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LAST EDITED ON Sep-30-14 AT 04:48PM (MST)[p]Looks like Utah isn't the only state that has its share of less than intelligent individuals that ride ATV's. Listen to my story.
Last week I had the privilege of travelling to Wyoming with my younger brother to help him hunt elk in area 45. We were just south of Ten Sleep, WY and basically had the whole mountain to ourselves all morning long. Great elk country! The morning was slow but later that afternoon, across a canyon we saw a few head, a pretty good 300 bull with a couple of spikes, but nothing big enough to cross the deep canyon to chase.
Just before that we took our lunch in the middle of a saddle, between two hills that we wanted to climb to glass and call. While we were setting there two guys, one wearing a University of Wyoming sweatshirt came barrelling down the road on 4 wheelers, both licensed in Wyoming - a red one and a blue one. They both had nice shotguns in the gun racks on the front. We assumed they were hunting grouse. We watched them pass through the saddle and disappear around the side of the hill. We let an hour or so pass and then took a hike up the hill to the top and began glassing. Well, much to our dismay, there the two were, at the bottom of the other side of the hill, at the edge of the canyon, sitting on their wheelers talking.
Pretty soon, they both LEFT the CLEARLY MARKED ROAD - right by the NO OHV VEHICLE sign and began climbing a steep hill up a cow trail. The trail petered out after about 100 yards and they began to then pick their way up the hill, the guy on the red wheeler (hereafter referred to as Red) pretty much went straight up, while the guy on the blue wheeler (hereafter referred to as Blue), took a more angled approach through some pretty heavy sagebrush.
Both were making slow progress and bouncing their wheelers pretty heavily over the brush and rocks. Blue was pretty much bogged down in the heavy brush and at times was completely stopped. Red however, was giving it hell, going nearly straight up. They were about 300 yards up the hill from the bottom and it was getting very steep. The top map showed the hill to be nearly 250 feet vertical rise over about 500 yards.
So Red finally slows down, takes a look at what is in front of him and then just GUNS it over the edge of a patch of sagebrush and it seemed like it was happenning in slow motion.
As he pops the front wheels over the brush, Red's wheeler begins to tip backward and he tries to lean forward but the momentum is too great and I can see that now, there is no stopping the wheeler from going over backwards.
Red tries again to lean forward but it just throws him back even more. The wheeler is now almost vertical and tipping slowly back, even seeming to stop almost at a perfect 90 degree angle. Red bails - almost getting off to the side but he rolls right back behind the wheeler that is now crashing right down on top of him.
I jump up and tell my brother to look but before I can get the words out of my mouth Red's wheeler rolls backwards right on top of him! He disappears beneath it for a moment and the wheeler bounces one half turn and then lands on its wheels, righting itself. I wasn't expecting to see Red get up all - I figured he was out of commission for sure. But, he pops up, grabbing his chest and ribs, and shaking his head a little - to his credit, he was wearing a helmet - and catches the wayward wheeler and climbs right back into the seat.
He immediately starts taking it back down to the base of the hill, grasping his side the hunching over all the way down. Blue is now taking his time, picking his way back down the hill to help his friend. Seeing his buddy's error, he is cautious and it takes him nearly three minutes to reach the bottom where Red is still sitting on the wheeler, grasping his side, moaning, and either hunching over the handle bars or leaning backwards.
Blue finally reaches the bottom and Red gets off and walks around the wheeler - I am surprised he can walk at all. He is clearly in pain and is checking out to see how beat and bent up the wheeler is. All of a sudden he realizes, his shotgun is no longer on the rack.
They rest for a few minutes, drink a couple of beers (Coors Light - my brother's Swarovski spotting scope is freaking awesome!), urinate, check out Red's side (looks like broken ribs for sure)and then head BACK UP the hill on the wheelers looking for the shotgun.
They wander around the hill, way too low - for nearly an hour looking for it. They both try to re-trace Red's tracks, but they never go up high enough on the hill.
We finally decide that we will hike back to the truck and drive around there and see if they need help, though at this point it is obvious that they can make it out on their own. On the hill, they continue to drink some more beer and look for the shotgun, both of them walking fine, though you can tell that Blue is more committed to finding the shotgun than Red is. We head back up the hill on our way to the truck but on our way back we see the elk across the canyon back to the north. So our priorities change immediately.
Well, we went off after the elk and when we get back to the truck we head around to where they were and they are gone. We didn't want to take the time right then to climb that steep SOB of a hill to see if they ever found the shotgun and figure that if they hadn't they would surely come back and look again.
I wish I had it on video - you all would have enjoyed seeing these two idiots try to do what they did to hunt some grouse. If it weren't so sad, it would have been hilarious. No, scratch that - even though it was sad - it was still freaking hilarious.
HOOK 'EM!
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Since I am frequently asked about my religion on this site and others, I have created a profile that explains my beliefs. If you are interested in finding out more about my faith, please visit the link below:
http://mormon.org/me/6RNQ/
Last week I had the privilege of travelling to Wyoming with my younger brother to help him hunt elk in area 45. We were just south of Ten Sleep, WY and basically had the whole mountain to ourselves all morning long. Great elk country! The morning was slow but later that afternoon, across a canyon we saw a few head, a pretty good 300 bull with a couple of spikes, but nothing big enough to cross the deep canyon to chase.
Just before that we took our lunch in the middle of a saddle, between two hills that we wanted to climb to glass and call. While we were setting there two guys, one wearing a University of Wyoming sweatshirt came barrelling down the road on 4 wheelers, both licensed in Wyoming - a red one and a blue one. They both had nice shotguns in the gun racks on the front. We assumed they were hunting grouse. We watched them pass through the saddle and disappear around the side of the hill. We let an hour or so pass and then took a hike up the hill to the top and began glassing. Well, much to our dismay, there the two were, at the bottom of the other side of the hill, at the edge of the canyon, sitting on their wheelers talking.
Pretty soon, they both LEFT the CLEARLY MARKED ROAD - right by the NO OHV VEHICLE sign and began climbing a steep hill up a cow trail. The trail petered out after about 100 yards and they began to then pick their way up the hill, the guy on the red wheeler (hereafter referred to as Red) pretty much went straight up, while the guy on the blue wheeler (hereafter referred to as Blue), took a more angled approach through some pretty heavy sagebrush.
Both were making slow progress and bouncing their wheelers pretty heavily over the brush and rocks. Blue was pretty much bogged down in the heavy brush and at times was completely stopped. Red however, was giving it hell, going nearly straight up. They were about 300 yards up the hill from the bottom and it was getting very steep. The top map showed the hill to be nearly 250 feet vertical rise over about 500 yards.
So Red finally slows down, takes a look at what is in front of him and then just GUNS it over the edge of a patch of sagebrush and it seemed like it was happenning in slow motion.
As he pops the front wheels over the brush, Red's wheeler begins to tip backward and he tries to lean forward but the momentum is too great and I can see that now, there is no stopping the wheeler from going over backwards.
Red tries again to lean forward but it just throws him back even more. The wheeler is now almost vertical and tipping slowly back, even seeming to stop almost at a perfect 90 degree angle. Red bails - almost getting off to the side but he rolls right back behind the wheeler that is now crashing right down on top of him.
I jump up and tell my brother to look but before I can get the words out of my mouth Red's wheeler rolls backwards right on top of him! He disappears beneath it for a moment and the wheeler bounces one half turn and then lands on its wheels, righting itself. I wasn't expecting to see Red get up all - I figured he was out of commission for sure. But, he pops up, grabbing his chest and ribs, and shaking his head a little - to his credit, he was wearing a helmet - and catches the wayward wheeler and climbs right back into the seat.
He immediately starts taking it back down to the base of the hill, grasping his side the hunching over all the way down. Blue is now taking his time, picking his way back down the hill to help his friend. Seeing his buddy's error, he is cautious and it takes him nearly three minutes to reach the bottom where Red is still sitting on the wheeler, grasping his side, moaning, and either hunching over the handle bars or leaning backwards.
Blue finally reaches the bottom and Red gets off and walks around the wheeler - I am surprised he can walk at all. He is clearly in pain and is checking out to see how beat and bent up the wheeler is. All of a sudden he realizes, his shotgun is no longer on the rack.
They rest for a few minutes, drink a couple of beers (Coors Light - my brother's Swarovski spotting scope is freaking awesome!), urinate, check out Red's side (looks like broken ribs for sure)and then head BACK UP the hill on the wheelers looking for the shotgun.
They wander around the hill, way too low - for nearly an hour looking for it. They both try to re-trace Red's tracks, but they never go up high enough on the hill.
We finally decide that we will hike back to the truck and drive around there and see if they need help, though at this point it is obvious that they can make it out on their own. On the hill, they continue to drink some more beer and look for the shotgun, both of them walking fine, though you can tell that Blue is more committed to finding the shotgun than Red is. We head back up the hill on our way to the truck but on our way back we see the elk across the canyon back to the north. So our priorities change immediately.
Well, we went off after the elk and when we get back to the truck we head around to where they were and they are gone. We didn't want to take the time right then to climb that steep SOB of a hill to see if they ever found the shotgun and figure that if they hadn't they would surely come back and look again.
I wish I had it on video - you all would have enjoyed seeing these two idiots try to do what they did to hunt some grouse. If it weren't so sad, it would have been hilarious. No, scratch that - even though it was sad - it was still freaking hilarious.
HOOK 'EM!
_______________________________________
Since I am frequently asked about my religion on this site and others, I have created a profile that explains my beliefs. If you are interested in finding out more about my faith, please visit the link below:
http://mormon.org/me/6RNQ/
