Also, for those who are interested, following are some pictures of the two elk we got in Northeast Oregon. If you have an queasy stomach or an uncommon bond to Bambi, you might want to stop here.
We hunted the North Fork of the John Day river. It was a steep canyon about 1.5 miles wide with lots of beautfiul country to see. Luckily, nobody saw elk on the opposite, very distant canyon side....that would have just been mean.
This was the 6x6 point that we got on day 3. It was a younger, satellite bull that chose to die in a very steep drainage. We had to use pullies, blocks, chainsaw wenches, chainsaws and a cart to get it down and back up a steep drainage. When we finally got it to the truck, it was easy livin'!
Correction, it was easy livin' for all the retirees I was hunting with. This elk made my life tough!
Life at camp was fantastic! Being a transplanted Westerner, I'd never exlperienced the "Wall Ten". Notice the chimney pipe poking out of the tent. Each tent had it's own stove. Despite snow, rain and below freezing temps, camp was always a good place!
This next one was the 5x5 that we got the last morning of the 5 day season. He was another satellite bull, but a lot older. After a 8-year dry spell, everyone was excited with the first bull. After the second, all these salty, old hunters were giddy.
-P.S.> Dad, I think raising cows with names like "Sir Loin" and "Seconds" might have had some side effects. But boy are they're tasty!!
3 comments:
I like the house. I don't like the elk. That's gross!
I can just hear those old-timers now - "Give it to Brian, he's still got a strong back. Pass me that thermos."
Oh, and that's some extreme beard-age you've got there. Very nice.
Looks like it's a wonderful life you and Jill have carved out for yourselves up in the netherlands. We are so happy for you getting 2 elk(s?) and the house is darling. Congrats all around. ---Miz Twit (David's Mom)
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