I would imagine he would have a scope on it.
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Kind of reminds me of "Waltzing Matilda." Where's that jolly jumbuck that you put in your tucker bag? You'll come a waltzing-Matilda with me...That remined me of a friend who lived in the country on a wheat and sheep property. They had been losing sheep for a while and couldn't figure out what was taking them.
One day the local primary school kids had a show n tell of what they did on the weekend. A few kids got up and spoke about their adventures and then this little Aboriginal kid gets up and starts telling the class about how he and his uncles went hunting wild sheep on the weekend. They got 3 of them.
The news spread to the local Police station and they went out to pay the sheep poachers a visit and found sheep ID tags in the bin. They matched the tags to sheep from my friend's farm. Problem solved.
Be very very quiet. We're hunting wild sheep![]()
The elk won this time, I'm afraid...Still waiting to see a picture of your boot on the side of an elk on the ground as you pose in a victory stance.![]()
I guess you will starve this winter ;-)The elk won this time, I'm afraid...
That's what matters. Having fun in nature.I am often very grateful that my ability to feed my family does not depend on my ability to harvest game with a primitive bow.
Between some very adverse weather and very limited mobility, I knew my odds were even lower than usual this year. The wind roared for three solid days, which makes it impossible to hear the elk, and tends to make them hunker down and move about less. Incidentally, it also makes camping out a lot less fun. It was COLD. And my foot is still in a cast, and pretty sore, and I have to carry a stool to sit on, all of which severely limits where I can go and how far I can hike.
But it was a good, safe hunt, we both stayed healthy; I got to spend many hours gazing at beautiful things, hanging out with chickadees and ravens. So I'm not complaining. And rifle season is coming up--that's not nearly as fun, but it's when I generally put some meat in the freezer.
Yeah, always some pretty strong mixed emotions with a kill: Sadness at removing a beautiful animal from the flow of life, a sense of accomplishment bordering on euphoria, relief at providing some meat for the winter, deep gratitude, and some other things that are hard to hang words on.I'm sad to see the dead animal but I'm happy you were able to get a nice buck.
Congrats!