Post by BlueNorther on Oct 9, 2009 19:02:26 GMT -5
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Spent the last nine days up north west trying to fill out nine deer tags and we almost did it. I killed the first one the first evening out, a 130 pound doe. My nephew and I were checking out a cut block and I spotted 5 does and fawns feeding on the edge 150 yards out. I gave my Nephew first go and told him to shoot the biggest doe to the right, he couldn't get a good shot and they started to get nervous and started to leave, so he said shoot if I had a shot, I did ;D. Whacked the trailing doe with an off hand shot and she was DRT.
We went back into that block the next morning hoping to get another but saw no deer. We did however kill a damn big wolf. Trav (my nephew) caught some movement from our left and thought it was a yote,"Yote hell" I said, "do you want to shoot a wolf" I asked. " hell yea" he says". He killed it at a 50 yards. That wolf was as big as the doe I killed the night before.
Next evening my friend killed a doe on a cut line a half mile from camp, 200 yard shot off shooting sticks. I killed my second doe the next afternoon.Two of them were feeding at the end of a cut block, I lazered them at 628 yards, conditions were good, no wind and a broadside shot. I moved my scope 10 MOA and squeezed off a shot, down she went like a ton of rocks fell on her.
Next day was deerless,both Trav and my friend missed doe's in the morning
, there was some good natured ribbing in camp that night.
The next morning brought some excitement, the moose are just coming into rut and the bulls tend to be aggressive and stupid.Trav took a walk into a muskeg and encounterd a big bull moose who wouldn't get off the muddy trail. Trav took cover behind a spruce tree that wasn't much bigger than himself but it was the only thing to get behind. The bull started walking in stiff legged and swaying his antlers. Trav thought he was doing the right thing by putting his rifle over his head and yelling at the bull, WRONG!!! The bull charged him and Trav put a bullet between his antlers and stopped the charge at about 5 yards. The bull turned and started to walk away while grunting and Trav made his escape but that damn bull followed him for about a 100 yards. Of course none of us has a bull tag I jumped a nice black bear that evening that was feeding on low bush cranberries but had no shot.The bear stood up and woofed at me at about 40 yards but I had my rifle slung and didn't have enough time for a shot before it bolted.
Trav killed a small buck the next day while we were going to cut firewood, 25 yard shot 400 yards out of camp, I thought that was pretty damn good, easiest deer ever so I thought. I took the next day off, I was tired and foot sore. So there I was sitting in camp drinking a coffee and poking the fire when this damn deer walks across the pipeline at a 150 yards and stops at the tree line. I stood up and got my rifle that was leaning against a tree and shot it. Drank another cup of coffee and went over to gut it and drag it back to camp. My pard comes walking into camp about a half hour after I got it hung and just shook his head saying he's never leaving camp again. Trav killed another deer that evening in a cut block, it turned out to be the hardest one to get out. It was about a mile and a half from camp and we had to pack it out, it was midnight before we got it back to camp.
So all in all we got four doe's and two small bucks and one wolf. I'll post pics later when I can figure out what's wrong with my photo host.
.Spent the last nine days up north west trying to fill out nine deer tags and we almost did it. I killed the first one the first evening out, a 130 pound doe. My nephew and I were checking out a cut block and I spotted 5 does and fawns feeding on the edge 150 yards out. I gave my Nephew first go and told him to shoot the biggest doe to the right, he couldn't get a good shot and they started to get nervous and started to leave, so he said shoot if I had a shot, I did ;D. Whacked the trailing doe with an off hand shot and she was DRT.
We went back into that block the next morning hoping to get another but saw no deer. We did however kill a damn big wolf. Trav (my nephew) caught some movement from our left and thought it was a yote,"Yote hell" I said, "do you want to shoot a wolf" I asked. " hell yea" he says". He killed it at a 50 yards. That wolf was as big as the doe I killed the night before.
Next evening my friend killed a doe on a cut line a half mile from camp, 200 yard shot off shooting sticks. I killed my second doe the next afternoon.Two of them were feeding at the end of a cut block, I lazered them at 628 yards, conditions were good, no wind and a broadside shot. I moved my scope 10 MOA and squeezed off a shot, down she went like a ton of rocks fell on her.
Next day was deerless,both Trav and my friend missed doe's in the morning
, there was some good natured ribbing in camp that night.The next morning brought some excitement, the moose are just coming into rut and the bulls tend to be aggressive and stupid.Trav took a walk into a muskeg and encounterd a big bull moose who wouldn't get off the muddy trail. Trav took cover behind a spruce tree that wasn't much bigger than himself but it was the only thing to get behind. The bull started walking in stiff legged and swaying his antlers. Trav thought he was doing the right thing by putting his rifle over his head and yelling at the bull, WRONG!!! The bull charged him and Trav put a bullet between his antlers and stopped the charge at about 5 yards. The bull turned and started to walk away while grunting and Trav made his escape but that damn bull followed him for about a 100 yards. Of course none of us has a bull tag
I jumped a nice black bear that evening that was feeding on low bush cranberries but had no shot.The bear stood up and woofed at me at about 40 yards but I had my rifle slung and didn't have enough time for a shot before it bolted.Trav killed a small buck the next day while we were going to cut firewood, 25 yard shot 400 yards out of camp, I thought that was pretty damn good, easiest deer ever so I thought. I took the next day off, I was tired and foot sore. So there I was sitting in camp drinking a coffee and poking the fire when this damn deer walks across the pipeline at a 150 yards and stops at the tree line. I stood up and got my rifle that was leaning against a tree and shot it. Drank another cup of coffee and went over to gut it and drag it back to camp. My pard comes walking into camp about a half hour after I got it hung and just shook his head saying he's never leaving camp again. Trav killed another deer that evening in a cut block, it turned out to be the hardest one to get out. It was about a mile and a half from camp and we had to pack it out, it was midnight before we got it back to camp.
So all in all we got four doe's and two small bucks and one wolf. I'll post pics later when I can figure out what's wrong with my photo host.
