Buffalo Hunt

Good friend and long-time hunting partner, Tom Johnson, recently invited me on a buffalo hunt in southwest Colorado close to the "pinto bean capital of the world". I hesitated to go at first because we haven't exactly had the best fortune the past couple years whether it be turkey hunting, coyote hunting, or deer hunting. In fact, we have been shutout. We always have a blast, though, so I gave another kind of hunt with Tom another try. This time it was a success. We braved three feet deep snow in our snowshoes, and managed to locate a couple of bulls in a maze of pinon and junipers. Tom made a great shot through the brush to kill a bull that was on the run. Then the real work began, but we had a lot of good help as you can see below. It may not have been an old-fashion buffalo hunt in the order of how the Lakota and Cheyenne used to do it on the great plains, but we still had some good old-fashion fun.

We arrive at the hunting grounds on our giant iron steed. Rocky, Tom, and Kent are fired up.




TATANKA!













THERE!














You can never be too cautious when approaching a mortally wounded 1500 lb. animal.












Trophy Shot







Get in there deep!











Is that Jeremiah Johnson???








The great white hunter packs several hundred pounds of meat onto his trusty steed then heads back to his village where tales of his hunting prowess will be told and retold for years to come.