It was a perfect setup. My son was 100 yards to my left. I had O&B ranged at 55 yards at about a 50 degree angle downhill.
At my signal my son stood on the skyline, causing the billy to stand perfectly broadside.
It was beautiful. I drew, had to let down and readjust footing.
I pinned him for 45 yards and let it fly. Shaved hair off his back.
Billy jumps as carbon explodes on the rock behind him. He runs down hill 10 yards and stops quartering away.
I knock my last arrow, pinned again for 45 yards and the arrow hits nothing but rock right under him.
Game over.
My son and I talk about it. We can't help but grin even with the outcome of events.
It starts raining, then snowing. More arrows are in the truck 7.5 miles away.
I could be hunting again by Friday noon.
As we hike in the slush we decide to bail. I dislike sleeping cold and uncomfortable very much. I'd like to get my bow 100% straightened out.
We pack out in heavy rain and snow. We pull into the driveway around midnight....hot showers and food and clean sheets.
Basic replacement gear has been ordered. It should be here Tuesday.
Tomorrow I'll be talking with a Deputy from La Plata county again.....
I'll be back on the mountain Wednesday with fresh attitude, gear, and arrows.
I'm looking forward to it!
