Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A Gift



Nice gift today from the Great Spirit, for which I am grateful.

It's been a while since I've done a belly-crawl stalk, but this one seemed to work. I'm also pleased that it was an excellent, clean kill. He was lying on a south-facing hillside and when the bullet struck he simply dropped his head and then rolled onto his side. Nine points and about 170 field dressed. Not a trophy like the other guys got, but I've never been a trophy hunter. This one has given me the gift of good meat for some time to come and I am grateful to him.

This is very rough country hunting. I had taken the UTV today and am sure glad I did. I was able to run it up the hill to a point just below him and then just tug him aboard. Otherwise I might have had to go for help. There's no way I would have been able to drag him the three miles back to the truck.

9 comments:

Tmagnum62 said...

anytime you need some help thinning them out, I am available

Anonymous said...

Nice deer a true trophy because you worked for it and seem to truly appreciate it. I have been following your blog now for a while. Great stuff.
regards
Dan

Carteach0 said...

A trophy, to me, mean something more than just a pair of antlers or an entry in a book seldom read.

A trophy... can be as simple as a memory of a good hunt, a clean shot, and sustenance earned.

A trophy... can be a plate of venison tips in gravy... and taste better than any store bought prime beef.

Sounds to me like you did good.

Anonymous said...

Glad you found a good one at a good time. I wish you many fine dinners and lovely memories.

mike's spot said...

congrats on the fine animal!

BobG said...

I have to second Carteach0's post; a trophy is something personal to the hunter, regardless of what anyone else thinks. Looks like plenty of good eating there.

The Hermit said...

That'll keep meat in the Dutch oven for awhile. Great country out there.

Rio Arriba said...

H., It is great country. You either love it or hate and I love it. The wildness and the isolation is a tonic to me.

EcoRover said...

Our mulies live in prickly pear cactus country, so I was thinking about that belly crawl. Every once in a awhile you end up sitting on one while getting in position for a shot, and for some reason the hunting buddy doesn't want to pull out the spines...