Sierra 1
12-14-2010, 07:21 AM
After over 25 years of talking about going elk hunting with my Dad we finally found the time to make it happen in 2010. We had access to hunt some private property near Montrose, Colorado. The property was situated in the valley surrounded by mountains in the distance.
The weather report did not look promising for our hunt. The highs were going to be in the 80’s with the lows only in the 50’s. With the weather warmer than usual, I knew that if we did see a bull in the low country that everything had to be perfect for us to score on a bull. Controlling our human odor was going to make or break our hunt. To control our human odor we would rely on our ScentLok Max-1 Savanah clothing along with our Wildlife Research Center Scent Killer and cover scents.
During our hunt our strategy was going to be to sit on a water hole. On the third afternoon of our hunt my Dad and I were sitting on a water hole hunting from a Ghost Blind. This water hole was the largest watering hole around for several miles. When we got set up for our hunt, the wind was perfect but a few hours into the hunt the wind began to change and started swirling all around the pond.
One hour before dark, I heard some branches breaking to the left of us. I looked that way and saw a large set of antlers coming our way. I told my Dad to get ready, and before I knew it the bull was at the water hole drinking right where the wind was swirling the most. My Dad came to full draw and let his arrow fly. His arrow went low and hit the mud a few feet in front of the bull. The bull trotted out into the water, turned and looked right at us. By the time the bull stopped to see what had just happened, I had already drawn my Mathews Z7, and my arrow was on the way! My arrow found its mark and buried the Muzzy head deep in the bull behind his shoulder! The bull jumped and began to run toward the heavy cover that he had just come from. In less than 30 seconds all was quiet.
After a quick celebration my Dad wanted to go and try to find the bull. We walked in the direction that the bull had run and at the end of the drainage ditch there he lay! The bull had only gone 50 yards after the shot. He was a mature 6X4 bull and to this date he is the biggest bull that has been taken from this piece of property.
After 25 years of talking about elk hunting we made it happen and boy what a great hunt it was! I can not wait to head back to Colorado next year for another father/son hunt!
The weather report did not look promising for our hunt. The highs were going to be in the 80’s with the lows only in the 50’s. With the weather warmer than usual, I knew that if we did see a bull in the low country that everything had to be perfect for us to score on a bull. Controlling our human odor was going to make or break our hunt. To control our human odor we would rely on our ScentLok Max-1 Savanah clothing along with our Wildlife Research Center Scent Killer and cover scents.
During our hunt our strategy was going to be to sit on a water hole. On the third afternoon of our hunt my Dad and I were sitting on a water hole hunting from a Ghost Blind. This water hole was the largest watering hole around for several miles. When we got set up for our hunt, the wind was perfect but a few hours into the hunt the wind began to change and started swirling all around the pond.
One hour before dark, I heard some branches breaking to the left of us. I looked that way and saw a large set of antlers coming our way. I told my Dad to get ready, and before I knew it the bull was at the water hole drinking right where the wind was swirling the most. My Dad came to full draw and let his arrow fly. His arrow went low and hit the mud a few feet in front of the bull. The bull trotted out into the water, turned and looked right at us. By the time the bull stopped to see what had just happened, I had already drawn my Mathews Z7, and my arrow was on the way! My arrow found its mark and buried the Muzzy head deep in the bull behind his shoulder! The bull jumped and began to run toward the heavy cover that he had just come from. In less than 30 seconds all was quiet.
After a quick celebration my Dad wanted to go and try to find the bull. We walked in the direction that the bull had run and at the end of the drainage ditch there he lay! The bull had only gone 50 yards after the shot. He was a mature 6X4 bull and to this date he is the biggest bull that has been taken from this piece of property.
After 25 years of talking about elk hunting we made it happen and boy what a great hunt it was! I can not wait to head back to Colorado next year for another father/son hunt!