Bison Hunt Photos
Well the whole story starts out with a message on my cell phone on Jan 2nd. Its Huck calling and telling
me there is an opening for a Bison hunt. It's a shared deal. The guy who paid for the hunt, wants the
meat, however due to family emergency can't go. He is willing to allow someone else to fill his spot / split
part of the hunt costs / and keep the trophy and do the hunt. He will pay the majority to cover purchase
of the meat.
On Jan 3rd Huck is on the phone again…DUDE YOU GOTTA DO THIS HUNT! For the cost…and
the idea of a road trip up to Wyoming, doing some shooting and having a bison mount…yea…I'll do it.
Now comes in the issues. I had moved scopes around for elk season on to different rifles. I had one
scope sent back to the company as it wouldn't hold its zero. It just came back and I needed to get 2 rifles
scoped and sighted in quickly.
Jan 5th I show up at Larry and Mels and we have a blast burning off powder and getting the scopes
mounted and sited in.
Jan 6th I'm out in our storage unit and up on a ladder pulling down totes looking for my hunting back
pack when I lean a bit to far and the ladder kicks out from under me. I do a cartwheel in the air and
come down on top of a tank air compressor. Landed on my left hip square to the motor of the
compressor. I lay there for a few mins…ok nothing is broken , I can move, I'm ok, Sore but ok. I finish
packing the truck in blizzard conditions and am thinking man this is going to be a long day. I load up, say
good bye to the wife, kiss the dog and head out the drive way for the front range. I go down the back
way in ice and slush covered roads. We have a major snow storm coming in I have to get out before I
can't get out. 1 ½ hours later I'm down in Denver, 58 degrees, sun is shining, my truck is thawing out and
I have a few hours to kill, so I go shopping at Sportsman's Warehouse. Pick up some new snow gators,
box of shells, set of brush creek scope covers for my scope. ( you know the weather report is saying we
will be hunting in a blizzard ) Finally meet up with Huck and we get all loaded up. Head down the road
and meet up with Buzz and his wife Liddy. Off we go to Wyoming.
Now the stories are flying fast and thick. Almost as bad as the snow. And the lies are getting as deep as
the snow. We are having a grand ole time on our road trip north. Once there we call the Rancher ( Stan )
find out he wants us at the Ranch at 8 am. Its an hour drive from town out to his place, time to hit the
sack and be ready for tomorrow.
I discovered one important thing. When you wake up at 4:30 and your buddy won't shut off the alarm,
check your watch, before you shower. Apparently the clock was reading 12:37 and Huck the nice guy
he was, let me get up and shower and get ready while he stayed in his bed snoozing ( and laughing to
himself ) well it turns out the clock was wrong it was actually 5 am and time for Huck to get up as well.
NO AMOUNT OF BEAUTY SLEEP IS EVER GOING TO HELP HUCK. '
Jan 7th, So by 6:30 breakfast is done, we are off and on our way out to the Ranch. Man was it a drive,
way way out there. We saw turkeys, and mule deer ( mule deer by the hundreds ) speed goats, coyotes,
Man it would be a kids dream to go rabbit hunting out there, and at 8 am we pulled into the Ranch with
Stan out there waiting at his truck for us.
10 mins of introductions, and instruction, and off we went for our bison hunt.
Now I was shooting clean up. Buzz and Liddy were going first. Stan figured when we got out there, we'd
have 5-10 mins for Buzzy and Liddy to get set up and shots off before the herd figured out they where in
danger. Well between them figuring it out quicker then that and a couple of misses, the herd was off and
the chase was on. Now to get a 2nd chance at getting close to them. We spent about 2 hours getting
close getting set up..off they would go and we'd chase, follow them. Close the gap, set up do it all again.
Finally they crossed a deep draw. We actually found a spot to drive the trucks down into it and climbed
up the other side. We topped the rim, hiked up a slope and as we topped the slope there was the herd at
100 yards. We all hit the ground and started setting up. Hucks filming, Buzz and Liddy are shooting, I'm
waiting my turn….the bison spread out and there it is, what you waited for, them strung out in a line and
you can shoot without going into a 2nd animal. Buzz takes a shot and has one walking dead. Liddy goes
to shoot and the nerves get to her. She tries the shooting sticks , she tries prone, she tries sitting, she
squeezes off a shot and we hear zing as it slaps off rock and goes wide. She tries again and whack. We
have what we think is a 2nd hit. She shaking so bad she can't pop off another shot. Buzz's first bison is
lined up with others and he can't take a shot, Stan looks at me and says if you can drop yours go for the
2nd from the left.
I'm prone and ready…I go 60% up and just behind the leg ( boy is it different when you skin them and
see where you actually hit. ) I squeeze off a shot and hit, you'd think I was tickling it with a feather rather
then driving a 300 win mag 180 gr bullet into it. Actually it was an in and out shot, took the lungs. I
racked round 2 and set the cross hairs, boom.. bison jumped but wouldn't go down ( turns out I hit with
in 3 inches of my first shot and again it was in and out ) I rack in a 3rd round. Huck and I had talked
about the neck shot to put them down…I'm sighting in on its neck and I hear kaboom and look over.
Buzz's bison hits the ground like a rag doll. He looks at me and mouths Neck. I put my scope back on
the ear, move back a few inches..down a couple of inches and boom. My bison drops like a sack of
tatters hitting the floor.
Now we turn to Liddy's she says to Buzz, please just put it down for me I can't do it. Buzz pops off a
round and hits..but it keeps going…now they are on the run, Stan leans over to me and says back it up,
don't let it run we'll never find it out here. I'm holding waiting for the next shot and I hear the action
working on Buzz's rifle. Sounds as if there is a jam, I've got the bison in my sites and I pull a neck shot
and drop it. I look up and Buzz is just looking through his scope and says, I was gonna shoot and starts
laughing. None of us wanted a wounded animal running and after 2 hours of chasing them we all knew if
they took off it wasn't gonna be fun or easy. We had 3 hunters, 3 bison, all amazing and all different.
Buzzes first one is black, jet black. She is royal looking.
Liddy's is a blonde back with a dark head
Bruce's is tan with a dark head and perfect horns. But it's also full of cockabures. Covered with hundreds of them.
Now the work starts, we had 3 animals at close to 1000 lbs each that needed to get loaded up on a flat
bed of a dually. Back to the ranch and field dressed and cleaned up.
That part of the hunt ( using wenches and tractors and such ) took 2 hours an animal. 6 hours later we
were sitting around the table having Hot Chili and raspberry cobbler for desert. 3 bison loaded into
Buzz's truck and off we headed to the meat processors.
By 10 pm I was dropping Huck off at his house and starting my drive home, back up the mountain. I got
home around 1 am driving back into a blizzard, 2 detours due to accidents and I walked in the door, hit
the couch and woke up the next morning with Dakota looking at me going…why do you smell so funny?
It was a fast and furious whirl wind of a trip with a ton of laughs, a good time and something I'd love to do again. Next t
time, its with the 44 mag
Huge thanks go Larry for helping me get the rifles sited in and for Huck for thinking of me and coming along on the trip. Was a blast and heck of a way to start the new year.
Edited by McBruce, 08 January 2008 - 10:11 AM.