Our little town is bustling….we are in hunting season!
This little blog has gotten some serious traffic in the last few weeks.
I think I know why.
Not those cute kids that live around here. No sir…but they sure are cute.
Or those riveting posts about ranch happenings, new swathers and making hay…
These…
I don’t blame you. It’s exciting and purely great to watch and witness.
So here’s a story if you are interested in reading. Well, two but I’ll keep them short. I promise that they are true, believe them if you will.
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One day, while out walking with the girls the elk were high up on a ridge bugling and chirping. I made a couple of sharp whistles and I would like to think that the bulls were answering back. We kept walking along, visited Wooster in a hay field and made our way back about 20 minutes later. Low and behold near the place that I first whistled, one of the biggest elk was there waiting. He was less than 30 yards away. We stared at each other for a little bit, he would bugle and I would answer. (there were a few corrals between us). He would sniff the air, walk around and circle back. We did that for about five minutes until he lost interest. It was one of the best moments of my life while being here. Ruby just played in the dirt patiently and Clara was strapped in the stroller looking at books. My camera…of course…was safely in the house.
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Just last evening, same type of scenario, except Wooster was standing with us at the shop. The elk were high on a ridge, bugling and calling. I did some shrill whistles and we kept playing/talking/working. Ruby was chasing cotton tailed rabbits. About five minutes later we could see a lone bull elk running in a far pasture. He ran down the pasture and stayed about 400 yards out. We did the same calling back and forth. He would smell the air and look, circle back, then stand. Matt pointed out that I was probably sending him to his death…he wasn’t far from passing over to another area and public land. Either way, this time I had a witness to the big guy coming around. Camera? In the house.
Okay…one more story.
With a video…
(again…sorry for the shaking and moving…and Clara is “talking” through it too.)
We were standing on the corner of our deck. The white noise sound you hear is the creek and some gated pipe irrigation.
