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I spent Thanksgiving weekend in Eastern Washington bowhunting Mule Deer. the friend who invited me along brought an old wall tent and woodstove he had recently purchased. It was nice to have somewhere to get warm but we have yet to figure out how to keep it warm through the night.
On Saturday, I decided to climb a VERY steep mountainside as it was steep enough to keep most of the other hunters away. Here is one of the more gradual spots where I took a couple of pics while catching my breath.
As I started up, I started seeing a lot of deer bones. At first, I attributed these to bones left from prior hunters, which had been dragged off and cleaned up by coyotes.
As I got higher, the bone volume went up, and I started seeing lots of prints which did not have the telltale toenail marks of canines. some of these were nearly fist size!
I didn't get any good pics of the footprints, but I ran across this scat.
Here is a shot with my bow in frame for size comparison.
At one point, I spotted a rock outcropping above me and thought it would be an attractive denning spot for mountain lions. At this point, although I reminded myself that I did have a cougar tag in my pocket, I thought it would be prudent to back away.
About two thirds up the hillside, I finally ran across a pretty good game trail and stopped to catch my breath before deciding how to proceed. Within seconds, I heard some gravel skittering and looked up to see a big doe staring at me about 50 yards away, on the trail I was (stupidly) standing on. Behind her, another 4 or 5 does and yearling fawns started piling up. I have no way of knowing if there were any bucks on their trail as they turned around and went back the way they came. It turns out they were the only deer I saw all day.
Getting back down the mountain, I found this very close to our camp. It seems cartoonishly large, but, given the size of the prints I saw, maybe not!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pictures. I plan on going back next weekend.
-- FLIX
On Saturday, I decided to climb a VERY steep mountainside as it was steep enough to keep most of the other hunters away. Here is one of the more gradual spots where I took a couple of pics while catching my breath.
As I started up, I started seeing a lot of deer bones. At first, I attributed these to bones left from prior hunters, which had been dragged off and cleaned up by coyotes.
As I got higher, the bone volume went up, and I started seeing lots of prints which did not have the telltale toenail marks of canines. some of these were nearly fist size!
Here is a shot with my bow in frame for size comparison.
At one point, I spotted a rock outcropping above me and thought it would be an attractive denning spot for mountain lions. At this point, although I reminded myself that I did have a cougar tag in my pocket, I thought it would be prudent to back away.
About two thirds up the hillside, I finally ran across a pretty good game trail and stopped to catch my breath before deciding how to proceed. Within seconds, I heard some gravel skittering and looked up to see a big doe staring at me about 50 yards away, on the trail I was (stupidly) standing on. Behind her, another 4 or 5 does and yearling fawns started piling up. I have no way of knowing if there were any bucks on their trail as they turned around and went back the way they came. It turns out they were the only deer I saw all day.
Getting back down the mountain, I found this very close to our camp. It seems cartoonishly large, but, given the size of the prints I saw, maybe not!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pictures. I plan on going back next weekend.
-- FLIX