uncle sage
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I'm a old fart now, not sure how long this busted body can still hunt but there was a time. Know fer a fact that there are a good bunch of guys out there that once they learned how or had the place, they liked to play the same way with Muley hunts as i and some of my buds did. We liked to hunt Monsters only...until the last weekend which, unfortunately or fortunately depending the way a guy looks at it, usually was when i seemed to take the better bucks i have. I'd like to hear from some of you with stories to tell about passing up good bucks looking for the possibility of getting a good poke at something truly special.
I'll be glad to start: Why the Owners allowed a VW bus with a young couple softie fellows to camp up a draw to "take pictures of wildlife" in the middle of a area in the Rubies that my Uncle had contracted to patrol and keep people out in exchange for his and my hunting privileges, i'll never know. On a year that i happened to have that tag, we drove up to their camp, well on the large cattle ranch we "patrolled". he introduced himself while i made sure everything looked OK abouts until i noticed the for sure 30"+ spindly but high buck looking down at us unconcerned from a little ridge not 70-80 yards away. I had every right and full permission to get out and take him as he stood, whatever. i might find better one the next day or during the last week though and it was about their camp, i passed. Those softie guys in their short shorts and cameras may have keeled over right there if i had plugged him. lol Let's hear some tales needed telling?
I'll be glad to start: Why the Owners allowed a VW bus with a young couple softie fellows to camp up a draw to "take pictures of wildlife" in the middle of a area in the Rubies that my Uncle had contracted to patrol and keep people out in exchange for his and my hunting privileges, i'll never know. On a year that i happened to have that tag, we drove up to their camp, well on the large cattle ranch we "patrolled". he introduced himself while i made sure everything looked OK abouts until i noticed the for sure 30"+ spindly but high buck looking down at us unconcerned from a little ridge not 70-80 yards away. I had every right and full permission to get out and take him as he stood, whatever. i might find better one the next day or during the last week though and it was about their camp, i passed. Those softie guys in their short shorts and cameras may have keeled over right there if i had plugged him. lol Let's hear some tales needed telling?