S: 2008 Season
FC: 2008 Hunting Season
1: My 2008 season turned out to be fairly successful. I was able to harvest my first moose, my best archery antelope to date, and my first 6 point bull.
3: Archery Antelope Only one day in the blind and I was able to shoot this buck. Marcus and I were hunting the same large water hole in different blinds so that we could cover the whole thing. This buck snuck in behind me and watered at 40 yards. I shot and hit him a little far back but he only went 50 yards before lying down to expire. To date, this is my best archery antelope.
4: Wyoming Shiras Moose
5: The country was absolutely beautiful over by Cokeville, Wy. Above photo was of a forest fire that was burning near by.
6: Dallas came along with me on the archery hunt for the first week, then Nathan was going to join me for the second week which was the rifle hunt. Dallas and I had a great time, seeing lots of moose, elk, deer and antelope. We would cover lots of country in the mornings and evenings, nap and eat at the trail in the hot mid day, and at night would rest and tell stories of our friend Gerry Baur as we knew he had only days left in his battle with pancreatic cancer.
7: During the archery hunt we had some opportunities at some bulls but nothing that I thought was big enough at that time. We had a nice bull follow a cow into a water hole that we were sitting on which was very exciting. Dallas couldn't believe that I didn't shoot that bull at 40 yards! Another bull we called in from about a mile away. We called him right up to us in the sage brush until Dallas got nervous and stood up to avoid any close encounters. After several days of hunting, Dallas had to get back home. I drove him home, then came right back the next day, the last day of archery season.
8: The last evening of the archery hunt, I did see several bulls. None bigger than I had already passed on, and tomorrow was the opener of rifle season. Nathan rolled in about 2 in the morning, got about 2 hours of sleep, before the pack of his life (little did we know at the time!) Right at sun up there were moose everywhere in Fontenelle Creek. We saw 8 bulls before 8 in the morning...from 1 location I might add. Nate spotted what appeared to be a great bull across the willows of Fontenelle Creek. We quickly made a plan and took off after the bull.
9: We basically walked right to the bull. They are not the brightest creature on the planet, thats for sure. Two shots rang out from the Weatherby 300 and he was down. I had just harvested my first moose. Nate videoed the whole thing as we hooted and hollered and talked about how the plan came together. The moose was 8 years old, 38 inches wide. Fontenelle Creek
10: The moose was down shortly after 8 in the morning, about 1 mile from the truck across the willows and creek bottom. It took Nate and I until 7 that night to get the whole thing out! There were several bee hives in the willows and waist deep creeks that we crossed multiple times that really slowed the process down. Nate was a trooper, that was a hard and heavy pack out, especially for a guy running on 2 hours of sleep! We got back to camp near Cokeville, showered at the Flying J Truck Stop, ate dinner and went to bed. The next morning we woke early for the long drive back to Boise. We had to get the moose to the butcher and then head to hunt antelope for Nate.
11: It was Nate's turn to hunt, and he had an Idaho antelope tag, unit 37, in his pocket. We made a quick trip of it, leaving several hours before light and planned to be back that night. Nate did shoot a nice antelope early that afternoon of October 3rd. On the drive home, I got the call from Tegan I knew was coming. Gerry Baur lost his battle with pancreatic cancer earlier that day. He will be missed.
12: General Season Idaho Elk
13: Bobby, John and I hunted the general elk season in unit 39 in Atlanta. This was our first time hunting elk out of Atlanta, but I knew the area from deer hunting for the past several years. Opening morning the 3 of us hunted together up the James Creek road that my friend Todd Huck had turned me on to. We got to the trail head about 1 hour before light because we knew that there would be several hunters heading up into the same area. We ended up spreading out and glassing into a great drainage that Todd told me would hold elk. I had left Bobby and John and spotted this bull walking in a burn about 500 yards away. I could tell it was a branch bull and that was all I needed to see. I started moving down the ridge as fast as possible without blowing him out of the country. The bull was quickly walking towards the timber! I got to where I thought would be a comfortable shot at about 300 yards and sat down. It took me a few seconds to relocate
14: the bull and he was getting very close to thick timber. I picked a spot between two burned trees and waited for him to walk into view. BANG ! Down he went. I still didn't know what he was, but he was big enough for a general hunt. I put one more in his neck just to finish him off and started yelling with excitement. I knew John was the closest to me but he was not responding to me calling his name. Of course I left my walkie-talkie in the trailer that I was supposed to have and they were calling me on that. Because of the shots, Bobby and John made there way to me. We all walked up to the bull together and to my surprise it was a 6x5. My first 6 point! After some quick photos in the rain, I started quartering, Bobby was boning and John was the between guy that was helping with whatever he could. It seemed like an eternity, but we finally had it boned out and in our packs and ready to endure some pain. Todd had told me, if we shoot one to take it down to the pack trail and back up. Not a great idea for where the bull was.
15: We started heading down the creek towards where the trail was. It sucked to say the least. Creek bottoms with lots of downfall. John fell and buried his gun barrel into the mud up to the stock, so we stopped and cleaned that out and continued heading down. A half mile later, we realized that this pack trail was much further and we were walking away from the truck, but we were too far down now to turn around so we kept on.
16: Bobby, John and Travis at camp in Atlanta, (Left) Bobby and Travis, (Right)
17: Snow on highway 55 on the drive home. Not much further down the creek, I glimpsed up into the timber across the creek and there was an elk! I looked and it was a bull! John was with me and I tried to get him to shoot but he wasn't comfortable because of what he had done with his gun shortly before. I called Bobby over to us and told him to shoot it. I didn't have to ask him twice. Several shots later and Bobby had his first elk ever and a great bull. Bobby and John went and gutted it out and left it for the following day since we already had more weight than we could handle. We finally found the trail another half mile down the creek which made the walking a little easier, but still got back to the truck well after dark. The next 3 days we packed meat and every day brought snow and more snow making packing just a little more fun each trip!