Hunting Stories
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YOUTH TAKES HOME PRIZE ELK My name is Brendan Dzioba, I am 15 years old and I’ve only been hunting a couple of years. This is my story on the official Alberta Hunting day. It was the weekend of September 21st and 22nd and my dad and I decided to go for a hunting trip out to Hinton. We started the trip Friday afternoon getting out to the campsite early evening, so we decided to go for an evening hunt. Heading down the trail we saw lots of sign but nothing was responding to the bugle so just before sundown after not hearing or seeing anything we decided to head back to camp and start the next day. The next morning we got up before sunrise drove down the road and found a spot worthy to try a bugle. My dad just took his lips of the bugle when a bull responded. Frantically we grabbed out gear and headed down the trail towards where we thought the call came from. As we were walking my dad kept calling, we were getting closer then the winds changed and our scent was blowing in the direction of the bull. Then all we heard was a barking sound that seemed to be just up ahead and then the whole forest went silent. We both knew this wasn’t good but we kept trying to get a response or come upon the bull but nothing. After about an hour of walking we went back to the truck deciding to go have lunch back at camp. As we were driving down the trail back to camp we decided to stop and try another call about a mile down the road. Again as soon as his lips came off the bugle a bull responded but this was close within a few hundred yards, we grabbed our gear, checked the wind seeing everything was perfect headed out after the bull. We kept walking and calling trying to find this bull but it seemed as if it was walking away from us. We called this bull the “chicken bull.” He just kept going farther and farther away from us so we decided to change tactics we set up in the tree line of an opening, bugled once and waited. Then all we heard was a “snap!” of a twig and a Beautiful 6 by 6 elk walked into the opening. After about 2 and half hours the prized bull of our dreams was laying on the ground.
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