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DOOD Trophys! | May 2010 | ||
Gene Carmickle |   | ||
Drawn for the 2009 archery bull elk hunt, now the pressure is on us. I am hardly
a trophy bowhunter. Whatever the big guy upstairs puts before me, which is legal,
I will try my best to arrow it. Being so successful on opening day with my newest
partner (compound bow - 5 for 7), I nicknamed it D.O.O.D. - Death On Opening Day!
Hopefully our opening day luck would continue with the elk hunt.
Fergie (my human hunt partner/ blood tracker all these years) and I camped a few
times in the summer scouting the unit. We have hunted this unit for 20+ years
and normally don’t scout at all. Usually there are elk everywhere. These trips
we found very few elk in our scouting. It was a very dry and hot summer. The
water holes were not dry but getting very low. Ranchers had put a lot of cattle
in our area that were supposed to be moved out opening day – oh boy.
DOOD had no chance on opening day. It was still very hot, dry and crunchy with
no bugling. There were no elk in this area of a great hunting unit. My honey
hole tree that I’ve killed 6 or so elk from, didn’t have one animal come by the
first three days of the hunt. Conditions were not good enough to waste vacation
days on, so we came home to regroup.
After working a few days, we heard the elk were starting to bugle. Off to the
forest again but still no luck. On Friday afternoon, it rained and hailed hard
– yeah! Afterwards I set off on foot from camp. I finally could stalk and not
make noise. I found a bull but couldn’t get close enough by dark. Nothing
Saturday morning but in the afternoon hunt I started getting that good stalking
feeling back. I played with two bulls till dark.
Sunday I told Fergie I was going to forgo the tree stand, in lieu stalking,
because I still hadn’t seen an elk come by the stand. Driving up to our hot
spot, I joked about Sunday sunrise services and praying to the big guy in the
sky to help us out. I hiked into this area that was dense bedding and easy
hiding. Fergie went to his normal tree stand. In the previous few mornings,
I’ve heard elk up higher from my stand. I found a spot and hunkered down in
this clump of trees and hung my bow, with arrow nocked, on a tree branch.
Waiting for daybreak and the sun to rise, I could hear a few elk in the distance,
hopefully coming my way.
About daybreak, I noticed this blurry black thing coming down an established
trail towards me. When this blur got closer and broke out of the trees, into
the open about 15 yards away, I made it out to be a black bear. Yikes, the
trail he was on came almost thru my hiding spot!
Being on my knees, I started swaying my upper body and the bear saw this and
stopped. He stopped in this spring mode stance. I reached over and grabbed
D.O.O.D., stood up and drew back in one motion. I started swaying my whole
body but was ready to wing an arrow if this bear moved one more inch my way.
Bears are super fast in short distances and he was way closer than I wanted.
He really didn’t know what to make of me. My ghillie suit
and great scent management had him fooled. He twisted his head sideways as
if that would help him make me out. After what seemed like eternity (60
seconds), he finally turned out and went about 30 yards away and stopped
taking another look at me. He proceeded in the same direction as he was
initially going, but made a semi-circle around me. He stopped another 3
times to try to wind and figure me out. I must be doing something right if
I can beat a bear’s nose and eyes. He gave up on me and continued on his
way. Wow, that was an exciting way to start a morning!
An hour later elk were coming towards me and I thought this ambush was going
to work perfect. Then the bugling started to go away from me in the direction
it was originally coming towards me. Being proactive, I bailed on my setup
and started sneaking towards the place I had heard bugling coming from. I
caught some motion and froze. It was two cows feeding in my general direction.
When they weren’t looking, I went down on my knees and slowly crawled, twenty
feet, to this huge downed pine – for cover. The next 40ish minutes were just
awesome. 12 cows fed past me to about 60 yards out in front of me.
The herd bull (6x6) appeared and kept chasing the cows around but they weren’t
in the rut yet. I thought the herd was going to pass me by when some of the
cows switched directions and came towards me. After a while, I had cows
feeding in a 180 degree arc around me. They ranged from 15 to 45 yards away.
Two of the cows playfully stood on their back legs and sparred with their front
ones - never seen that before!
The bull would blast through this open area around 35 yards away, trying to
mount anything in sight. I won’t take a moving shot out of respect for the
animal. He kept pushing the cows closer towards me. He finally came busting
through the open area and stopped under a pine tree at the fringe at 24 yards
from me. To take the shot I had to camber my body and bow. I had to miss the
branches on the downed tree I was hiding behind and also the pine branches
hanging from the tree he was standing under. This happened so fast but was
like slow motion. I had to draw slowly so the cows surrounding me wouldn’t
spook or bark from my motion.
Bingo – I let the arrow wing but as I did, he launched forward as if he had
another cow in his sights. My arrow hit too far back but angled forward up
to the fletching. The only noise was the string pop and the thud of the arrow
burying into him. I didn’t move as he did a 180 degree arc. He stopped 50
yards alongside of a feeding cow. All eyes were my way but within minutes the
cows went back to feeding! My bull casually walked off to the north – out of
sight.
My knees were on fire after being on them for an hour. After the bull was gone
about 10 minutes, I had to sit down. I slowly got onto my butt without making
too much noise. This one cow, not the closest one, suspected something and
kept staring my way. After about 5 minutes she just started walking slowly
across in front of me towards the way they had fed into this area. All the
other cows followed her lead. Was this the lead cow?!
I sat there feeling pretty good for 30 minutes while eating everything in my
fanny pack. I was concerned about the arrow not hitting my kill zone. This
will be a long day as I needed to give the bull time to expire. I sure was
proud of D.O.O.D. coming through again in such a difficult hunt. I couldn’t
believe this was the only bull with all these cows. I would have shot any
legal bull that was close because of these hunt conditions. I couldn’t
believe all these other hunters and non-hunters (we had seen every morning)
didn’t ruin my setup scheme.
I followed the path that my bull made, looking for blood. No blood found. I
did find where he purged scat/ urine, (a lot) in a couple of places. This meant
he was hurt bad and his body was shutting down. Following a hoof print (pine
needles scuffed) every so often, I found two good puddles of blood 100 yards
away from the shot location. It was on a rim at the edge of this really dark
thickly wooded canyon. I needed to back out and go get my blood hound partner’s
help.
I almost ran to where I could see Fergie’s tree stand from above. I didn’t want
to spook any game before I entered the area. I glassed his tree stand and he
wasn’t in it. I walked slowly into that area before I saw him marking a blood
trail, not far away. When I closed the distance, he said he hit a 6x6 bull. I
told him I hit a 6x6 bull also. We exchanged stories and I told him I had time
to blood trail his first.
The arrow pulled out of this bull within 20 yards. It had meat on the end of
the broadhead and didn’t appear to have penetrated well. He couldn’t tell me
where he hit it because it was a 40 yard shot along with his excitement. He
thought it was close to the front shoulder, in front of where he was aiming.
The blood trail indicated the bull was going uphill. Fatally hurt animals
usually don’t go up.
About 1/3 of the way up, the blood started coagulating like little clumps of
jello. Then the blood trail stopped totally. 1½ hrs later we gave up thinking
this bull wasn’t hurt that bad and will heal up fine. We HATE losing game
though.
We agreed to see if we had better luck recovering my bull. I brought us to the
place I had found blood. We slowly went down a steep path, into the thick treed
canyon, searching for blood. We found nothing on the trail down into this canyon.
I did a quick animal search in the bottom of the canyon’s thick trees. I started
getting this bad feeling in my gut circling through this maze of trees. My partner
said what I was thinking. “We may not find this bull either!” We were searching
for a needle in a haystack without blood. I said, “Let’s go back up top to the
blood. Maybe he didn’t come down this trail.”
At the top edge of this rim, I went one way and Fergie went the other. He found a
few little drops of blood. We followed the blood trail for about 40 yards. We
came to where two trails split into a Y down into the canyon. Fergie took the left
trail while I took the steeper of the two to the right. I found the next drop of
blood. As he and I followed this narrow steep trail down into the canyon, I would
tell him when finding blood. He was watching ahead so we wouldn’t spook a
non-expired animal. I was so focused in looking for blood that when Fergie said,
“There he is!”, I said, “I don’t see any blood.” He got my attention and said it
again, while pointing at my expired bull. He was masked ahead of us in a thick
patch of thorny bushes, wedged between big boulders and a canyon wall. My arrow
was still buried in his side.
Looking my prize over, I knew this 6x6 bull would get me into the Pope and Young
record book. Fergie said the bull he shot wasn’t as big but was nice. After the
drying period the P&Y score was 304 (minimum required is 260 with the record being
420+). The butcher, taxidermist, and P&Y scorer all said it was a very lean year
for harvesting elk during archery season. Getting junior out of this canyon is
another long story. He was 279 pounds on the hoof and approximately 737 pounds
live weight.
Revisiting my morning hunt thoughts, I concluded that the bull elk Fergie hit was
probably a satellite bull that my herd bull pushed out (remember the bugles went
away for a period of time that made me relocate, and no other bulls in the herd)
and he was trying to sneak back into the herd via the back door!
We hunted a few more days and although Fergie didn’t harvest an animal this year,
he told me this was his best hunt ever. He was a huge game hog - seeing a lot of
game from his treestand. A beautiful 8 point deer at 25 yards, a mother and baby
bobcat playing at 25 yards, a young mountain lion or a ring tailed cat at 30 yards,
a black and a brown colored bear at 45 yards, and he almost harvested a 6x6 bull
elk at 40 yards.
When you wing an arrow, you can’t depend on the animal staying still until impact,
especially when they are being pushed during a hunt. As always, we are a team and
he gets his share of sacred elk meat!
Thank you DOOD and Fergie, I couldn’t do it without you!
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