elk sheds

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Buckhorn,

That name doesn't really ring a bell. Aaron's name does though. I can't see your face in your avatar picture well enough to see who you are though, what's your name? I'm sure we've met though haven't we? Welcome to the site by the way.

Good grief you guys used to round up the horns!!! Those were the days for sure! I remember being able walk from I-17 to Woods and it was hard to carry all the antlers back to the truck. Now a days there's quad trails on every inch of it and I haven't been back for probably around 8 years. The good old days were awesome!! But in all the years I've shed hunted I've never picked up as many as you guys. My best year ever I found just over 120 sheds. Now I struggle to get over 40.

[Buckhorn]

Josh,

 

YA THOSE WERE THE DAYS!!!! The first year that I actually went out on horseback and looked for horns and not cattle was with my Uncle Bill Teague (Uncle Boy) and was told a story that still makes me laugh as I think of it. We where riding near the old cabin (Forum Name) when we saw the guys that rode for V-V (after the Sullivan sold) and they came over to talk. They didn't at the time speak any english and motioned for us to come with them. We road down the draw to where they had left a pack mule and the third member of there group o-ya and a train wreck. When we asked what had happened they pointed to my horse and the horns I had drapped around it and told the story. They had packed salt in from summer cabin and had seen elk horns and deer horns all the way down and when they had only one or two salt lick to go they started putting all the horns that they could on that poor mule and when they didn't have any room left on the mule they started draping them over there saddles. Well everything was going fine until one of the elk horns came loose and started poking that mule in the side. The mule started crow hoping and pushing bye there horses and one right after the other started poking there horses which in turn started there horse bucking and eventually they bucked them all off. They first found the horse that they hadn't actually tied the horns too; then they found the mule and one other horse and decided that they would leave one guy behind to unload the mule and go look for the other horse (which is when they found us). They ended up leaving the horns and pack saddle behind and one guy had to ride that pack mule all the way to toilet paper before we found the last horse with every single horn tangled up in a rope trailing him about 15'. That poor horse looked like he was about ready to jump out of his skin and as far as i know they never did ride him again. Anyways they didn't want anything to do with horns anymore and said if I went back the next day and retrieved there packs they would give me all the horns and would tell me where i could pick up every horn they had ever hung in a tree. Which ended up being @ 100 horns (brown,semi and chalk) not counting the ones that we found that day we first saw them. That was one of about three stories that i have about those V-V boys and it may not have been written as funny as it actually was but man those boys could find horns like nobody i'd ever seen; they just couldn't hold onto them. I'll have to write a post about the time we found one of our Bull that had been shoved over into clear creek and as a group of about ten of us where standing there looking at that Bull about 40' straight down one of the boys that we had never heard speak anything said one name that said it all. Evil Knievel.

My grandparents are Alvin and Valda Teague (next door to your dad). I grew up on the Crooked H. Fossil Creek was our winter range and Clints Well down to the Power Lines was our summer range. We have a ton of relatives in Payson (Pyles and Taylers). So I was spoiled all the way around (CV in the winter Long Valley in the summer Payson when we could). And don't hold anything against me for hanging with AP. What a piece of work he turned into.

 

Buckhorn

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