isaac
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Post by isaac on Oct 29, 2012 12:30:05 GMT -7
I am busy busy busy since getting back from Ft. Belknap but I will post a quick couple photos of the hunt results with more info to follow. Anyway... these photos were taken by fellow reenactor Chris Cheney, who also got a buffalo. 6 were taken total and I will fill in on the story later.   |
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Post by RileyMN on Oct 29, 2012 12:47:36 GMT -7
You know, I generally do pretty good in the jealousy department, but you are definitely making me feel a little green....
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Post by Leifer on Oct 29, 2012 13:00:08 GMT -7
Well done sir! My congratulations!
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Post by teakmtn on Oct 29, 2012 13:17:10 GMT -7
Great Photos, Issac. We all look forward to hearing all the details. Gun, caliber, load details, distance from target when shot, etc... Where, how, cost of animal, who processed, hunting details. I'm so exited for you and your hunting chums. Had a Buff hunt all planned in KS, but fell apart when we discovered we were to shoot animal in a corral. Kinda gave up on the idea. Now, you've given new life to the wish.
Doug
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isaac
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Post by isaac on Oct 30, 2012 6:11:40 GMT -7
To add... I have the hide nearly fleshed out (will finish tonight). I am also about half done with cutting meat (processing my own).
IW
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Mark
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Post by Mark on Oct 30, 2012 7:22:10 GMT -7
Issac, if you are planning on tanning the hide yourself, look forward to pure unalterated WORK. Be sure and thin the hide over the thicker areas of the hump, neck, hip bones. It is real easy to cut the hide when thinning.
I built a 2x4, braced rack to stretch and thin from. I guarantee you will find muscles you did not know you had. Indian women had to be some of the toughest people alive.
Mark
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Duane
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Post by Duane on Oct 30, 2012 19:48:31 GMT -7
Isaac,what a great job,it must have been an amazing experience  |
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Post by Rod on Oct 30, 2012 21:32:35 GMT -7
Good Hunting!!! You and your family will be eating well.
By the way, how did you travel---did you drive up?
Rod
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isaac
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Post by isaac on Oct 31, 2012 7:14:04 GMT -7
By the way, how did you travel---did you drive up? Rod Drove. We were told Hwy 2 was all torn up so we came 94 to Glendive and then cut on a diagonal from there. |
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Post by Leifer on Oct 31, 2012 10:10:40 GMT -7
At Glendive, I'm 54 miles north in Sidney.
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Post by Rod on Oct 31, 2012 13:45:15 GMT -7
Good call! The last couple of times I've been to Williston, I've waited in traffic from 30 to 45 minutes just to get into town. My wife refuses to shop there anymore, she goes to Glendive. The route NW from Glendive is a nice drive, and avoids the oilfields for the most part.
Did you promptly take out the tongue and roast it? I was going to ask if you did the historically correct thing and just take tongue and leave the rest for the wolves and coyotes, but I know better than that....=8^D
Rod
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Post by isaac on Oct 31, 2012 19:21:22 GMT -7
Took out the tongue promptly, but haven't ate it yet. I did snack on some fresh liver while it was still warm during the skinning, gutting, and quartering. MMmmm....
As for the rest... screw the yotes, I need to eat the rest of the winter!
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Post by isaac on Nov 5, 2012 9:55:57 GMT -7
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Post by Leifer on Apr 30, 2013 7:53:57 GMT -7
Isaac, came across these in recent reading and thought of your buffalo hunt.
"...here we found several large bands of Buffalo we went to a small spring and encamped. I now prepared myself for the first time in my life to kill meat for my supper with a Rifle. I had an elegant one but had little experience in using it, I however approached the band of buffalo crawling on my hands and knees within 80 yards of them then raised my body erect took aim and shot at a Bull; at the crack of the gun the Buffalo all ran off excepting the bull which I had wounded. I then reloaded and shot as fast as I could until I had driven 25 bullets in and about him, which was all I had in my bullet pouch, while the bull still stood apparently riveted to the spot. I watched him anxiously for half an hour in hopes of seeing him fall, but to no propose. I was obliged to give it up and a bad job and retreat to our encampment without any meat; but the Mulatto had better luck he had killed a fat cow whilst shooting 15 bullets at the band." -- Osborne Russel
"...I had determined to kill a buffalo, and as I had seen it several times done with so much apparent ease, I considered it a mere moonshine matter, and thought I could compass it without difficulty; but now I had attempted it, and was gravely mistaken in my estimate of the required skill... I saw about twenty buffalo lying quietly on the ground within thirty yards of me. Now was my time. I took my picket from my saddle, and fastened my horse to the ground as quietly as possible, but with both hands that almost failed to do their office, from the excessive eagerness and trembling anxiety. When this was completed, I crawled around the hill again almost suspending my breath from fear of alarming my intended victims until came again in full view of the unsuspecting herd. There were so many fine animals that I was at a loss which to select; those nearest me appeared small and poor and I therefore settled my aim upon a huge bull on the outside. Just then I was attacked with "bull fever" so dreadfully however for several minutes I could not shoot. At length I became firm and steady and pulled my trigger at exactly the right instant. Up sprang the herd like lightning and away they scoured, and my bull with them. I was vexed, angry and discontented; I concluded that I could never kill a buffalo and was about to mount my horse and ride off in despair, when I observed that one of the animals had stopped in the midst of his career. I rode towards him and sure enough there was my great bull trembling and swaying from side to side and the clotted gore hanging like icicles from his nostrils. In a few minutes after, he fell heavily on his side, and I dismounted and surveyed the unwieldy brute, as he panted and struggled in the death agony.
When the first ebullition of my triumph had subsided, I perceived that my prize was so excessively lean as to be worth nothing and while I was exerting my whole strength in a vain endeavor to rise the head from the ground for the purpose of removing the tongue, two hunters joined me and laughed heartily at my achievement." -- John Townsend
Leifer
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