Throwback Thursday! I was going to say a few years ago.... 😂 these are from 2010. My daughter and her two girls, hubby is packing the youngest and she has oreo cookies all over her face and down his back😜.
My family has a thing for the Northern California Coast. Pictures at Fern Canyon, Gold Bluff Beach and the sea lions are on docks at Crescent City. The Roosevelt elk have the run of the Redwoods🌲🌲🌲.
Day 11 Afternoon
About 1 o'clock the cows got up and started working over the ridge to my north. I didn't think they were going to hit the water hole. One cow was 30 yards in front of her 20 friends and lining out. He decided that was enough, bugled, lowered his head and started trotting her direction. Immediately, the other cows and calves changed their angle towards water. The wayward cow lasted 20 more yards until she knew her path was set to intercept with his antlers and adjusted towards my side of the water hole. I exhaled and forgot to breathe for her next 120 yards. Splashing brought my attention back to the rest of the herd playing at the far edge of the pond.
For a minute it looked like he was going to split the difference and enter the pond between the herd and the lone cow when she nonchalantly juked near the edge of the water straight towards me. The shuttle-t on the end of my fmj began to synchronize with my heart beat as he trotted to cut her off. I had ranged the rabbitbrush at his ankle 100 times in the last week and knew he was finally within my limits. The cow changed course to join up with the others and he turned broadside to survey this sage basin............... The whole herd exploded with the release of pent up energy being transferred from my Heli'm to projectile through air, space, hide, rib, muscle, and organs.
Only 1 cow stopped to look back for their suitor before they crested the far hill. Oddly enough, it was the wayward cow that led him within bow range. He bolted 70 yards before the adrenaline slowed enough for his brain to process what his organs were screaming: this foreign object inside your chest cavity is doing terrible damage every time you move! After 5 minutes of stillness he walked 25 yards, gently laid down, and slowly lowered his head.
I exhaled and 11 days of pent-up energy and 2 months of anticipation poured out.
These grouse are always fun to shoot at but as you can imagine... expensive when ya miss haha so don't and you will be eating great back in camp!
This video was taken no more than an hour or so before I found myself at full draw for at least a minute waiting for a big bull elk to step into a clearing between two branches for the shot. This sport is such a game of patience, strong will, and concentration. If you're up for a challenge, get out there with a bow and arrow. Many underestimate the instinct and intelligence of these animals in their natural element. I can guarantee the ups and downs. Luck, timing and skill all play a crucial factor in order to be successful. Ultimately, the experience is not measured by success which is what archery is all about. I wouldn't change the way I was raised for anything.
Today I decided to film my walk through the forest by the bow river because it had such an eerie ambiance to it. There was crows cawing, the sky was getting dark, and the occasional thunder clap was being known. This is a short clip from the part where I started to head back to my car. I came across some elk that ran off, followed by one hell of a lighting and thunder combo. I nearly pooped myself. Right as the clip ends it starts to pour rain. The bow valley storms are wild. #canmore#bowriver#elk#explorealberta#stormweather