Well, back a little early from my elk hunt this year. Ups and downs, as per usual. Peech, pictured here, expressed what she thought of the whole deal.
Wife packed a camp in for us (me, a friend named Paschal, and Neighbor Scott). I was the only one with a tag this year, but the other two guys wanted to do some calling. Perfect. In one of the photos below, it looks like I\'m picking a flower for my wife as thanks. I\'m not, but that\'s what I tell people.
But after we got set up and Wife took her horse back to the pickup, my horse, Peech, freaked out, stumbled, tore her halter off, and took off into the forest. The hunt was off to a real crappy start. We\'d be hunting Peech instead of elk. It wasn\'t the first time, and what makes it worse, it was my fault. Oh, well.
Thankfully, Scott went back to his pickup and spent the night there. Around 3:30 a.m., he heard a bump on the passenger side window. It was Peech.
So, tag number one had been filled ... horse found.
Wife packed a camp in for us (me, a friend named Paschal, and Neighbor Scott). I was the only one with a tag this year, but the other two guys wanted to do some calling. Perfect. In one of the photos below, it looks like I\'m picking a flower for my wife as thanks. I\'m not, but that\'s what I tell people.
But after we got set up and Wife took her horse back to the pickup, my horse, Peech, freaked out, stumbled, tore her halter off, and took off into the forest. The hunt was off to a real crappy start. We\'d be hunting Peech instead of elk. It wasn\'t the first time, and what makes it worse, it was my fault. Oh, well.
Thankfully, Scott went back to his pickup and spent the night there. Around 3:30 a.m., he heard a bump on the passenger side window. It was Peech.
So, tag number one had been filled ... horse found.