Wednesday, September 10, 2025

 

  Brian took a picture of this bull yesterday, so he decided we should go there today. Although we got a late start, we still made it in plenty of time to cover some ground and do some exploring. We rode the motorcycles up the main road for a few miles then headed up a forest road that brought us to an area loaded with alder brush. 

  After parking the bikes and making our way through the brush, we spotted a few nice mule deer bucks on the ridge in front of us. Making our way to the top of the ridge and criss-crossing it looking for sign, I wasn't overly impressed. However, we did find two runways and three wallows that were lights out for sitting. After finding them, I was sure you could sit on them and successfully fill your tag.

  In the evening, we went up a drainage a few miles up the road from where we were camped. There was an unbelievable amount of sign, and as we continued a long a stream that was encompassed with alder brush, I spotted a cow moose. 

  As I watched the cow, I heard Brian's voice tell me to start backing up slowly. Looking just in front of where I was standing, I could see a small bull moose heading toward us. The moose was not happy that we were in between him and his lover, and he wanted to make sure we knew who was the boss.   

  Although it could have ended badly, we escaped a tense situation and continued up the drainage. Then, the heavens let loose, so we broke out Brian's tarp and took cover. The torrential rain lasted about 20 minutes before tapering off. Then, a beautiful rainbow appeared. I hoped to find a pot of gold at the end of it, even if it would take the entire time we were in Colorado to find it. 


  Here's a picture of the tarp that kept us dry and warm. 






 


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