Lil Carny's Hunting Adventures on Youtube

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My daughter whom we affectionately call "Lil Carny" (as in little carnivore), started expressing an interest in hunting and specifically my hunting adventures. She always ran out to meet me when I came home wondering if I had gotten anything. She would stick her fingers in the mouth, squish the eyes, play with the tongue, much to Mom's displeasure. Eventually, around 7 years old, she would cry if I didn't take her hunting with me. And I did, some of the times. We sat together waiting for bears, and drove roads looking for monster muleys.
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Most of the time was spent trying to keep her quiet, and more than once we heard bears run off.
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My daughter's own hunting adventures came when she turned 10. We started out shooting doves, then on to deer, elk, turkeys, bears, and even a cougar.


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We have created a YOUTUBE CHANNEL, "Lil Carny" that we hope will get kids engaged in the outdoors, and not so much on their electronics. We hope we can get our Monster Muley community to help us spread the good message, that the outdoors is WAY funner (is that a word?) than staring at a screen.

I will continue to add videos of her adventures on here, or you and any kids you can think of, can go directly to her channel.

This year, with 2 elk tags, deer tags, and a bighorn sheep tag, we plan on getting her fun filled hunting adventures in 4k.

Thank you!

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So, I will try to summarize what has happened thus far. In August, I got a chance to try and shoot an antelope with my bow, and I had one day to get it done. Fortunately, I did! A spot and stalk got me to 55 yards. Good start so far!
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I was also able to check my trail cam for elk sign.
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I had plenty and was excited about elk season.
 
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Labor day was Ginger's and my first trip out for sheep. We had my friend Trent and his wife and kid come out and stay as well. That gave us the ability to split up and look for sheep. 4 days, and no rams were spotted. However, we did see plenty of Ewes and Lambs, and small Rams. They are everywhere and are certainly a distraction.
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We glassed a lot of country, but never found any mature rams.


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We even killed some Chickens (grouse). We laughed cause she just couldn't seem to kill one with my 12 ga. finally she got a big blue! I rocked 2 with 2 rock throws!

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We also found an old mine building that was the house for some deer, one of which we affectionately name Elliot!



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No mature rams though.
 

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A couple of weekends of elk hunting was all I could muster because of the loss of an employee and lots of work. We did come close, with a 40 yard standoff whereby the bull wouldn't come out of the jackpines.

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So, Lil' Carny and I couldn't wait to get back to the sheep area, which was about 7 hours away. I decided to take her out of school for the first week of October until the last day of Season on the 13th. We figured we'd get it done the first few days, shoot some birds, catch some fish, and maybe even deer hunt. Boy were we wrong.
We went an additional 8 days without laying eyes on a mature ram, coupled with the first 4 days, that's 12 days without a mature ram. We hiked our butts off trying to find one. We scaled hills, and put ourselves in some pretty dicey spots.

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One day we had the privilege to have lunch with the previous outfitter in that unit. Gary has probably taken more sheep than anybody off that mountain. He suggested going up to the top, which is a lookout and moving down about 1200' to a glassing knob. I had been there before on previous sheep hunts, but always struck out, as there is a lot of land to cover. His knowledge would definitely help though. The top of the lookout is at 8200' and the bottom at 2900'. We drove our truck to the bottom on the main road, and then rode our UTV up to the top. So, if we shot one, we'd be able to take it to the bottom. Otherwise, the plan was to hike back out the 1200' ascent to the UTV and ride it back down. The UTV trail to the top was 50 minutes, and the truck route was 2.5 hours. So, we wanted to be judicious with our decisions. We drove the UTV in, then hiked down and spent all day (after losing a pack out of the back and having to drive back for it). About 5:30 PM I started hearing some cracking noises a long way off. I told Ginger to be quiet and we listened. Sure enough we heard the cracking noise again and determined we had Rams headbutting! It sounded like a long way down there, and I said "should we go for it?" She said "yeah let's go". I said it's at least 2000' below us, we'll have to walk all the way out to the truck.
We started our way down, only to realize we had probably bitten off more than we could chew. It took us 2 hours to get down to where we thought the Rams were. It was basically dark when we got to the spot we thought they were. This was a major quad workout, and with about a 30 lb pack (optics, gun, etc.), I was already feeling the Burn (not the Bern). But, nothing to do but keep on going.
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We had completely lost the trail (basically didn't exist in the middle), and we got cliffed out in some cuts and had to backtrack. I really contemplated staying put all night, because you do not want to improvise here, as the last 1000' is shear rock, and you can easily die. We NEEDED to be on the trail. After some searching, we finally found the trail (or what had been), and 4 hours later, we ended up at the truck near midnight. Completely exhausted.
Next morning we slept in. Now, we had to drive the 2.5 hours up to the lookout, and pick up our UTV. On the way, we met some guys on ATV's scouting for deer and elk. They informed us of a tree across the road that there was NO way to get around or pull off the road. I didn't have a chainsaw either "duh". They said "we'll load one of our ATV's up, and ride together and I'll drive your UTV down". Which sounded good until we beat them down (we had a 2 hour drive, there's was and hour). I knew there was a problem. We drove all the way to the start of the ATV trail and waited. After a half an hour, I started to unload their ATV to go and find them. Here they came. They had a flat on the ATV and had to patch it with 8 plugs! Thanks Steve!
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We did have other cool experiences on our big hikes. On one hike, we walked up on a bear feeding on a deer kill. When I say "walked up", I mean to 15' or so. She was sooo fat from eating the deer, she could barely waddle up the mountain away from us.
That'll be in our next video.

The next was on another leg and lung crusher. We hiked up some old mining roads got on a trail, and went into two major Canyons to look for sheep. Nearly 3000' feet vertically and 8.5 miles. We were walking along, and I couldn't find the trail. I started looking for it using my bino's when I spotted some tines pointed up. I smiled and said "found a shed!" We walked over to it, and started looking for the match. After a bit of looking, I finally spotted it with my bino's again. I said, "I'll film you picking it up". She walked over, then past the shed with me yelling "NO, it's right above you! Like 5' above you". I couldn't understand what she was doing but she walked right over to ANOTHER shed! Then she picked up the match that I had seen, and kept going another 10' and picked up a 3rd antler! 3 antlers in 15 seconds! Crazy.
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So, we were finally down to our last 3 days. We had heard of some half curl rams, and wanted to check them out. Next morning we found them. They were pretty young, but Ginger decided she'd be happy with one. A poorly executed stalk, where we got caught by a Ewe on her feet had all of the sheep running up hill away from us. We gave chase for another 500' vertical, but I knew it was over.

That evening, we found a good full curl ram across the Salmon river. We had about an hour to blow a a raft, slide and pull it over the rocks to the water, get in it, and get across the river, and up the Canyon he was in. We were EXCITED. But, I couldn't turn him up. Just lost him. That's when Ginger started sobbing. We had worked so darn hard up until then. That night we were hopeful we could turn that ram back up.

Next morning found us looking for him. A couple days previously we had met some old guys out deer hunting (the deer season started on the 10th). They said "by gosh, we are going to stop deer hunting and find her a Ram". So, as we were now looking for the Ram across the river, "Grandpa John" as he wanted to be called came sliding to a stop yelling "follow me, we found her some Rams". We barely could keep up, which was hysterical because he drove so slow previously. We came up to a very excited "Grandpa Kenneth", whom was yelling at us to get follow him. We went up to find about 20 sheep, with 2 bigger half curls in the herds already chasing Ewes. When I say Bigger, I mean bigger than the ones from the previous day. I said "not as big as the full curl, but would you be happy with one of them?" She said "yeah Dad, I would". Ginger had to shoot my .257 because her gun had some missing screws from our "death hikes". The Ram bedded and she shot him at about 100 yards right in his bed. He rolled over and it was over. Finally.

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