Growing up in canyon country, I rolled a lot of rocks.
My favorite rock rolling story was some first-hand stuff from the crew that built the road off of Yarnell Hill in AZ (between Wickenburg and Prescott). I worked with some of the guys who pioneered the road. The giant boulders they rolled off the hill with dozers went for nearly a mile out onto the desert floor. They are still there.
I have to think back a few years. I believe we had 3 10’s and 2 9’s on that slope. It may have been an 8 cutting the backslope.Blue hair
D8’s?
Now....... that’s a thread that could get some traction with this wild bunch.I was frozen with fear and indecision.
I've throwed my share of rocks into the gully over the years. I don't remember ever flushing out a buck.What Kills Me is This:
Hunters Always Rolling Rocks off the Edges of Basins Thinking They'll Kick the Big Bucks up!
I Guess it Could Happen!
Most of Them Bucks Held their Ground & Laughed at alot of JACK-ASS Hunters!
Sold what, CAT in CO? If so we probably have met.Many years ago...on Baxter Pass my dad use to roll rocks to get the bucks up. It worked. He was the best shot I have ever known...always in the head...with open sights.
Bluehair your photos of the Cats brings back many memories of mine reclamation projects. I have sold a bunch of em !