Thanks Brian for posting the pictures! And now for the story.
First to clear up a couple of things.
My name is Stacey, but I am a card carrying "Dude" and have the equipment to prove it. I have lived with the name all my life and didn't really like it much until high school, when the girls started saying things like, "I think Stacey is a cute name!" I then thought to myself, "Self.... maybe it ain't so bad after all!" Ha ha!
I originally posted this story under "My Idaho bull" and as the name implies this is a picture of a young bull and not a cow.
I drew an antlerless tag for unit 39-1 which I love to hunt because it allows one the opportunity to hunt deer and elk at the same time.
I decided to hunt a new (to me) area because of the huge burns last year around Anderson Ranch reservoir. In my experience those big burns are a magnet for deer and elk for the next few years. I was not disappointed. I saw lots of fresh deer and elk sign. I was hunting by myself, which I don't mind because it give you the flexibility to go wherever you want without having to get any other input. I headed out after work, found a campsite and started hunting the area right behind camp. Just as it was starting to get dark I heard some cow's talking in my basin. I couldn't find em, but I was encouraged!
The next morning the alarm went off and I started the day with oatmeal and coffee then out the door of Lucky (our 5th wheel)and up the edge of the basin directly behind camp. I positioned myself on a ridge with good visibility to both sides just as it was getting to shooting light. I spotted several doe's with fawns but nothing to shoot at. I worked my way up along the ridge and around the basin, all the way seeing fresh elk and deer sign. I pushed a doe and fawn over the ridge a couple of times as I continued to climb. I didn't see anything to shoot this morning but scouted some awesome country. Back at camp for a good lunch and mid day siesta.
Not being real familiar with the area I decided to drive to another nearby mountain and find a place to hunt the evening. I found a likely looking ridge and still hunted to a good vantage point to wait for the magic hour. Glass, glass, glass....nothing!
Oh well it seemed I had the mountain to myself.
The next morning I was out of the truck and just getting ready to climb to another ridge I had spotted the day before. Then I heard a cow call not more than 50 yards away in the dark! Good sign. I started climbing the ridge in the dark and found a great perch that gave me a awesome view of the valley below. Just as I was settling in I realized I left my binos in the truck....Grrrrr!! Back down to the truck during prime time and then back up again. Now I'm sweaty and disgusted at myself for such a rookie move. I glassed for probably 45 minutes before side hilling around to the next basin...Nothing! Keep side hilling toward the next basin and then as I was not paying attention about 40 yard ahead of me this little bull jumps out of some buck brush. He runs about 40 yards and stops broadside to offer me a shot. Boom... goes the aught 6 and he disappears over the ridge. I scramble over to where I shot him and spot him down 20 yards away. One quick neck shot finishes him. I thought it odd he was by himself and when I get up to him I discover a nasty leg wound on his right front leg. He wasn't going to last long out here between the wolves and the lions. So I felt I did my good deed by putting him down.
He's not the biggest elk on the mountain, but he is by far the best eating elk I have ever tasted. Its good to have some elk in the freezer and memories of a great hunt to tide me over until next year.