mozey
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LAST EDITED ON May-04-08 AT 10:34AM (MST)[p]Spent yesterday morning trying to find Mr. Gobbler, but he wasn't answering my calls at all, and I kept getting busted by hens. Finally got bored with that circus, and decided to head over to the canyon where I found this set a couple weeks earlier...
and do little more shed hunting. The opposite slope was fairly steep, but about four fifths the way up there was a shelf that looked about 20 yards wide and about 200 yards long. Above the shelf there was a narrow passage between some sheer cliffs. Below the the shelf were patches of oak brush that reached all the way down into bottom of the canyon. The thought of hiking up that mountain didn't appeal much, but I thought I'd at least hike down into the bottom and look for sign.
Once down in the bottom, I picked up a well worn elk trail with bull crap strewn all along it. Sure enough, it was leading straight on up that mountain that I didn't want to hike up, but now I was hooked. About 30 minutes later, but still about 100 yards below the shelf, I made a small opening in the oakbrush, looked to my left, and there was a beautiful brown 7-point lefty, the biggest that I've ever found. Unfortunately, my daughter borrowed my camera for a school field trip, so I couldn't take an ATL.
Continued on up the elk trail to the shelf, where I found another small chalky 6-point. Decided to work my way along the edge of the shelf glassing back down through the oak brush to see if I could spot the match to the 7-point. Went to the very end of the shelf, which was covered with ponderosas, and there it was on the edge of the shelf itself. I knew immediately that it was the matching righty. Jubilation! Found three more bleached singles on the way back out, one also another 7-point, but stashed those for another day. Here's a pic of the matching sevens:
and do little more shed hunting. The opposite slope was fairly steep, but about four fifths the way up there was a shelf that looked about 20 yards wide and about 200 yards long. Above the shelf there was a narrow passage between some sheer cliffs. Below the the shelf were patches of oak brush that reached all the way down into bottom of the canyon. The thought of hiking up that mountain didn't appeal much, but I thought I'd at least hike down into the bottom and look for sign.
Once down in the bottom, I picked up a well worn elk trail with bull crap strewn all along it. Sure enough, it was leading straight on up that mountain that I didn't want to hike up, but now I was hooked. About 30 minutes later, but still about 100 yards below the shelf, I made a small opening in the oakbrush, looked to my left, and there was a beautiful brown 7-point lefty, the biggest that I've ever found. Unfortunately, my daughter borrowed my camera for a school field trip, so I couldn't take an ATL.
Continued on up the elk trail to the shelf, where I found another small chalky 6-point. Decided to work my way along the edge of the shelf glassing back down through the oak brush to see if I could spot the match to the 7-point. Went to the very end of the shelf, which was covered with ponderosas, and there it was on the edge of the shelf itself. I knew immediately that it was the matching righty. Jubilation! Found three more bleached singles on the way back out, one also another 7-point, but stashed those for another day. Here's a pic of the matching sevens:
