bartok the magnificiant

This autumn something happened that was a tremendous expierience for me. I went hunting.  We drove up to beautiful Buena Vista for my first hunt. The drive was a grueling two hours of winding roads and rock music playing in my ears. Ocasionally we would stop for a gas station burrito and an energy drink which is the fuel of most men. We were coming up to a hill flooded with green from the dark evergreens on a slow curving turn around the hill. My best friend and I looked out of the window as the city came into veiw. It was great the first night we went to a place called the coyote mexican grill which had (if you have never played) big buck hunter extreme which since we were hunting it seemed to fit perfect. Well two hours and 30 dollars later we went to our new house for the week. This place was called The Papa’s House and we would rent it out for the week of hunting. It had two big bedrooms where our two friends whos kids weren’t there would stay. My dad, me, my dad’s best friend, and his son who is my best friend would stay in a room with four twin beds arranged in a 3 vs. 1 setting in the room. These beds were right next to the window so if you were awake you could here an animal rustling around out in the bush or in a tree. Well as most do hunting we awoke early at, oh it must of been close to 430 or 5. We gathered everything and went through the checklist. We jumped in our friends F-250 ford and drove a ways to the place we were going to hunt. My dad and I jumped out I loaded my .243 winchester while my dad set up a meeting time. I had shot this gun before many times accually at the rifle rang over in cherry creek somewhere. I had never accually killed something with it though. Not to long ago I had went duck hunting on the platte and killed a nice drake. It was a great feeling of accomplishment for me when I killed it. Anyway my dad and I hiked quite aways before we came acrosse a spot to take up stake. We sat there for about an hour waiting watching. Then after a long time of sitting still in our camo garmets we saw something, through our scopes it was elk. We have been hearing gun shots all mourning of elk being killed down below hoping it would spur up some bucks to us seaming that we didn’t have elk licienses. The two elk we saw walking up the rivine was a big cow and a little calf walking up. Being normal hunters we went over there and hoped for the best. We walked up and around the rivene to a great spot where we could see deep into the big crevace on Mt. Princeton. We waited untill the sun came over the east mountains. We started to break into the snacks we brought along untill my dad quitely yelled (which is kind of like talking normally) he had seen a big four point possibly a five point walking up the far opposite side or the enormous rivine. We quickly grabbed all of our gear and our rifles and started of. We must have been tracking that deer for 3 hours and 3 miles we went until their footsteps got lost in a sea of elk tracks. We ended the day with a great breakfast burrito at a fantastic place called Jan’s.  Our day was way cool.  After sharing some cokes and a few beers (for the adults don’t worry) we all went to bed.  The next day we hunted the entire mourning nothing.  Then we drove on over to a place called Red Deer.  After only walking about a quarter mile we saw a doe over yonder.  It lyed there watching us while we walked up to it.  When we got about 20 yards in front of her, she spooked and ran.  We split up after that, our buddys went up the hill and we followed the doe.  If your wondering why we followed it, its because deers live in herds and if there is a doe there is bound to be a buck somewhere near.  We lost her trail in a steep rivine so we walked aways south acrosse the hill.  Gun shots blasted above us we figured it must be our friend since they headed off that way.  We waited at the bottom of the hill just incase they spured something up our way.  They didn’t so we headed that way to see if we were right and it was them.  We were and Matthew my bud shot a beautiful two point that was pretty good sized.  I don’t mean to be graphic but he shot the buck quite litrally up the butt.  It went through and messed up the inside of the deer.  He ruined a whole hind quarter of meat that was a big part of the meat in the deer.  Well after that we walked around and didn’t get anything.  The next day we went and had breakfast and didn’t go hunting early.  This time we dicided to go on private land.  We had to ask permision and we were lucky the lady was very nice and let us hunt on her land.  At this time it was about 3 o’clock and was warmish cold.  We got up to the top and decided to walk up this one trail.  Just at that moment we saw a huge four point buck!  My dad got his gun out although he was going to let me shoot first.  I got my gun out quick but stumbled on my knee and the buck got away.  I was so mad at myself for that.  Anyway we tried to track it and couldn’t so we picked up on another trail.  We walked a long time so long that we wanted to turn back but I kept us trucking along.  All of the sudden we saw a herd of deer.  My dad looked at them through the bernoculars and told me; “The top ones a buck shoot it! Shoot it!”  I picked up my winchester rifle scoped him out pulled the trigger and hit him.  A one hit kill right in the back.  I got lucky and didn’t ruin any meat.  It was dark at that time and getting dark.  We had about a mile to drag this deer.  We made though and packed it in the back of the truck and headed off.  We spent a few more days there it was great.  We watched the Broncos beat the Browns.  We went and got our deer jerkified at the butcher.  It was one of the greatest expierences of my life.  I am going to hunt elk next year and who knows maybe you will hear about that one too!