Guy Miner
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- Apr 6, 2006
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Wow - what a day! I'm worn out, which is a mistake, 'cause I'm home, and it's still light outside.
Headed out, drove to the trailhead. Didn't stay on the trail long, headed up the ridge. Two hours later I was at the top of the ridge, 2,000' higher. Ugh. Only ran into vine maple for 20 minutes or so, battled my way through that. The rest was just climbing, and climbing. Beautiful country, but somebody built a lot of vertical into it.
Stayed up high and glassed and scouted around a fair bit. Was a little surprised to find more elk sign than mule deer sign. Did find three mulie beds, right where they'd be expected, high & dry.
Was carrying the .25-06 Remington of course, and my Nimrod pack. That black nylon portion is new this year. It's specifically built to haul boned out meat, quarters, or other bulky & heavy items. It expands tremendously from what you see here. I just had a wool shirt in it, and my water bladder. First day afield for the orange Nosler hat. I'm afraid it's sweat soaked.
A little uneasy about the descent, I decided to try a new route, based on the map and what I'd seen from below on previous trips.
Bad idea. Thought I could skirt the cliffs I'd seen. Huh. That didn't work. I ended up going down the cliffs, through a chute. Pretty dicey for a while. Had my rifle on my pack so I could use both hands & feet. Remembered my old rock climbing skills from 30 years ago. Well, some of them. I honestly don't think I've come down a cliff face like that in at least 20 years, maybe 30. Yeah, I got a little scared, but here I am. Below the cliffs I ran into the shale & scree. Almost every step was an adventure. I remember being relieved once when I made it three steps without sliding or nearly falling. Pretty cool. Eventually ended up back on the trail. Getting down took just as long as going up, but I have to admit that I didn't sweat as much. Only saw one big doe all day. She looked sort of lonely, like she was looking for more deer too.
Got to the Jeep. Met some horsemen going in for a week. Five horses & mules for two guys for a week. Wow, those guys are going to be living well. Decided it was time for lunch and a re-think. That ridge was tougher than I'd anticipated. Grabbed lunch. Drove to another nearby area and scouted it, but didn't venture far from the Jeep. Didn't have a lot of go left in the legs.
Again, found more elk sign than mule deer sign. Have another chance to hunt on Thursday. There's an area open for antlerless elk right now. Might make a change in plan and go for elk instead of mulies. Who knows?
It was a GREAT day. Aside from the pucker factor for a while. Just what I needed. Legs are tired, but otherwise fine now. I think I'm taking it a little easier tomorrow, getting in some range time in the morning with a friend.
So much for the first day of deer hunting here. A little tougher than I'd planned on.
Regards, Guy
Headed out, drove to the trailhead. Didn't stay on the trail long, headed up the ridge. Two hours later I was at the top of the ridge, 2,000' higher. Ugh. Only ran into vine maple for 20 minutes or so, battled my way through that. The rest was just climbing, and climbing. Beautiful country, but somebody built a lot of vertical into it.
Stayed up high and glassed and scouted around a fair bit. Was a little surprised to find more elk sign than mule deer sign. Did find three mulie beds, right where they'd be expected, high & dry.
Was carrying the .25-06 Remington of course, and my Nimrod pack. That black nylon portion is new this year. It's specifically built to haul boned out meat, quarters, or other bulky & heavy items. It expands tremendously from what you see here. I just had a wool shirt in it, and my water bladder. First day afield for the orange Nosler hat. I'm afraid it's sweat soaked.
A little uneasy about the descent, I decided to try a new route, based on the map and what I'd seen from below on previous trips.
Bad idea. Thought I could skirt the cliffs I'd seen. Huh. That didn't work. I ended up going down the cliffs, through a chute. Pretty dicey for a while. Had my rifle on my pack so I could use both hands & feet. Remembered my old rock climbing skills from 30 years ago. Well, some of them. I honestly don't think I've come down a cliff face like that in at least 20 years, maybe 30. Yeah, I got a little scared, but here I am. Below the cliffs I ran into the shale & scree. Almost every step was an adventure. I remember being relieved once when I made it three steps without sliding or nearly falling. Pretty cool. Eventually ended up back on the trail. Getting down took just as long as going up, but I have to admit that I didn't sweat as much. Only saw one big doe all day. She looked sort of lonely, like she was looking for more deer too.
Got to the Jeep. Met some horsemen going in for a week. Five horses & mules for two guys for a week. Wow, those guys are going to be living well. Decided it was time for lunch and a re-think. That ridge was tougher than I'd anticipated. Grabbed lunch. Drove to another nearby area and scouted it, but didn't venture far from the Jeep. Didn't have a lot of go left in the legs.
Again, found more elk sign than mule deer sign. Have another chance to hunt on Thursday. There's an area open for antlerless elk right now. Might make a change in plan and go for elk instead of mulies. Who knows?
It was a GREAT day. Aside from the pucker factor for a while. Just what I needed. Legs are tired, but otherwise fine now. I think I'm taking it a little easier tomorrow, getting in some range time in the morning with a friend.
So much for the first day of deer hunting here. A little tougher than I'd planned on.
Regards, Guy