fourtycal
10-26-2005, 06:11 PM
My favorite activity as a child was once a year when my Dad would take me Deer hunting. I love the memories of following him on a hike or stalk with my BB gun. He had a favorite spot on the mountain where his dad had taken him, it was a fallen tree above a meadow where we would watch the sun rise over Sleeping Ute Mountain in Colorado, and could see all the way to Shiprock New Mexico. Aspen trees feed the meadow and on occasion we would even see a deer.
Since my dad passed away I have been back to that spot many times with nephews and with my son.
Even as I grow older I still get butterflies from the anticipation of the hunt. It is not so much about the kill, it is re-living past memories and taking youngsters to share the experience, being able to harvest a tasty treat of venison protein just top's off the trip. :haha:
This year I went to the base of the Blue mountains on the Blanding side. I saw a buck just after the sun rose and with the help of my Remington BDL I was able to make a clean kill at around 250 yards. It is not the biggest buck I have ever taken(in fact may be the smallest) but I am tickled with it just the same.
These are a few pictures of Brushy Basin where I hunted and the mountain.
Since my dad passed away I have been back to that spot many times with nephews and with my son.
Even as I grow older I still get butterflies from the anticipation of the hunt. It is not so much about the kill, it is re-living past memories and taking youngsters to share the experience, being able to harvest a tasty treat of venison protein just top's off the trip. :haha:
This year I went to the base of the Blue mountains on the Blanding side. I saw a buck just after the sun rose and with the help of my Remington BDL I was able to make a clean kill at around 250 yards. It is not the biggest buck I have ever taken(in fact may be the smallest) but I am tickled with it just the same.
These are a few pictures of Brushy Basin where I hunted and the mountain.