Archery Hunt

My brother Camron drew out for the Bookcliffs this year. It was his dream come true. Put a bow in that boys hands and he is on cloud nine. My brother and Dad stayed up on the mountain for 1 week. I am sure that they smelt extra special by the 7th day. Over the weekend my Mom, Uncle Randy, Aunt Jen, Kirk and I went up to help. Saturday afternoon a man came to our camp to see if we saw an injured buck run by cause his wife shot one and lost it. We did not see the buck. My dad went to do his business out in the wood and he looked down and found himself standing over a blood trail. At this point the hunt began. We were on a search for this ladies buck. Aunt Jen and I felt like we were on a easter egg hunt. My dad would tell us to stop looking for the buck so we wouldn't end up having to tag it since it was not ours. The second that my dad turned his head Aunt Jen and I kept searching. We were tracking fools :) Long story short we tracked this deer for bout 3/4 mile and found him still alive. We went back to the camp that the lady was at so they could come finish the buck off. It was the first deer that I would watch get killed. It didn't bother me that much. Maybe I found myself a new hobby.

Now it was time to find my little bro a nice buck. You know like a 4x5 score a 26 or so.. Ok I don't really know what I am talking about but I have heard my brother and dad repeat these measurement 1000 times. Hahahaha. We drove the 4-wheelers all over the mountain to scout the deer. That was my favorite part. We saw a few bucks but they were not the trophy buck that my brother was after. We had no luck that day so we went back to camp to warm up some homemade noodles and sweet corn. Yummmm. On the 6th day of my brother's hunt he shot one but ended up loosing the blood trail. He was bummed that he lost his buck but held his head high knowing that he had a fun week of mountain living!!!