A lot has happened since I was on here last. I went bear hunting 2 more times. No luck, but it was still fun. As it always seems came across more grizzly tracks.
Also, we found some fall bear food. These cones were packed full of whitebark pine seeds. They were pretty good eating. I bet there were between 100 to 200 seeds per cone, the cones were all over the place. So much for the environmentalists claiming there is a major shortage of whitebark pine seeds for the grizzlies!
Next, I had to head to Florida for surgery. Unfortunately it was unsuccessful. I will have to go back sometime in the near future to get it taken care of. This whole experience has taught me a lot. I have become more patient (which helps with hunting) and I am learning to live in the moment and not to worry about things that I cannot control. In a way I am thankful for this whole ordeal.
About 9 days after surgery I was feeling like I could get out and hunt some more. I had the extended archery tag here in Utah. I really wanted to get some archery experience and an archery kill under my belt. With that in mind my sights were set pretty low. I spotted a 3x2 and went after him. I got with in 30 yards of him. He very slightly quartering to me. I thought I could easily make the shot. He turned his head as the arrow was on its way and the arrow deflected off of his antler. It sliced his ear, but that was it. He ran into the trees then came back out with some does. I nocked an arrow and ranged him at 67 yards. I let an arrow fly, I wasn't sure if I hit him, but I put up the binocs and thought I could see blood. He ran into a thicket of trees, and never came out. I walked over to get my arrow. There was a little blood on it. Also, there was quite a bit of hair on the ground.
Then I made a rookie mistake. I could see him lying in the trees. I should have just left him there to die, but I thought it would be best to put another arrow in him. Needless to say I spooked him and he ran off. He left a pretty good blood trail and was hit better than I thought.
The blood trail led down into a thicket of trees but never came out. It was getting dark. I decided it would best to leave him until morning. I took the family with me and sure enough he was in the bottom of the thicket piled up.
Even thought this is my smallest buck to date, I was happy to get my first big game animal with a bow. It sure felt good to notch that tag.
Now it is off to Colorado in a couple days to help my dad with his 3rd season deer tag!