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nontypical250
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My dad got his biggest bull elk to date. It was a very hard hunt with many obstacles encountered. The biggest problem we ran into consisted of roads "dead ending" and roads not being on the maps. It was our first journey into this area. In fact, we haven't even hunted within hundreds of miles of this area. Luck of the draw was with him this year when he found out he drew. The hunting party consisted of members from four different families of Brinks. Mark, Pep, Brad(bigbrink), David (biggest brink), Jason, Dad (Big Gar), myself, Jason yoddledawg(cousin Edddie)and Alli.
Picture of some of the crew
AS opening day arrived high hopes were had by all. We spent the next two days finding roads and following old tracks. Nothing seemed to be working and all we were finding was more trees and 9 foot tall rubs left from back in the rut.
Sunday afternoon half of the hunting party had to leave and get back to things such as work and college. Our group went from 8 down to 4 without even seen an elk.
On the last morning of the planned hunt, things weren't going any better. The truck was turned around and was going to head back to load up and call it a fun outing and sightseeing trip, instead of an elk hunt, I suggest we hike up to an open ridge and see what it looked like. Big Gar grumbled and groaned asking why? Lets just go home is what I recall the comment being made from the man with the elk tag. So my younger brother (Cousin Eddie) and myself hiked up the hill and finally found ourselves outside of the cedar and pine trees to where we could glass a whole valley. We sat down and Jason finally decided to pull out his binoculars and put them to good use. We glassed for about 5 minutes we all I heard was Holy Sum Beach there is some elk. Across the valley was 7 head feeding in a clearing almost on top. You could see horns from where we at and some lighter colored elk also help convince there was bulls over there.
Picture of some of the crew
AS opening day arrived high hopes were had by all. We spent the next two days finding roads and following old tracks. Nothing seemed to be working and all we were finding was more trees and 9 foot tall rubs left from back in the rut.
Sunday afternoon half of the hunting party had to leave and get back to things such as work and college. Our group went from 8 down to 4 without even seen an elk.
On the last morning of the planned hunt, things weren't going any better. The truck was turned around and was going to head back to load up and call it a fun outing and sightseeing trip, instead of an elk hunt, I suggest we hike up to an open ridge and see what it looked like. Big Gar grumbled and groaned asking why? Lets just go home is what I recall the comment being made from the man with the elk tag. So my younger brother (Cousin Eddie) and myself hiked up the hill and finally found ourselves outside of the cedar and pine trees to where we could glass a whole valley. We sat down and Jason finally decided to pull out his binoculars and put them to good use. We glassed for about 5 minutes we all I heard was Holy Sum Beach there is some elk. Across the valley was 7 head feeding in a clearing almost on top. You could see horns from where we at and some lighter colored elk also help convince there was bulls over there.