snag_point
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It had just snowed about 2 inches Saturday night and I was itching to get to the mts. So Sunday morning I headed for the hills. Much to my delight I cut a fresh track and followed that cat for 2 1/2 miles, then it went into posted land. The hunt was over. Yesterday, I pulled my lazy bones out of bed at 5am. The snow had melted back some but I found a different set of tracks and off I went and tracked her for 1 plus miles. I almost stop to call on a semi open north face, but I felt that I should track a bit farther. When I found her, she growled at me with fire in her eyes and started to walk towards me. She was only 40 yds away and was closing at a fast walk. I went from a standing shooting position , to my knees, you know , one down one out. (you don't shake so bad, and your closer to the ground when you mess your pants) I waited as she came forward, her growls where deep and and rumbled through the early morning stillness. (yep my pants are still clean and dry) I knew I had just a 5" by 4" spot to hit her. She now is at 25 yds! My 7mm Stw roared (I think it's an excellent predator cal. Don't you?) She tore off down the steep hill. I sat down and waited about a half hour. (Yep pants still dry and clean) Then I started to track her, and I was not a happy camper. My head was filled with images of one mad cat meeting me in a split second. It took me 1/2 hour to follow her about 150 yrds. When I found her she was very dead and rigor had started to set in. She aged between 8 and 9 years old. I shot grandma cougar!
Snag Point
I'm working on the grim process of uploading photos, this site is the pits when it comes to this task. I will ad them as soon as I get my Phd in computer science /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
It had just snowed about 2 inches Saturday night and I was itching to get to the mts. So Sunday morning I headed for the hills. Much to my delight I cut a fresh track and followed that cat for 2 1/2 miles, then it went into posted land. The hunt was over. Yesterday, I pulled my lazy bones out of bed at 5am. The snow had melted back some but I found a different set of tracks and off I went and tracked her for 1 plus miles. I almost stop to call on a semi open north face, but I felt that I should track a bit farther. When I found her, she growled at me with fire in her eyes and started to walk towards me. She was only 40 yds away and was closing at a fast walk. I went from a standing shooting position , to my knees, you know , one down one out. (you don't shake so bad, and your closer to the ground when you mess your pants) I waited as she came forward, her growls where deep and and rumbled through the early morning stillness. (yep my pants are still clean and dry) I knew I had just a 5" by 4" spot to hit her. She now is at 25 yds! My 7mm Stw roared (I think it's an excellent predator cal. Don't you?) She tore off down the steep hill. I sat down and waited about a half hour. (Yep pants still dry and clean) Then I started to track her, and I was not a happy camper. My head was filled with images of one mad cat meeting me in a split second. It took me 1/2 hour to follow her about 150 yrds. When I found her she was very dead and rigor had started to set in. She aged between 8 and 9 years old. I shot grandma cougar!
Snag Point
I'm working on the grim process of uploading photos, this site is the pits when it comes to this task. I will ad them as soon as I get my Phd in computer science /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif