Friday the 16th, Part 2
Okay, no time to worry about the satellite, he’ll follow the herd anyway right? Sure. So off I went trying to get downwind and ahead of these lagging cows. They didn’t like my cow calls that were saying, “wait for me! I’m lost! Where are you guys?” Because one of these cows would do that bark-thing every time I tried. Was she saying, “We’re up here moron!” or “Hey, we know what you are buddy, back off!” Either way, they were only about 100 yards away and it was pretty open. I didn’t really have a chance…with the bow. Perfect for a rifle…but, that’s obviously not what I’m here to do. “Screw the cows. I can hear the bull off ahead in the distance. Maybe if I pester him enough, he’ll try and come up here and kick my butt” I thought. So I snuck around the cows as best I could, hit the NEXT small drainage and the wind (strong..it was thundering pretty good by now) was directly from me to them. “Well crap,” I thought, “I guess I’ll make my way back to camp.” But, maybe I’ll try one more time. I let out my ugliest, meanest bugle, and this thing answered from about 150 yards downwind. Well, he caught my scent because the last thing I saw was an elk ass running away…but couldn’t see his head. And I heard a whole lot of sticks breaking off into the next county for all I know.
Now, by this time, I’m QUITE a ways from camp, so I start hoofing it back. Up and over finger ridges and ravines. Let me tell you, THAT gets old quick. Along the way I found another foot…but couldn’t locate any other pieces. Strange. Must have been a coyote’s idea of a midnight snack he thought he’d take home from the party. I also found another skull; this one had the antlers sawed off. You’d think whoever found it would have taken the skull too, but nope.
I finally found a hill I knew and went and sat out in the open. I shed the coat and soaking gloves, opened my shirt, and sat there shivering while watching a nice thunderstorm hammer a distant ridge with lightning. After awhile I starting hearing some “mooing” coming from below me. So, I picked up the bugle and “mooed” right back. Wouldn’t you know it, from behind me these two cows came in! I sat there for awhile and called them into 20 yards. Great, Tom, you’re a certified cow caller. I stood up and they drifted off. But, instead of going down to the road and back to camp, I decided I’m rested enough to go BACK to the top of the ridge and BACK the way I came earlier. Again, off I went.
It didn’t take long for me to realize how tired I still was and that this was a bad decision. But, I’m stubborn, so kept going. Working up a whole new batch of sweat. Whoops, starting to rain good. Time to retire to the tent! There, now hopefully this will die off soon. I was enjoying myself out there.
Okay, so after struggling my way to the top that didn’t look nearly so steep or far at first, I headed down the ridge. I got back to where I had first topped out earlier today, and since it was only like 1930, I decided to throw some bugles out to see if anything would respond. It was dead calm, so when I bugled, it would echo across the many valleys…and my distant camp. What do you know! I got a response from a distant bull and then heard a very faint response from an even more distant bull. We did that for a while and I finally decided I HAD to go to camp if I wanted to get dinner together and a fire made before it was completely dark.
After changing and converting my pickup cab into a Laundromat, I opened up my food bag and WHOOFTA! What a stench! Yep, see, it’s all well and good to leave your pack packed, but remember to empty it of garbage moron! This half-eaten dehydrated meal was swelled up with noxious fumes and had leaked a foul-smelling liquid over the rest of my food. Good thing I had some MREs in the bottom and it’s a good thing they’re sealed for a nuclear explosion…otherwise, I think I would have gone hungry.
So I ate an MRE. Those things are extremely good when you’re starving for calories. However, whoever decided that white rice was a good idea should be slapped. Nasty. But, whoever got the great idea of Tabasco should be given a medal…somehow it made the rice not-so-nasty. I didn’t care, I was hungry.
And here I am in a tent in the rain. I suppose it’s time for bed.
Now, by this time, I’m QUITE a ways from camp, so I start hoofing it back. Up and over finger ridges and ravines. Let me tell you, THAT gets old quick. Along the way I found another foot…but couldn’t locate any other pieces. Strange. Must have been a coyote’s idea of a midnight snack he thought he’d take home from the party. I also found another skull; this one had the antlers sawed off. You’d think whoever found it would have taken the skull too, but nope.
I finally found a hill I knew and went and sat out in the open. I shed the coat and soaking gloves, opened my shirt, and sat there shivering while watching a nice thunderstorm hammer a distant ridge with lightning. After awhile I starting hearing some “mooing” coming from below me. So, I picked up the bugle and “mooed” right back. Wouldn’t you know it, from behind me these two cows came in! I sat there for awhile and called them into 20 yards. Great, Tom, you’re a certified cow caller. I stood up and they drifted off. But, instead of going down to the road and back to camp, I decided I’m rested enough to go BACK to the top of the ridge and BACK the way I came earlier. Again, off I went.
It didn’t take long for me to realize how tired I still was and that this was a bad decision. But, I’m stubborn, so kept going. Working up a whole new batch of sweat. Whoops, starting to rain good. Time to retire to the tent! There, now hopefully this will die off soon. I was enjoying myself out there.
Okay, so after struggling my way to the top that didn’t look nearly so steep or far at first, I headed down the ridge. I got back to where I had first topped out earlier today, and since it was only like 1930, I decided to throw some bugles out to see if anything would respond. It was dead calm, so when I bugled, it would echo across the many valleys…and my distant camp. What do you know! I got a response from a distant bull and then heard a very faint response from an even more distant bull. We did that for a while and I finally decided I HAD to go to camp if I wanted to get dinner together and a fire made before it was completely dark.
After changing and converting my pickup cab into a Laundromat, I opened up my food bag and WHOOFTA! What a stench! Yep, see, it’s all well and good to leave your pack packed, but remember to empty it of garbage moron! This half-eaten dehydrated meal was swelled up with noxious fumes and had leaked a foul-smelling liquid over the rest of my food. Good thing I had some MREs in the bottom and it’s a good thing they’re sealed for a nuclear explosion…otherwise, I think I would have gone hungry.
So I ate an MRE. Those things are extremely good when you’re starving for calories. However, whoever decided that white rice was a good idea should be slapped. Nasty. But, whoever got the great idea of Tabasco should be given a medal…somehow it made the rice not-so-nasty. I didn’t care, I was hungry.
And here I am in a tent in the rain. I suppose it’s time for bed.
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