manny53
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well being i'm living in oregon last 13 years, so i consider i'm ur neighbor idaho n fell in love with the state many moons ago, cause it looks like home to me, i have hunted idaho on n off thru the years, my boys have been bugging me to take em out of state we first thought was colorado but we snoozed on the good tags so hey the next best thing' idaho...
so i started asking friends what unit should we burn some shoe leather in, and two out of three said 43, again kicking around getting an elk tag we snoozed n they sold out as did the muleys tags did, but i did get my grandson a whitetail tag.
long story short we made camp down at anderson ranch res, good looking country, little did i know there was a huge winter kill in that region ... after wasting three days in there climbing hills we saw a total of 5 deer and bout 250 people, i'm sure the warm weather and the full moon did not help things n how do they not have hunter casualties in there especially lester creek geez, even with all the die off there were people with doe tags, now that i could not understand ...
i knew we had to make some changes fast or we would be eating tag soup...so after a mini debate we decided to head to unit 48, we were not there long when my oldest son jumped this nice 4x3 after not seeing anything for three daze he did not pass up that buck, he did hesitate for a sec but boom he was down...
so the next day in 48 resulted in not seeing a single deer, i did pull a rookie move later that afternoon and thought i found tons of deer tracks n droppings my excitement was short lived when i saw a sheep herder pushing 100 head of sheep not far from the tracks, so i asked the mexican pushing sheep, muy grande vernado" he said se' mountania" k that explains it they're up high not in the sage...
so next morning we drove as far as we could into a canyon then i got on a high point n started glassing bout an hour later i saw movement a nice 26 or 27" buck walking into a patch of willows 450 yards above me i had time to set up and get ready for the shot when the buck stepped out of the willows without thought i pulled the trigger i hit him low hitting him in the front elbow; he then spun to run downhill n that's when i realized i shot the wrong buck this buck was not a wide, my heart sunk i am a trophy hunter at heart n i know how some people think bout that, but tuff shixkie i eat all my trophies...
the bigger buck ran the opposite direction n all i could do was watch, so pushing myself to focus on the buck i hit he was running down towards me i dropped him with another shot he ended up not far from my truck, walking up to him my son jumped a calve elk with her back leg blown off...
i admit i do not know those areas so good 43 or 48 for that matter but i know what big buck country looks like, even so 48 did not have many deer either i would have bet my sons n my buck were the only two in there it seemed e never saw a doe just those two bucks, or well three bucks i should say.
a short drag and a cry baby attitude for the drive home we tagged out
so i started asking friends what unit should we burn some shoe leather in, and two out of three said 43, again kicking around getting an elk tag we snoozed n they sold out as did the muleys tags did, but i did get my grandson a whitetail tag.
long story short we made camp down at anderson ranch res, good looking country, little did i know there was a huge winter kill in that region ... after wasting three days in there climbing hills we saw a total of 5 deer and bout 250 people, i'm sure the warm weather and the full moon did not help things n how do they not have hunter casualties in there especially lester creek geez, even with all the die off there were people with doe tags, now that i could not understand ...
i knew we had to make some changes fast or we would be eating tag soup...so after a mini debate we decided to head to unit 48, we were not there long when my oldest son jumped this nice 4x3 after not seeing anything for three daze he did not pass up that buck, he did hesitate for a sec but boom he was down...
so the next day in 48 resulted in not seeing a single deer, i did pull a rookie move later that afternoon and thought i found tons of deer tracks n droppings my excitement was short lived when i saw a sheep herder pushing 100 head of sheep not far from the tracks, so i asked the mexican pushing sheep, muy grande vernado" he said se' mountania" k that explains it they're up high not in the sage...
so next morning we drove as far as we could into a canyon then i got on a high point n started glassing bout an hour later i saw movement a nice 26 or 27" buck walking into a patch of willows 450 yards above me i had time to set up and get ready for the shot when the buck stepped out of the willows without thought i pulled the trigger i hit him low hitting him in the front elbow; he then spun to run downhill n that's when i realized i shot the wrong buck this buck was not a wide, my heart sunk i am a trophy hunter at heart n i know how some people think bout that, but tuff shixkie i eat all my trophies...
the bigger buck ran the opposite direction n all i could do was watch, so pushing myself to focus on the buck i hit he was running down towards me i dropped him with another shot he ended up not far from my truck, walking up to him my son jumped a calve elk with her back leg blown off...
i admit i do not know those areas so good 43 or 48 for that matter but i know what big buck country looks like, even so 48 did not have many deer either i would have bet my sons n my buck were the only two in there it seemed e never saw a doe just those two bucks, or well three bucks i should say.
a short drag and a cry baby attitude for the drive home we tagged out