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Camoup
Lol, there always has to be one of you isn't there. Dont know where you got your information or why you feel it necessary to criticise of whom I thank on this web sight, or of whom I dont?
I feel compelled to inform you the sequence of effects that took place in shooting my bull. And then maybe you can make your judgement call on my alleged guided hunt:
I have hunted the Manti unit for quite some time, and realize there are people out there that have more knowledge about the unit then I do. When I found out about my tag, I posted a forum on MM in my efforts to obtain more information. I received a PM from a gentle man who informed me of Ray Bridges property that he leases, and gave me his contact information. I explored this avenue, liked the country, and the most appealing aspect of this was, Ray guaranteed I would be the only one hunting the area at the time. But of coarse this did not come without cost, I paid $1500, to get away from the public, spike, cow, and deer hunters. THIS WAS NOT A GUIDED HUNT.
So opening morning came along and to my surprise, the roads were filled with four wheelers, rinos, trucks, and hunters glassing the canyons that I was assured would be all mine. Little did I know the area was surrounded by easily accessed public ground.
Well after my seven hour hike opening morning, up and down canyons, my buddy and I headed back to camp, of which we set up right in the middle of the road, knowing we were suppose to be the only ones hunting the property. While we were recouping, we where greeted by a four wheeler, and a truck of bow hunters who claimed they were given permission to bow hunt the property.
At this point I was second guessing my investment, and made a phone call to Ray. Ray was at the least to say upset as well. And informed my he was on his way home, and was going to send his son, Steve up to address those of whom were not suppose to be hunting. And would like to mention, I was informed they were all ready on there way home.
Well we proceeded with are evening hunt. Tried sitting on some water, but I found myself itchy and wanted to look through the swaro's. As we got back to the truck, I noticed I had a missed call form Rays wife. Called her back and she expressed her son was up there, and he was looking at a three forty bull. Well to my excitement I got his number and contacted Steve.
A short time later Steve and I met up. Introduced are selves and I asked Steve if he would show me where He saw the elk. He expressed that he wasn't sure we would be-able to see them, and that the day was coming to a close and didn't think we had enough time to get on the elk. Well, I was intrigued so we headed to the canyon. Upon arrival, to the big dark deep canyon there were no elk insight. We talked it over for a minute and decided are best solution was to walk down the ridge a few hundred yards and see if we could get a better angle to view the alleged elk.
As we made are way down the back side of the ridge, I got to a point where I felt I could view the canyon better. As I crept over the ridge line looking down into the bottom of the canyon, I could see a big tan body in a clearing opposite side to the hill side. I motioned for Steve and my buddy Brian to join me at my vantage point. Steve being familiar with the canyon, told me I should come back tomorrow evening and sit up along the quakes, hoping to intercept the bulls as they were heading to there watering area. Well I looked at my watch knowing I had maybe forty five minutes of day light, and I looked at the canyon. I have learned with bow hunting, you take advantage of every opportunity that presents itself.
Without second thought, I headed for the bull. As I descended down into the canyon everything started to get quiet, and every step I took I felt echoed throughout the canyon walls. I knew the ground I had to cover, and the daylight that was fastly dissipating, I knew I had to move fast but quite. I had thoughts going through my head that maybe I couldn't get on these bulls and I was wasting my time.
As i approached the bottom of the canyon I lost sight of the bull in the thick timber across the neighboring hill side. I made a mental note of a familiar quake as a reference point. My main goal was to stay out of sight and get down wind. When I reached the gut, things started to open up. I could sneak along the bottom, with the green grass under my feet. Moving along I kept hearing something along the hillside. I got to a point, looking up through the quakes I could see a bull racking vigorously at a small quake. I said to myself there he is.
The stock began, I headed straight for the bull. And low and behold you have herd it a million times during a stock on a bull, "I jumped a deer". Three bucks ponced up and went jumping past the elk. Well that bulls antlers must have really itched because he didn't even look twice. I was at the least, relieved. I was closing ground but with the severity of the brush I was only getting glances of the elk. And out of nowhere A giant velvet blond rack went moving through the brush, with nothing but horns insight. My attention immediately changed.
I closed distance on the bull, I had minutes of shooting light. My thought my nikon rangefinder was invaluable at this point. As I made my way toward the bull, I came around a corner and to my surprise the bull was looking straight in my direction, standing broadside. I froze hoping he would calm down. I ranged an opening on the hillside, I could barely make out the fifty yard reading in the window of my rangefinder.
The bull sliped back into the thick brush, I knew it was now or never, I took ten bold steps hoping to open up some lanes. The revean opened up and the bull came into veiw. I adjusted my surelock sight and drew my alphamax. With the squeeze of my release the arrow was on its way. There is a unmistakable sound when a broad head strikes an animal, and It was brought back to memory very quick. I didn't know how well I hit the bull, but after the shot the hill side came alive with scattering elk. The bull took ten to fifteen steps and I could tell he was not doing good. His legs got week and he fell to his knees. His death was quick, and the G5 striker is lethal. The bull let out two big death muons that filled the canyon walls, the last moun I could feel the ghost leave his body.
Bow hunting is my life, I spent countless hours in the gym, buying the latest equipment. Tuning and practising when ever time allows. I know that this tag would haunt me for years to come if I was not successful. Failure I think would have resulted in counseling. I thanked God for I feel it was a blessing, I shed tears for the bulls life, and felt humbled I could be part of it.
Steve descended down the mountain, and helped me cape my bull out. Something of which I have no knowledge of. The canyon was steep and thick and we did not get out of there until we hours of the morning. I took the cape, Steve jumped up and grabbed the rack. I was on all fours making through the brush, after the grueling day of hiking, and the blisters on my feet. Im glad Steve was there I appreciated his help. I thanked him countless times. I cant imagine what that rack would have looked like if I would have tried to get it out that night. We drove into price and Steve injected my bull at three thirty in the morning. I offered to pay him and he declined. I told him I would buy him a new badlands for his efforts, of which he seemed exited about. Of which is ready to be shipped.
So leave it to your judgement whether I was guided on my hunt? I know I could not have done it buy myself. My buddy Brian took the whole weekend, devoted his time and helped me skin and pack out quarters all Sunday long. He went with me every step of the way. I really would like to thank leonard, the guy that was trespassing. Or Steve Waters for getting in touch with me and sharing the info. Or maybe the guys at the bow shop who supply me with the worlds most deadly archery equipment. Or maybe my alleged wife who decided to bale because of my passion for hunting, that freed up a ton of time and money. And of coarse would like to thank you Camoup for setting me straight, I really appreciate it!
Sorry for such the long story; some peoples Kids crack me up.
Oh and one last thing, I'm sorry If you did not pick up on the sarcasm of "MY DINK BULL". Really you took my seriously? As I mentioned before he far exceeded my expectations!