ashersdad
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So we head over to Wyoming on Sunday the 14th to do a little scouting for the elk hunt. My hunt starts on the 15th, unfortunately I have to be in meetings in SLC Mon.-Wed. so won't be able to hunt until Thursday.|oo Hope Moosie left me a spike.
Anyway we are driving up a dirt road and look over and see two guys out in the sage gutting something. We stop to glass for elk and glass over to see what they are gutting and it's a muley buck. Now my brother, cousin and I all had region G tags and we know the hunt closed on the 10th. We can't figure out why these guys are out there with not a care in the world. One guy is wearing a white shirt and the one gutting has no shirt on at all (hell he was whiter than his buddy). They look over at us and just keep working on the deer. When we see it's a buck we are all pissed so we drove up the road and see there truck parked. We write down the license # and head out to get cell phone reception. Finally get reception and call the poaching hotline. Talk to a nice lady and she takes the information and says she will have the game warden give me a call. The game warden calls a few hours later and they have the guys address and are on their way to his house. Hope they nailed his ass. Anyway, I might call the warden when I am over there Thursday to see how it turned out. Sorry about the long post, just felt like venting.
POACHERS SUCK!!!
Anyway we are driving up a dirt road and look over and see two guys out in the sage gutting something. We stop to glass for elk and glass over to see what they are gutting and it's a muley buck. Now my brother, cousin and I all had region G tags and we know the hunt closed on the 10th. We can't figure out why these guys are out there with not a care in the world. One guy is wearing a white shirt and the one gutting has no shirt on at all (hell he was whiter than his buddy). They look over at us and just keep working on the deer. When we see it's a buck we are all pissed so we drove up the road and see there truck parked. We write down the license # and head out to get cell phone reception. Finally get reception and call the poaching hotline. Talk to a nice lady and she takes the information and says she will have the game warden give me a call. The game warden calls a few hours later and they have the guys address and are on their way to his house. Hope they nailed his ass. Anyway, I might call the warden when I am over there Thursday to see how it turned out. Sorry about the long post, just felt like venting. POACHERS SUCK!!!
