nmtaxi
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Tagging a mountain lion has been on my wish list for quite a while. A few years back I was fortunate to meet and become friends with Nathan, who happens to be a houndsman.
Two years ago, Nate offered to help get me a lion in southern New Mexico. I went with him a couple of times, and even though we cut some tracks, we never came up successful. Nate seemed to have much better luck when I wasn't along.
A year and half ago, Nate moved to Fort Collins, CO to go to school. This year, he began having luck finding lions in the area, and invited me to give it go, once again.
Over the last couple of weeks we started watching the weather closely. Early last week, the weather report was looking promising, so we decided that this would be the weekend. I got everything set up to head out Thursday afternoon.
Thursday morning, Nate called to let me know that it appeared the storm was going to miss the area, and it may not be as good as we first thought. We were very close to cancelling, but in the end, my desire for a mountain lion over-ruled my common sense, and I headed north Thursday afternoon.
I hit bad weather between Santa Fe and Las Vegas, and again south of Pueblo, but things cleared the further north I went. I knew that we were going to be hunting on old snow, but that's still better than not hunting at all. Once I reached Fort Collins, I bought my tag, then met up with Nate. At that point, things started looking up. We heard a report that the mountains to the west had recieved a skiff of snow...
Two years ago, Nate offered to help get me a lion in southern New Mexico. I went with him a couple of times, and even though we cut some tracks, we never came up successful. Nate seemed to have much better luck when I wasn't along.
A year and half ago, Nate moved to Fort Collins, CO to go to school. This year, he began having luck finding lions in the area, and invited me to give it go, once again.
Over the last couple of weeks we started watching the weather closely. Early last week, the weather report was looking promising, so we decided that this would be the weekend. I got everything set up to head out Thursday afternoon.
Thursday morning, Nate called to let me know that it appeared the storm was going to miss the area, and it may not be as good as we first thought. We were very close to cancelling, but in the end, my desire for a mountain lion over-ruled my common sense, and I headed north Thursday afternoon.
I hit bad weather between Santa Fe and Las Vegas, and again south of Pueblo, but things cleared the further north I went. I knew that we were going to be hunting on old snow, but that's still better than not hunting at all. Once I reached Fort Collins, I bought my tag, then met up with Nate. At that point, things started looking up. We heard a report that the mountains to the west had recieved a skiff of snow...