Well you guys asked for it so I guess here we go. Put your shoes on pull up an easy chair get real comfortable here we go.
We arrived at our camp on stub draw Thursday before the Blackpowder season opened. After we got camp set up, we went out for a short evening hunt with the boys going one direction and I another. It was real quiet until about the last hour of shooting light when I heard the first bugle. I moved in the direction the bugle was coming from and another bugle joined in. I got to within 150 yards of the bulls and ran out of shooting light so backed out quietly. Got back to camp and found the boys kind of dejected they hadn\'t heard or saw a thing but their spirits picked right up when I said I got as close as I did. We hiked back in the next morning in the dark and had bulls talking before we could even see. We hiked up a short Ridge got all set up and did our first set of the morning and within three minutes had a six point and two spikes casually walk in parading buy all three of us inside 15 yards. He was really pretty but just not the bull we had waited 12 years for. We chased more bugling bulls that morning but with the full moon and the warm weather they bedded pretty early and we gave it up and went back to camp. That evening we chased more bulls but didn\'t get close to anything although we did see more. The next morning we were back in the dark and this time we were real close when they started talking. We had three or four real nice bulls going on both sides of us and we were trying to decide which one to chase when four head of cows and calves came busting out of the timber and ran across a little clearing we were in. There was one loan Pondarosa pine tree about 80 yards away that the cows ran by and I told the boys we need to be right there. My son told me to get there and I took off. I had just gotten to the tree when the bull bugle again less than 100 yards away. And there he was. I glanced at the two boys and they were still stuck out in the middle of this little park in the wide open. He spotted them quite early but evidently couldn\'t tell what they were at proceeded to march right into them, inside 20 yards. I did some cow calls to distract him and he turned and started my way. He was so close to my son that every time Dusty tried to draw the bow, he caught his movement and would freeze. He was heading my way & I was on my knees behind the tree trunk. That rack just kept sticking out farther& farther on either side of the trunk. I knew he was inside 20 yds & Drew. Thats when I made the mistake. I decided to slowly lean out & take the frontal. When my right eye made contact with his left eye it was over. He whirled & took off. We cow called & I hit him with a nervous bark & he hit the brakes. No time to range him & I guessed 60. WRONG! In slow motion I saw the arrow flying perfect & then drop just under his ribs hitting nothing but dirt. Game over! That 2 1/2 mile walk back to camp seemed like 10. But, we felt like we had found their bedroom! That evening we hiked in early with packs loaded with everything we needed to bring one out. We were confident! On the way in, I decided to set a wallow & told the boys to kill a big one. When they came out that evening, they were bummed! Hadn\'t saw or heard anything. I hadn\'t been on the wallow for 30 minutes & had a little 6/5 in the mud & not 30 minutes after he left another 6x was taking a bath.I passed on both at 17 yds. The boys were sure we had busted them from the honey hole & felt we probably were just hiking in to retrieve the packs, but they were screaming when we got there. Dusty said \"I don\'t care if I have to chase him 5 more miles, I\'m gonna kill a bull. We separated with me going towards a throaty growling bull to the west & Dusty & Shawn towards 3 that were screaming to the east. I heard the boys cow calling, the bull screaming & then it sounded like a Volkswagen going through the brush. 10 minutes later I saw Shawn slip down & shoulder both of their packs. I knew we had meat in the pot! He had killed the bull less than 100 yds from where I had missed the day before. We went to work & had him back in camp on ice by 3 that afternoon. About 10 miles packing! I should have taken a pic of the 3 of us in our bvd\'s, sprawled out in the camp chairs with that 12 pack. Would have been a classic! The rest of the week was awesome also. Several close encounters with swirling wind or blunders on our part preventing me from punching my tag. We saw close to 150 head of elk, including an absolute monster 7/7 that would push 375\",several deer, including a 190 class bruiser just begging to be shot, 4 bear, coyotes, turkey\'s, & 1 mountain lion. We can\'t say thanks enough to the guys on here who helped us plan this hunt. We will remember it for the rest of our lives. Thanks for helping a PC dip stick post his video Brad. Hope you guys & gals enjoyed it!
Yes and yes Dan, one bull will lead all those cows and one will breed them all, assuming they don\'t get pulled away by another bull. Seems like a lot of work doesn\'t it? That\'s why I decided to just stick with ONE wife
I agree with Derek.
Thats why when bulls get herded up with cows, its a bit more difficult to get to them, or get them away from the cows.
Some of my best success is when those bulls are looking for those cows
Two different scenarios.
You see the herd bull is a 400\" beast. DO you set in right away after him? Trail him? Try to call him away? Or wait for another time where he may not have so many eyes on him.
Scenario two: You have a cow tag. Do you try to take one? Are there too many eyes? Do you follow them? Or just keep moving?
Dan
In the above video, it is much too open to make much of a move - either on a cow or bull.
I would flank them as they get into thicker stuff and then make a move.
But not sure I would call as you give up your position.
Flank and work in on the herd. That bull will be circling and mingling with the cows.
Once they hit the timber, they will slow down some too.
Pick off a cow when you get get a shot
The video clip with all the cows was taken in the evening over a great little water hole. We hiked in around 3 pm & the bulls were screaming. Actually there were 3 other bulls hanging around that herd, but it was pretty easy to tell who\'s your daddy. It was an exceptionally hot day & when they committed to coming to the water he kept them on course as well as making sure the satellites had no fun. There was a favorable mild wind all afternoon, but about the time they showed it got squirrelly . They winded us at around 80 yds & thundered off in a cloud of dust. They were still talking so we decided to stay until dark. About 30 minutes later, here they came again from a different direction only to catch a whiff of us again. 20 minutes later they were back & that time closed to 60 before the dang wind shifted. We stayed until dark & were back in there in the dark the next morning. Bulls were still screaming close, but it was apparent they had been in the pond in the moonlight. That little clearing was covered up with sign & stunk like you can\'t imagine. Wish we could have stayed to watch the late night orgy. The ground was tore up in several spots from bulls going at each other. It was a terrific spot & only about 1/4 mile from the truck which we parked in a beautiful camp spot. When Shawn draws that tag in the next year or two, we know exactly where we will be. This was also the area we saw the monster 7x7 & he had assumed control of that herd a little later on in the week. I\'d sell those coordinates but Brad would want all the royalties....
That first bull was a stud. Liked the video, but not the music. That\'s what really makes some of these hunting shows unbearable. To much music.
A little is ok, but I feel it takes away from the video.
Great video and some good camera work without a tripod!! :clap: