along - you guys are making some great memories. Looking forward to more. Bob

From: Grubby
31-Aug-20
Great trip!

You better show us some more pics of your rig.

From: goelk
31-Aug-20
cool thanks for sharing. remember my days with my girls.

31-Aug-20
Great story....We do some work in the Wamsutter area. I've always wanted to spend more time exploring out there, but I always seem to be too busy...keep it coming.

From: sitO
31-Aug-20
Good stuff man! He'll never forget these times

From: coelker
08-Sep-20

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1978 Cmaper that was bought new by my grandpa... I sure love this little camp and 4 decades of memories with it...
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1978 Cmaper that was bought new by my grandpa... I sure love this little camp and 4 decades of memories with it...
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Man it is dry and the cows have hammered this area... But Snow is falling as we speak!!! Wish I was on the mountain rather than work
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Man it is dry and the cows have hammered this area... But Snow is falling as we speak!!! Wish I was on the mountain rather than work
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Son took a few minutes and a dozen shots with his air rifle. Man that thing is fun to shoot and accurate
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Son took a few minutes and a dozen shots with his air rifle. Man that thing is fun to shoot and accurate
So this weekend was our first out for WY elk ever. Man I love WY hunting... On Thursday after work we packed up our little hunting camp and dropped it off... The spot we wanted had already been claimed, luckily I had alternate spots. While at camp my son got in some time shooting his air rifle. He is very excited to find some grouse...

From: coelker
08-Sep-20

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Morning Pitstop for the little guy... HAHA!
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Morning Pitstop for the little guy... HAHA!
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Like I said paths have to be chosen carefully. This was early but coming down the boulders was definitely a challenge...
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Like I said paths have to be chosen carefully. This was early but coming down the boulders was definitely a challenge...
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The son packed his air gun with hopes for grouse. Snack time meant target practice. All of us love shooting it...
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The son packed his air gun with hopes for grouse. Snack time meant target practice. All of us love shooting it...
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Checking the trail camera really provided hope. This bull plus a good mule deer were caught... Exciting? Heck Yes!!!
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Checking the trail camera really provided hope. This bull plus a good mule deer were caught... Exciting? Heck Yes!!!
Friday night after football practice and dinner we left for camp. We got in bed and were a sleep by 11. Which is really a record for me as no matter what I do it always seems I am up until super late preparing and double checking etc. Well In hind sight we should have stayed up and double checked.

Alarm sounds at 5 am and we get up and moving. Things were going great until I noticed my boots were absent. Asked my wife, she swore she put them in, but they did not make it up the mountain at all. So opening morning was to be hunted in a $10 pair of Walmart clearance sneaker. As a side note, I am now carrying said sneakers as stalking shoes in my pack, they have a soft foam sole and are quiet as anything I have wore for stalking.

At first light we are leaving camp a little late, but luckily it was only 10 minutes in the blazer to our spot for the morning.

We left the blazer in good spirits and then fought the "suck". The area is a mess with boulders, cliffs, blow-down etc. You have to chose path very carefully to get around with any sense of stealth. With 3 of us and one being a 10 year old, stealth was lost due to the extremely dry conditions. We worked out way to a trail camera I set back in July.

This summer got away from me and I only made 2 scouting trips and only set one trail camera in the unit. Kind of old school hunting and in someway I really like its simplicity.

That moring we found good sign, a few rubs, and the trail cam produced signs of both deer and elk. It also had Photos of a huge cow moose. We called and worked a loop. Having hunted the area I have since decided that we need to do everything in the exact opposite direction. At noon we finally found elk and bumped 2 groups one with a very decent 5 point but the ground was just to dry to have any chance at contact.

At lunch time we loaded up in the truck and ran back to town for my boots. We covered 4.5 miles in the "suck" my ankles and balls of my feet were sore but not horrible. My boots made it so much better. Also visiting home meant we could shower... Bonus!!!

That after noon we got back to camp late and immediately headed to another spot I wanted to hunt. The drive took a little too lang and we arrived at the spot about 1 hour before dark. We got out and were trying to make a plan with swirling winds, and no real idea what to do... My son was getting squirelly and could stand it so he grabbed the bugle and let it rip as we were unpacking bow and backpacks. He got an immediate response that way too close. The chaos erupted as the bull bugled back hard. The wind on the point was swirling and we were at the blazer in the wide open. We dropped down 60 yards off the top and set up. Another bugle and second bull answered across the way. The wind was bad and in our attempt to get around the wind we ran square into a small herd. They blew up and took both bulls and everything else with them.

Lesson learned by my son... DO not bugle until everyone is ready. AS it got dork we heard 2 more bulls bugle one small ridge over. A good start, nothing absolutely amazing but good...

From: coelker
08-Sep-20

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New Normal? 50 miles from pavement and 70 miles from town and still seeing this crap!!!
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New Normal? 50 miles from pavement and 70 miles from town and still seeing this crap!!!
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Bulls were quick to exit as soon as we found them, smart enough to cross into unit 100
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Bulls were quick to exit as soon as we found them, smart enough to cross into unit 100
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Someone shoved a whitetail into my thread...
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Someone shoved a whitetail into my thread...
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Cows in the desert...
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Cows in the desert...
Despite the chaos Saturday was a good day. The unit we have has a lot of variety. We have ground in wilderness areas and all the way out to desert. For Sunday morning we headed to the desert to see what was happening out there... It is wide open and flat, as I feared the elk in the area were spooky and inaccessible by a bow hunter. Sorry for the crummy pics, but I wanted to provide proof of the desert elk. The bulls were easy to see and judge a good distance because the antlers were bone white.

The sunrise was crazy due to all the smoke. I have a feeling the last of them for 2020 since we have 6" of snow and it is still falling...

We did end up seeing 7 bulls and 27 cows/calves in the desert... Good morning of scouting (not really hunting)

From: coelker
08-Sep-20

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Sunrise was weird due to all the smoke
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Sunrise was weird due to all the smoke

From: coelker
08-Sep-20

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My boy playing dress up and with make up!!!
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My boy playing dress up and with make up!!!
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All done up for the big dance
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All done up for the big dance
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Early on calling in a spike. He got to 18 yards before blowing out...
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Early on calling in a spike. He got to 18 yards before blowing out...
Sunday for lunch we grilled up bruats and had salad we started the annual UNO game in camp and things got heated. Soon it was nap time for the adults and the boy who slept all morning got time to explore and pack around his pellet gun.

For Sunday night we had a better plan to hunt where we blew up all the elk the night before. We of course needed to mix it up a little so it was make up time for the family... The son does not understand that face paint can go on light...

The plan was awesome, but the elk had decided to change things up. Early in our evening we had a spike show up. It was lucky that my wife gave it a pass. We found some great feed areas, water and trails to bedding despite an early lack of elk action the afternoon hunt was a blast. We made a loop in the area and headed towards the little canyon where we heard 2 bugles late the night before...

I am going to break for a bit and share some back story... My wife was a city girl through and through until she met me. She was born and raised in the Denver area and her outdoor activities were capped at occasional fishing trips to cherry creek, a horse back ride where she found out she was allergic and a camping trip where they got flooded out and her brother dropped his oakleys in a forest service outhouse.

For the last 17 years she has grown and became an amazing outdoors woman. Every year she takes on something new. Despite all she has accomplished, she carries with her a burden that I can't get her to shake. She is always trying to conquer an unseen enemy. She works hard to impress me and does not want to disappoint me or have me disappointed in her. It has been hard on both of us at times, but also an amazing gift. It provides her with drive and motivation... She started actually archery hunting about 5 years ago, and in all those years we have had many close and amazing encounters, but something always goes wrong. All I want for her is success and to have fun, but she seems to put extra pressure on herself... Over the years she has taken several animals with her rifle and called in tons of elk for my archery. She has one archery kill, which was a doe antelope from a blind.

As the sun was setting we stood atop a small rock outcropping. The evening was silent wind was perfect for what we did. But again the elk had all disappeared. In a last ditch effort I decided to let out a last bugle before heading back to the vehicle... We got the low groan of a bull from below. I let out a few cow calls as she picked a spot to set up and my son and I went up the hill 100 yards to call. I never hear her shot and only an elk crashing through the trees followed her calling.

We gathered and replay the situation. It was literally the first time she has ever had a bull in range. She was a mess but was confident in her shot. We sit a 1/2 hour. We get out our flashlights and start to trail. The bull ran away from her in an absolute crap hole of down timber. She described the shot as very good and in the ribs up and down was just below mid body. The arrow buried to the fetching. We went on his trail for about 40 yards before first sign of blood. She kept explaining what should have been a great lung kill shot. So I was hopeful that we would find him in the dead fall where we heard all the crashing.

The blood was not heavy at all and in the 100 yards of dead fall there was only light drops, no heavy blood and no bubbles from lungs etc. After the bull made it through the dead fall we followed his trail up hill another 60 yards to a ridge top where he lost the arrow. The arrow was covered in clean blood tip to tip. No bubbles and again not heavy blood, no clots etc.

After the arrow fell out we lost the blood trail in the dark entirely. It had been almost 2 hours since the shot and the trail was just not visible at all. We marked the location and backed out for the night to return the next day.

She was upset of course. She was afraid that I was disappointed in her, and worse she felt as if she had let her son down. After all he was calling it in for her etc. We returned to camp and after a few tears and reassurance we got a little sleep.

From: coelker
08-Sep-20

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arrow was clean blood no guts
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arrow was clean blood no guts
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Arrows was covered entire length
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Arrows was covered entire length
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We left the blazer with packs and anticipation... Returned with disappointment!!!
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We left the blazer with packs and anticipation... Returned with disappointment!!!
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Shot placement she said was maybe 4" below the grey mark on this photo? Any thought? Has to be liver right?
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Shot placement she said was maybe 4" below the grey mark on this photo? Any thought? Has to be liver right?
The next morning we were up early and ready to haul out meat. I kept asking the questions about placement and kept replaying it all as did she... I was convinced we would find the bull in pretty short order.

We left the blazer with the packs and optimism.

We went back to last blood and looked and could not find any thing at all. Tracks alone were impossible to follow simply because it was so dry and had been so long since it rained. There were tracks everywhere...

From where the arrow fell out it was nearly 80 yards before we found any blood, and even then it was 3 little drops as he crested a ridge into a new drainage. Again we followed the trail and lost all blood and in the sage park his track got mixed in with a bunch more.

Again no blood for over 80 yards until I found just a spot on a rock as he left the sage park. He entered another set of dead fall where the blood was again minimal. In my years I have shot 2 bulls I have not recovered. Both were in the brisket and both bled more than this and both had bedded at least once in the first 600 yard of blood trail. We were over 600 yards on this trail with less blood and the tracks did not appear to break stride. I have also hit one bull in the liver and the blood from that shot was significantly heavier and the bull only went 80 yards before he bedded the first time (it took 14 hours for him to die but never ran, and only went 230 yards total).

At about 600 yards the blood stopped entirely, the area where is stopped was covered in tracks fro the night before. We spent the next 4 hours looking griding and searching. Te storm was starting to build so I ran my wife and son back to camp so they could eat clean up and pack for heading home. I returned to the search for another couple hours until the winds was breaking trees off and the snow and lightning began. Never found another drop of blood, never found a bed where he laid. He covered 600 yards with out breaking stride and I have had bloody noses that bled more...

After reviewing everything and having my wife point exactly where she hit I am convinced she was behind the lung and did not hit the liver very hard if at all. I can explain it, just crazy that he never once slowed down, and never bedded and the arrow went through etc.

So our opening weekend was a mix of good and bad. I feel for her, and this is truly the very first animal she has ever hit and lost. She is normally very lethal, she is patient and takes a good shot every time. I just think she pick a spot too far back, and despite not have any guts and clean blood, she just missed anything extremely vital. Since it has snowed and the wind is blowing etc. I will o back up this weekend and look again hard to find the bull.

From: BOWNBIRDHNTR
08-Sep-20
I have had some very similar life experiences with my wife as well. Nothing makes me happier than her being successful and never have I worked harder to recover her animals. I, too, am never disappointed in her if she doesn't kill an animal but I know she puts added pressure on herself. I don't think there's anything we can do to prevent that. Best of luck locating her bull and enjoy the rest of the season!

From: coelker
15-Sep-20

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Good view in the morning with potential until the atvs and crossbows showed up.
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Good view in the morning with potential until the atvs and crossbows showed up.
So I spent another 8 hours this week looking for the bull my wife hit. Thursday night I saw a bull about 2 miles away through the glass that was up feeding and looked identical to the bull she hit, it had a wound in an area where the arrow had been. He was not moving fast but was near water and feeding. We tried twice this weekend to locate him on the hunt, but no luck. So I am not sure what to think, 4 days laters and he was up and eating and drinking, but was completely alone..

So this weekend (Second Archery weekend my wife was on call and could not hunt. Friday night I went to camp solo. The storm that blew in on Monday messed things up. In many ways. Had caught 5 mice in traps over the week and then caught 4 more over the weekend.

Friday night I hit up a willow creek bottom, no elk or deer.

Saturday morning I went up to a small chunk of BLM surrounded by private, no elk anywhere just "Cross Bow" Hunters Driving ATVs, smoking cigarettes and yelling over the machine noise. Good thing I had low expectations. Saturday morning back into town, Son had a football game. Playing safety he had a few tackles and 1 interception. Spent the midday working on the yard and then headed to hunt that evening.

From: coelker
15-Sep-20

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The snow was so heavy and wet it was packing unreal... A spade shovel of snow was easily 6-8 pounds.
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The snow was so heavy and wet it was packing unreal... A spade shovel of snow was easily 6-8 pounds.
Saturday evening. The weather the week before got crazy. Wind and snow and cold. Most in the west experienced it to some degree. I feel like we got absolutely hammered by the storm. Both wind and snw wise. Most of the snow melted in a couple days, but where the wind went to work things might not open up until spring in a few spot.

Satirday night we decided to head south into a new area that has lots of mixed ownership. 2 hours before dark I spot a group of bulls a long ways off and between us was mixed ownership. So we take off in the blazer hoping to get close before dark. With 45 minutes left of light we got on a small 2 track that would allow us to get within 600 yards of the feeding bulls. Things were going great, blazer was busting drifts and working hard, then bam a drift that was way deeper than the rest. Took us just over an hour to dig out using the last of the light and the flashlight to get out. No elk, nothing but cold and wet. This caused us to retreat to the house and not go up to camp. Dang storm.... My blazer does not get stuck often but when it does it is stuck stuck...

From: coelker
15-Sep-20

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our morning hike up the road
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our morning hike up the road
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My callers and Grouse hunter...
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My callers and Grouse hunter...
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Road Block... I carry a saw but this was a couple hours of work and the 1st of 3 piles in the next mile.
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Road Block... I carry a saw but this was a couple hours of work and the 1st of 3 piles in the next mile.
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the largest upturned root I have ever found...
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the largest upturned root I have ever found...
So Saturday night home to shower dry clothes and regroup for sunday. Sunday morning the boy and I get back up at 4:30 am and load up in the blazer with certain place in mind. Things were going well until just before sunrise we hit a roadblock. Again that storm really messed with our access and the country. Luckily in this spot no atvs or anything were making it around so we just added extra distance to the hike (an additional 1.5 miles each way).

That morning the sunrise was pleasant and despite lots of elk tracks no luck before sunrise. As the morning went on we would run into 3 groups of elk, seeing a total of 20 cows+ cows calves and 2 spike bulls and a small rag horn. It was a great morning as my son called in a calf elk to 3 yards from me and only 8 from himself.

I seriously can not explain ow destructive that storm was... There are thousands of down tress in the area now. Not little trees either. We saw entire stands that were 80 yards wide 100+ long there were all snapped off 6 foot from the ground. There are places where we were hiking before that are now 6 foot deep with dead fall.

In the pics. The one is of a root from a fallen tree. The largest on I have ever saw. On the one wallow we had 4 trees fall on top of it. Just creazy.

From: coelker
15-Sep-20

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Old wallow detroyed by trees found a new one...
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Old wallow detroyed by trees found a new one...
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The ground is either rocky or deadfall. There are not many places that are easy to navigate. I am finding a few like this ridge...
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The ground is either rocky or deadfall. There are not many places that are easy to navigate. I am finding a few like this ridge...
Sunday afternoon we wore completely wasted from the morning hike. The blow down is killer on knees and hips. We made a quick lunch and took a nap in camp. That evening I picked a new area that should be an easier hike. It was easier and a good area. It took us an hour plus of hiking to find and sign but when we did it got heavier as we went further in... Just before dark we finally hit the mother load. For the last 45 minutes we worked a very large bull in the timber and 2 other rag horns. They were screaming left and right. The big bull was glunking all over and things were awesome, excpet for that damn storm.

We got with in 100 yards of the big bull and his cows and they were heading out way until the got stuck in the dead fall. So we watched them for the last 20 minutes of light trying to figure out how to get out to our meadow area. All the while the bulls were screaming and just trying to join our cow party and bugle fest.

They never made it out... As we headed out in the dark with our flashlights we could still hear the group on the ridge calling and working. We will be heading back for that bull for sure...

From: coelker
21-Sep-20
Well I believe the time has come to seek a handle name change from coelker to wyoelker... Details to follow...

From: BOWNBIRDHNTR
21-Sep-20
Looking forward to it!

From: coelker
21-Sep-20

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Pano shot are cool but lack details... Lots of country to see
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Pano shot are cool but lack details... Lots of country to see
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on the way up my son decided that this has to be a lucky moth. The moth stayed with us all night until after dark. He liked my pack
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on the way up my son decided that this has to be a lucky moth. The moth stayed with us all night until after dark. He liked my pack
Friday night rolls around. I spent one more night after work looking for the bull my wife had hit earlier in the year and still no sign, no birds nothing. I am still somewhat convinced I saw the bull up feeding and eating a week ago around 2 miles from where he was hit.

Friday evening rolled around, I am really struggling with family vs hunting activities. My wife opted out of the evening hunt leaving the afternoon to just my son and myself. By the time we got showered, loaded etc. it was 5:00 pm. Luckily, I always have a few random spots for after work or short hours. an hour after we left the house we were a 1/4 mile into the woods with some decent daylight left in a totally new area. Since it was going to get dark and the wind was blowing pretty steady we opted to go straight up to a little peak and glass and listen for the evening. The view was very good when we arrived on top. Sadly just as we topped out, I realized that the glass was back home... So much for glassing all the parks we could see. To the west where we just came from was a long open ridge, to the north was series of sage flats that ran a ridge/saddle line between 2 drainages. To the east was steep nasty cut that dropped quickly into timber and some aspen. The wind was dumping hard into this cut.

We sat for a few minutes and of course in the distance we start seeing elk, but without glass that is all we can tell. From out point there is a rocky ridge heading east on the north side of the deep cut.

As we sit my son get restless pretty fast and starts bugling and par-coring on the rocks. About his 3rd bugle we get a response about 800 yards down the cut in the aspens. He gets excited and comes running over. The problem is to make a move we will need to drop in a 1000 yards and loose 1400 feet in elevation. Not the end of the world but we were trying to decide if we could make it before dark.

From: coelker
21-Sep-20
Time was getting short and the decision to drop down was not easy. My son decides to bugle again and see the response. The bull down low fires back instantly, then William cuts him off and gets him really pissed. At that we decide we better go. As We gathered our stuff we hear a branch break really close and down wind from us. My son freezes as we are in the wide open on top and I tell him we better mover there is an elk close. He stands up to move and all I here is "oh crap dad" and he turns to run past me with huge eyes... I get up to my knees and see antlers just over the narrow ridge we were on. My son ran back 20 yards around the point and started calling. I try to crawl down a touch our of sight of the bull who surely saw us and some how came in from under our wind.

I slide down about 10 yards and knock and arrow and range what I can see. I sneak up a little more and cant see the bull.

My son still calling, and I see the bull starting to circle wind. When he first appeared he was right at 60 yards out, definitely too far out considering the stiff wind we had. By the time I relocate him he had came another 20 yards and was trying to figure out how to get across the rocks to us.

At this point I could tell his sides did not match up but he was a solid 6 on one side...

He circles to our left downhill and into a small patch of stunted growth pines. I whistle/chip and he stops perfectly broadside at 40 yards. with his vital in a perfect V of the trees.

From: huntdoc
21-Sep-20
Loving this story! Can't wait to see what is next.

From: coelker
21-Sep-20
I draw, and as soon as my string touches my nose the pins were perfect, 40 yard pin right where I wanted it. I release quickly and watch the arrow fly into the v of the trees. on a perfect line until the very last second we have problem. I lose sight of the arrow and see a mall twig fly into the are. The bull jolts into the trees about 40 yards away and stands for a few minutes.

I replay what happened as he slips off out of sight. The arrow was on a perfect flight until the last foot.

We wait 30 minutes and it is just getting dark. We slip down from the ridge and to where the bull was standing. I look back and replay the event and find a small twig that was freshly cut. We go about 10 feet in the direction of the bulls travel and see my arrow. Obvious that it was a passthrough. But I do not like the sign... Not lung or heart for sure, but did not stink like guts, but looked like guts.

We follow the track to where the bull stood for a split second no blood at all... As we whisper I look up and 80 yards in the trees I see the bull stand from a bed and slowly slip away...

We pull out in the dark. In over 20 years I have only twice hit an animal and not recovered it. One was a brisket shot and last year I hit a bull on the last day squarely in the shoulder then on the bottom of the brisket. Last year has haunted me in the worst way...

From: coelker
21-Sep-20

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Sneaking through every 2 step stop and glass.
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Sneaking through every 2 step stop and glass.
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the meadow where my wife and son sat... This was from where I spotted the bull laying..
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the meadow where my wife and son sat... This was from where I spotted the bull laying..
Friday night no sleep, alarm set for 4:30. need to beat anyone up to the spot so they don't blow out my bull. I am still at a loss for what happened. When we arrive at the trailhead 2 others are getting ready to head in and we tell them the situation and they gladly agree to head in the opposite direction.

We reach the peak as the sun rises and sit and listen and watch. We glass everything we can see hoping to see him from a distance instead of walking up on him. Nothing. The time comes to face my fears.

About 80 yards downhill from where we last saw him is a small meadow, it is the easiest and quickest route for a bull to escape. I send my son and wife to the bottom of the park and set them up opening they might get a shot at the bull if he exits the stands of trees he was last in. I take up the track going extra, extra, extra slow. 2 step and glass everything 3 times, then 2 more steps and glass everything... Blood on the track was very sparse, and in the bed we bumped him out of there was one little clot the size of a silver dollar. Not good at all...

I ease up in the general direction he was last seen. By now I am just 60 yards from the park where I sent my wife and son. Again stop glass, and look, listens and move another 2 steps. It is then the emotions got to me. I look up and see the bull.

21-Sep-20
Great story so far can’t wait for the rest!

From: coelker
21-Sep-20

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Spooted with the naked eye, I looked past him several times with the glass... Crazy how hard they can be to see even from 20 yards...
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Spooted with the naked eye, I looked past him several times with the glass... Crazy how hard they can be to see even from 20 yards...
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from the front...
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from the front...
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my sons face says it all... Accomplishment, pride, determination etc. He has been hiking 10+ miles a day and was certain we were not going to find the bull...
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my sons face says it all... Accomplishment, pride, determination etc. He has been hiking 10+ miles a day and was certain we were not going to find the bull...
I yell out in celebration then sit down and wait for my wife and son to join me. It was great, my sons first called bull and the relief felt was unreal. It was 7:44 am and almost exactly 12 hours from the last time I saw the bull slipping in the trees.

Total distance traveled was less than 200 yards from shot.

From: coelker
21-Sep-20

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the boys got it done... 6 on one side and bust skill 5 on the other with good brows a devil tine..
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the boys got it done... 6 on one side and bust skill 5 on the other with good brows a devil tine..
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My son insisted on packing the head. His pack did not fit well and the wind on top was raging, but he carried the head just over 1.25 miles to the blazer.
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My son insisted on packing the head. His pack did not fit well and the wind on top was raging, but he carried the head just over 1.25 miles to the blazer.
We took a few pictures and started to get to work. At 9:15 we had the bull all broke down in bags. The pack out was 200 yards straight up and just over a mile of along somewhat steep open down hill.

First trip out my son and wife split all out equipment and I carried a hind quarter on my shoulder.

Second trip our I took both front quarters, both back straps, both tenderloins and all the neck, rib and burger scraps... It was way heavy. My wife took a hind quarter and my son took the head...

Just a note, my wife does not allow me to take the lower leg off until we are out of the woods. She needs the extra length for leverage. With it attached she can handle and move the hind quarter. If it was just me the legs would be gone.

The entire elk was back to the blazer by noon.

From: coelker
21-Sep-20

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For 10 years old he has a lot of grit and very little quit... He fell a couple times and needed mom help regaining feet etc. I had the pack down as tight to him as I could get, but heads are a mess. I also forgot all my parachute chord so we were force to ratchet strap him in. My son got a work out for sure...

https://youtu.be/gHEIaPIgYbk

From: coelker
21-Sep-20
Good weekend. Now to add a little variety to our hunts this weekend, I am going back after lope and mule deer...

From: Gotta Hunt
21-Sep-20
That boy has Grit!! Congrats on the bull. Looks like lots of adventures ahead for you and your boy.

From: Jasper
21-Sep-20
What an awesome story of perseverance, from all the storm issues to finding the bull! You’re son is very blessed to have a dad like you and we’re blessed to learn from and read your stories. Thanks and well done! John

From: Hancock West
21-Sep-20
Great story, thanks for sharing. The young man looks like he's hooked for life!

From: JohnMC
21-Sep-20
Great story! But where did the arrow hit him?

From: coelker
21-Sep-20

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It is tight but you can squeeze a bull in a blazer with your wife, kids and all your gear... My daughter when she was 6 nick named the blazer gut pile... My jeep is strawberry...
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It is tight but you can squeeze a bull in a blazer with your wife, kids and all your gear... My daughter when she was 6 nick named the blazer gut pile... My jeep is strawberry...
So as I play everything back, my arrow definitely deflected at the last second. the arrow entered the 4th to 5th to last rib at a hard angle, it exited the guts on the far side right in front of the rear quarter. Luckily it hit one lung, center punched the liver before going into guts.

There was almost no blood at all, maybe 10 gumball drop sized splats total plus the small clot in the bed.

Also I always take a pic of the blazer we affectionately call gut pile. On the back gut pile showed that we had a lot of close encounters that the elk won, but finally we got on the board..,

From: Jasper
21-Sep-20
What an awesome story of perseverance, from all the storm issues to finding the bull! You’re son is very blessed to have a dad like you and we’re blessed to learn from and read your stories. Thanks and well done! John

From: Brotsky
21-Sep-20
What an awesome story and a perfect outcome! Your son is turning into one heck of a young man! Congratulations to you on your bull and to you and your wife for raising a great outdoors family!

From: BigSkyHntr
21-Sep-20
Great story, and congrats on your bull!!

From: Jasper
21-Sep-20
What an awesome story of perseverance, from all the storm issues to finding the bull! You’re son is very blessed to have a dad like you and we’re blessed to learn from and read your stories. Thanks and well done! John

From: Scoot
21-Sep-20
Congrats to you on the job you did getting that young guy out there. Congrats to you on finding a gal who'd pack out your elk with you (I love my wife, but in my next life my bride will love to hike and hunt). You look to have life by the short hairs, as far as I can see in this thread! What an awesome experience for you, your wife, your son, and your whole family.

From: JB
24-Sep-20
Congrats and thanks for taking us along!! I was rooting for your wife to find hers. Sometimes things don't pan out, but the hunt is still extremely successful. You and your wife are doing an amazing job raising a family!! Juggling activities and hunting is a lot of work. And you still have tags to fill so good luck!!!!

From: Hancock West
24-Sep-20
Thanks for sharing. Well written too!. Glad things are working out in the new state.

From: bowhunter24
24-Sep-20
Thanks for sharing your story I really appreciate it. Congrats on the elk but more congrats for your great family!

From: Paul@thefort
24-Sep-20
That was just wonderful and uplifting for sure. A family that hunts together, sticks and loves together. Nicely done all around. My best, Paul

From: Inshart
24-Sep-20
WOW, just tremendous to watch you and your family making memories. That video ---- Ha, I'm still smiling - love it!!!!!!

From: huntdoc
25-Sep-20
Awesome stuff there!! Can I hire your son to call for me next year? Congrats on a great season so far and looking forward to more!

From: coelker
25-Sep-20

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So here is the deal with my son. I love it, but holy crap am I afraid of my future. I am working out now and trying to get in better shape. Given his current level of dedication and fitness, I see a lot of pain in my future. Growing up my father, was always limiting in how we could hunt. Not to say anything bad, but if it was not with in a 200 yards of a road we would not go. As a kid early on when I was hunting. I would be told things like don't look down there we wont even bother with anything in there... It was always so limiting and frustrating that in some way I began to resent hunting with my father. I love him do not get me wrong and will cherish all our memories, but when I finally went to college and could hunt "MY" way, I spent significantly less time with my father and more on my own. I still make it a point to hunt with him as much as possible (usually help him fill his tags) and now that I am older and have proved to him how to pack out animals and that I have his back he hunts a lot more places and works a little harder.

From my feelings and how we hunted when I was younger, I made a promise to myself to never be the limiting factor on a hunt for my kids. So far I have made it work, and someday I will be more baggage than help but when my son is old enough to hunt I want him to be able to hunt he wants and where he wants. I don't want to be the limiting factor.

I am sure others can relate, I still love hunting with my dad, but I really really really love hunting with my kids and wife.

This weekend I am heading to look for a mule deer and a lope. Wish me luck...

This is one of my favorite pics. My best friend from high school and son on the look..

From: JohnMC
25-Sep-20
Let me just say this. I am now sitting over a waterhole I have killed 3 bears at and seen some elk but not the first spot I’d choose to try and kill a elk. My daughter is with me who is a senior in high school. It is the fifth year she come along with a bear rifle tag. She badly wants to kill a bear. Seems if she not here I see bear but together lucks not been on our side. Next year she is off to college could be our last mountain hunt for a while. She also got a antelope tag and a deer tag latter in the year. Just typing this is emotional being this will be last year of hunting with her at least as a kid.

I guess the point is don’t worry about limiting him just enjoy the next few years they will fly by. You can always start shifting the weight to his pack if you are having trouble keeping up! Your way of doing might not be your dads way but he obviously started the passion for you. Sound like you have done the same with your kid.

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