WAstickslinger
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LAST EDITED ON Sep-19-06 AT 03:51PM (MST)[p]STOP!!!!!!! You must read the story before you scroll to the pictures. I know; the temptations always make me scroll to the pictures first. Trust me you will not be disappointed on this one.
Let me start way back in August. I received a phone call from my guide Merl. From what I could gather, this Merl, was the best guide I could afford. Unfortunately Merl has asked me not to give out his phone number because he is tired of phone solicitors calling him at 2:00 in the afternoon and waking him up. He also doesn't want the cable guy to contact him, but that is a different story. The phone call; he broke the news that my opening weekend elk hunt had been cancelled due to a "Leave it to Beaver" marathon. So we decided that the second weekend would have to do.
As I arrive at the place we will be camping I see my guide sitting on a stump watching a movie on a portable DVD player and drinking a beer. I asked him how the scouting has been and if he has seen any good bulls for me to shoot. He said that he saw a great 400? bull bugling and pushing cows on ?Bulls Gone Wild? about 2 hours ago. I was beginning to get nervous at this time.
Night one. We made a 2 ? mile hike into a lake to see only a trail of Coors Light cans. The best part was the 2 ? mile hike out in the pitch black. At leaste I had a great dinner at the local cafe. The special was the famous "Peter Melt". Needless to say it was the blunt of all jokes for the entire weekend.
The guide realized we needed to stay lower to find elk. This is information he would have already known had he not been watching movies and getting drunk.
Day two. We finally started seeing elk. There were quite a few bulls in a few fields by the river. We probable saw 6 nice four and five point bulls through out the day. We just could never seal the deal.
Morning Three. I am staring down a large 5X5. He is not coming any closer. I range him?..92 yards. My guide encourages me to shoot. I tell him he is crazy. He grabs my bow, looks at it, and then threw it down. I ask him what the heck he is doing. His response, ?Martin? If ya had a Matthews you could make that shot?
Night three. One last chance. We have the bulls figured out. They will be walking by us at any moment. I hear something he says. Ya, so do I. Wait it kina sounds like 2 Pac or Biggi. Your right, they must be alive. So we sneak around the trees and look through our binos. Low and behold, it wasn?t a famous rapper at all. It was just 150 fans trying to reincarnate the dead rappers by playing their music really loud.
The night is almost done a few cows are still moving out even though the party gets louder and louder. They are very timid. I can hear something crashing. My heart is pumping. Is it finally going to come together?
Stay tuned I will have the rest of the story in one year from now when I hire a new guide. For now TAG STEAK it is.
We actually has a great time and saw lots of elk. But it has just been too hot and dry here in washington. No luck this year. I won't ever forget my "Peter Melt". You can bet I will be back for another.
Let me start way back in August. I received a phone call from my guide Merl. From what I could gather, this Merl, was the best guide I could afford. Unfortunately Merl has asked me not to give out his phone number because he is tired of phone solicitors calling him at 2:00 in the afternoon and waking him up. He also doesn't want the cable guy to contact him, but that is a different story. The phone call; he broke the news that my opening weekend elk hunt had been cancelled due to a "Leave it to Beaver" marathon. So we decided that the second weekend would have to do.
As I arrive at the place we will be camping I see my guide sitting on a stump watching a movie on a portable DVD player and drinking a beer. I asked him how the scouting has been and if he has seen any good bulls for me to shoot. He said that he saw a great 400? bull bugling and pushing cows on ?Bulls Gone Wild? about 2 hours ago. I was beginning to get nervous at this time.
Night one. We made a 2 ? mile hike into a lake to see only a trail of Coors Light cans. The best part was the 2 ? mile hike out in the pitch black. At leaste I had a great dinner at the local cafe. The special was the famous "Peter Melt". Needless to say it was the blunt of all jokes for the entire weekend.
The guide realized we needed to stay lower to find elk. This is information he would have already known had he not been watching movies and getting drunk.
Day two. We finally started seeing elk. There were quite a few bulls in a few fields by the river. We probable saw 6 nice four and five point bulls through out the day. We just could never seal the deal.
Morning Three. I am staring down a large 5X5. He is not coming any closer. I range him?..92 yards. My guide encourages me to shoot. I tell him he is crazy. He grabs my bow, looks at it, and then threw it down. I ask him what the heck he is doing. His response, ?Martin? If ya had a Matthews you could make that shot?
Night three. One last chance. We have the bulls figured out. They will be walking by us at any moment. I hear something he says. Ya, so do I. Wait it kina sounds like 2 Pac or Biggi. Your right, they must be alive. So we sneak around the trees and look through our binos. Low and behold, it wasn?t a famous rapper at all. It was just 150 fans trying to reincarnate the dead rappers by playing their music really loud.
The night is almost done a few cows are still moving out even though the party gets louder and louder. They are very timid. I can hear something crashing. My heart is pumping. Is it finally going to come together?
Stay tuned I will have the rest of the story in one year from now when I hire a new guide. For now TAG STEAK it is.
We actually has a great time and saw lots of elk. But it has just been too hot and dry here in washington. No luck this year. I won't ever forget my "Peter Melt". You can bet I will be back for another.
