Showing posts from September, 2012

Wyoming Elk

My friends over at Food for Hunters have some great recipes. I wonder if they have one for tag soup? I have an elk tag to eat. This will hardly be my first time eating a tag, but they don't seem to taste any better the more you eat. It's definitely not an acquired taste. But before I go on, let me tell you that this isn't going to be a "woe is me" kind d of story, and aside from the fact that my tag is still intact, I actually had a great trip. I spent some quality time with my mom, dad and sister who were able to stay at the cabin in Dubois, WY that formed my "base camp." I saw some breathtakingly beautiful paintings done by our Creator and I had some close encounters with good bulls. What more can you ask for? I know, I could ask for my tag to be wrapped around some elk antlers right now. Oh well. The first couple of days were pretty slow. The weather was hot and dry causing he elk to be mostly nocturnal and there was very little bugling a

New Mexico Mule Deer

I don't think you can get much closer to the wire than the evening of the last day of a hunt. Thursday evening as I headed toward our hunting area with my friend J.J. Salinas, his dad Joseph, and their friend John Collins, I found myself somewhere between the finality of returning to Georgia empty-handed and the hopefulness of having one more opportunity to wrap my tag around a set of velvet-covered antlers. If I didn't tag out on this trip, my tag was still good for the January archery hunt during he rut. The locals all agreed that was the best time to kill a giant muley anyway. But I wanted one in velvet. The first morning of our hunt was pretty eventful, but not as expected. We glassed up a few does, went a little farther and climbed a hill to do some more classing. Just as we were getting settled, we spotted a 4 1/2 foot rattler, then a 4 footer, all in the span of a few minutes. Both were dispatched with a few arrows. With my good friend J.J. Salinas We t