It was my first time hunting Alberta, Rocky mountain foothill to be exact.
We cruised around for camp site and scout a bit the first day and saw more than 10 deers! What a deer country! We are out numbered!
Next morning, we scout on foot within one hour distance from our camp site, we found 3 separated clearings with tons of fresh tracks on a hill top and we planned to set 3 guys up there that night.
Bang! my buddy got his first Alberta buck and let go of the doe. What a night of hunt!
Day 2, I set up on the same spot my buddy got his buck. 4 does passed by 300 yards away from clear boardviews for more 2 minutes. I put them in the centre of my crosshair one by one, and my trigger finger moved to the trigger and left. I was in a perfect sitting shooting position and my 300wm was sighted in fot 300 yard shoots, but I was not travelling from Ontario to Alberta for a doe only, from the number of deer I saw in the past few day, I passed.
Day 3 and 4 I had a chance to intercept 4 does from 75 yards and 50 yards and again, I passed, and my host's son got his first Alberta doe that night!
Day 5, I went to a new spot. I climbed up a hilltop that over look 3 separate clearings. I picked a spot that half back from the slope which I can see only one and a half of those clearings, but my shooting ranges reduced from 300+ to 100-300 yards.
I sat in front of a falled tree. I'm facing downhill and the rising sun was behind me.I decided to stay there for 2 hours. It was 9:00am.
10:45am, I caught a movement from my right. Something black and small was walking on a fallen tree. It was so small I thought it was a bog groundhog or something. Since it was on my right, I had a hard time to move my rifle to the right side and check it out with my rifle scope but I finally made it (after it moved forward for another 75 yards). It was hiding in front of another fallen tree just like me. It's colour was perfectly blended in with the bakground. It was not a small animal! It was a deer and to be exact it was a young buck, the second buck I saw in this few days so far!
I carefully place my crosshair right on top of it's heart. It was about 100 yards. No wind. A bit downhill and the deer was facing a treeline 300 yards away. If my first shot didn't drop it, I would have a second chance for another shot. And I asked myself a question, I answered: I want this little buck! So I squeezed my trigger claimly.
9 days in the camp, I saw more than 50 deers (and if you cruise by truck you will see much more!) Next year, when the horses are ready, we will go even deeper into the Rockies.
OnnO
We cruised around for camp site and scout a bit the first day and saw more than 10 deers! What a deer country! We are out numbered!
Next morning, we scout on foot within one hour distance from our camp site, we found 3 separated clearings with tons of fresh tracks on a hill top and we planned to set 3 guys up there that night.
Bang! my buddy got his first Alberta buck and let go of the doe. What a night of hunt!
Day 2, I set up on the same spot my buddy got his buck. 4 does passed by 300 yards away from clear boardviews for more 2 minutes. I put them in the centre of my crosshair one by one, and my trigger finger moved to the trigger and left. I was in a perfect sitting shooting position and my 300wm was sighted in fot 300 yard shoots, but I was not travelling from Ontario to Alberta for a doe only, from the number of deer I saw in the past few day, I passed.
Day 3 and 4 I had a chance to intercept 4 does from 75 yards and 50 yards and again, I passed, and my host's son got his first Alberta doe that night!
Day 5, I went to a new spot. I climbed up a hilltop that over look 3 separate clearings. I picked a spot that half back from the slope which I can see only one and a half of those clearings, but my shooting ranges reduced from 300+ to 100-300 yards.
I sat in front of a falled tree. I'm facing downhill and the rising sun was behind me.I decided to stay there for 2 hours. It was 9:00am.
10:45am, I caught a movement from my right. Something black and small was walking on a fallen tree. It was so small I thought it was a bog groundhog or something. Since it was on my right, I had a hard time to move my rifle to the right side and check it out with my rifle scope but I finally made it (after it moved forward for another 75 yards). It was hiding in front of another fallen tree just like me. It's colour was perfectly blended in with the bakground. It was not a small animal! It was a deer and to be exact it was a young buck, the second buck I saw in this few days so far!
I carefully place my crosshair right on top of it's heart. It was about 100 yards. No wind. A bit downhill and the deer was facing a treeline 300 yards away. If my first shot didn't drop it, I would have a second chance for another shot. And I asked myself a question, I answered: I want this little buck! So I squeezed my trigger claimly.
9 days in the camp, I saw more than 50 deers (and if you cruise by truck you will see much more!) Next year, when the horses are ready, we will go even deeper into the Rockies.
OnnO
