Looking at all your wonderful mounts makes me feel kind of silly. I went on this antelope hunt one time in Wyoming and while I was sneaking up on a bunch of lopes, all of a sudden I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I quickly turned and it was just in time. I saw him coming at about 15 yards and he was closing fast with hatred in his eyes. I knew I had to act fast or I would be history. I raised my 416 Rigby and fired from the hip. Lucky for me I had been practicing my Anny Oakley routine and I dropped this beast at 5 feet. In fact, the body slid to a halt just inches from my feet. As terrified as I was, I skinned him and took him to my local taxidermist. You can call him what you like, but I just call him "killer". Here he is, now hanging safely on my trophy room wall. I shake just thinking about that hair-raising ordeal. Please be careful when hunting the wilds of Wyoming. I hope you don't think my trophy room is silly.
My 07 archery bull. I was napping in one of my favorite meadows on a hot afternoon in mid september occasionally cow calling. When I heard leaves rustling below me. I casually sat up and chirped on my cow call thinking it was probably another chipmunk. Boy was I surprised when a bull immediately bugled and started running right to me. I drew my bow as he was running up the game trail and the bull stopped at 20 yards facing me. He froze and looked all over the meadow for a cow. I was waiting for him to turn broadside when I felt the wind change and the cool breeze started blowing on my sweaty back. I thought he would bust any second Luckily I had sprayed a ton of elk piss all over the bushes around me. He did not bust but I couldn't hold my bow back any longer so I took the shot and hit him perfectly the bull only ran 70 yards and expired.
I know shots like that are considered risky with a bow but at 20 yards I was confident I would kill him. My arrow got the top of his heart, lungs, and the broadhead ended up lodged into his pelvis. He grossed 299 5/8.
The other pic is my dads 09? archery bear. Don't know what he weighed but his skull measured just under 21 inches.
Hunting is not usually a pursuit where instant gratification abounds. It takes a lot of time, practice, resources and patience to be a successful hunter. So when someone decides that an area they hunted only once without taking an animal is worthless and devoid of game, I don't quite understand it. These people usually jump from game management unit to game management unit; trying a new one every year.
Now don't get me wrong, there are people that just enjoy scouting and hunting...