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Bull_Fighter
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Last year I arrowed my first bull on opening morning... A nice 6x7 that I was able to spot and stalk for a perfect double-lung shot. This was a solo, OTC, DIY backcountry hunt in Idaho. No motorized vehicles allowed. Getting the elk out of that canyon alone was the toughest thing I've ever done. Something I'll never forget. I remember saying to myself "I'll never do this again alone!"
It only took until November to erase the negative thoughts. Next thing I knew I was training hard, running, hiking, lifting. Doing everything I could to be in the best shape possible. Could I be considering doing the same thing again next Fall? Hell yes!
This August arrived and I felt like I'm in the best shape I've been in for a long time. Ready to hammer hard and hit the mountains for another go at a great bull elk. I made the long journey into my hunting area and right away the elevation started to hit me, I'm already out of breathe and flashbacks from last year's pack-out were flooding my brain. What was I thinking? The thing that drew me back to the same spot was the abundance of wildlife. The landscape is as vertical as it gets and getting around is no joke, but this is why there are so many elk and so few hunters. The place is absolutely magical!
I hunted hard the first few days of the season but it was too hot and the elk weren't talking. I packed my stuff and went home, planning to come back as the rut progressed. 2 weeks later, I headed into the same spot. I spotted 26 elk, 2 moose, a few deer, 20-something antelope. The forest was alive! My big chance came just this Saturday morning. I was cow calling atop my favorite ridge when a loud bull elk chuckle came from directly below me in the bottom, timbered area. I sprung into action and headed right after him, forgetting my pack and bugle tube where I was sitting. I just had my bow and mouth diaphragm call. I closed the distance to within 100-150 yards. The bull would chuckle back to my cow calls every 20 minutes or so. Foolishly, I held back my position, trying to entice him to come to me, rather than me go to him. I played this game for over an hour and he suddenly stopped chuckling back to me. I then backed out and it was time for me to head home again, empty-handed.
Every part of me knows that I BLEW IT! His chuckling was pretty much an open invitation to run up on him and make a shot. All I can think of is that I knew how hard it would be to get him out of there and mentally I gave up before I even started. Right now I would still be up there busting my ass to pack him out, alone. Could it be that the trauma of doing this last year caused me to sabotage my entire year's worth of effort and planning?
Has anyone else struggled with their mental game this season? Please, share your stories. I need get my mind straight again! The good thing is, the season isn't even half-way through, so I can still go after 'em again. Man am I kicking myself!
It only took until November to erase the negative thoughts. Next thing I knew I was training hard, running, hiking, lifting. Doing everything I could to be in the best shape possible. Could I be considering doing the same thing again next Fall? Hell yes!
This August arrived and I felt like I'm in the best shape I've been in for a long time. Ready to hammer hard and hit the mountains for another go at a great bull elk. I made the long journey into my hunting area and right away the elevation started to hit me, I'm already out of breathe and flashbacks from last year's pack-out were flooding my brain. What was I thinking? The thing that drew me back to the same spot was the abundance of wildlife. The landscape is as vertical as it gets and getting around is no joke, but this is why there are so many elk and so few hunters. The place is absolutely magical!
I hunted hard the first few days of the season but it was too hot and the elk weren't talking. I packed my stuff and went home, planning to come back as the rut progressed. 2 weeks later, I headed into the same spot. I spotted 26 elk, 2 moose, a few deer, 20-something antelope. The forest was alive! My big chance came just this Saturday morning. I was cow calling atop my favorite ridge when a loud bull elk chuckle came from directly below me in the bottom, timbered area. I sprung into action and headed right after him, forgetting my pack and bugle tube where I was sitting. I just had my bow and mouth diaphragm call. I closed the distance to within 100-150 yards. The bull would chuckle back to my cow calls every 20 minutes or so. Foolishly, I held back my position, trying to entice him to come to me, rather than me go to him. I played this game for over an hour and he suddenly stopped chuckling back to me. I then backed out and it was time for me to head home again, empty-handed.
Every part of me knows that I BLEW IT! His chuckling was pretty much an open invitation to run up on him and make a shot. All I can think of is that I knew how hard it would be to get him out of there and mentally I gave up before I even started. Right now I would still be up there busting my ass to pack him out, alone. Could it be that the trauma of doing this last year caused me to sabotage my entire year's worth of effort and planning?
Has anyone else struggled with their mental game this season? Please, share your stories. I need get my mind straight again! The good thing is, the season isn't even half-way through, so I can still go after 'em again. Man am I kicking myself!