http://my.hsj.org/Portals/2/logos/__TFMF_pqmijh45cev51mn4wijddif0_f487c9a5-30dc-45db-807b-3ca24e8c17f4_0___Selected.jpg en-us Copyright 2008 - All Rights Reserved. Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:54:25 GMT 15 By Bryce Larsen
Our day starts with gathering the wood for the fire, preparing breakfast, and getting our gear ready for the day of hunting. We usually wake up at 0400 hours so we can get our stuff ready, eat breakfast, and get to our spot at 0600 hours. Right at the crack of dawn is when the big bull elk are roaming around. The big loners that are taking their morning stroll. We decided to go to this spot that kind of overlooks a clearing, where I saw some tracks and droppings the day before. This meadow was quite a sight. It had all different sizes and colors of grass, and you could see the grass glistening in the sun because of the morning dew. It looked like a giant pasture of grass that was painted with lip gloss. As we were looking through this meadow, we were hearing noises behind us. It was branches breaking and snapping. It seemed as if some big vehicle was coming through the trees and just driving over branches and logs on the ground. We kept looking to the tress where we heard the noise. I saw out of the corner of my eye my dad’s hands moving, I wasn't sure what he was doing. I did hear the little click sound of him taking the safety off. I saw as he extended his arms and put the bipod down to steady the rifle. He was shaking from the adrenaline pumping through his veins like cars on the autobahn speedway just cruising as fast as they could go. I started shaking to, because of my adrenaline running through my veins. My dad put the butt of the rifle into his shoulder and slipped his finger to the side of the trigger waiting for that tremendous shot that would be released with the force of the gun powder and adrenaline. I could hear him breathing heavily waiting to get a visual of what was making the loud noises. After about 30 seconds he whispers "visual". I couldn't see it to well, but he had a scope so he could see it clearly. He then whispered "darn it", a sure sign of disappointment. I asked what was wrong and he said, "It's a moose." We didn't have a tag for a moose so we couldn't shoot. The rest of the day we were really jittery because of that adrenaline. We didn't see anything the rest of the day. By the time we got back to camp we were both exhausted so we went to bed. Once again, another day starts with gathering wood for the fire, preparing breakfast, and getting our gear ready for the day of hunting. ]]> Fri, 14 Nov 2008 22:50:00 GMT