By naming this blog O Bar O Canyon, I would like to dedicate it to my Grandpa, Dad and my Brothers. This is one of our favorite places to camp and hunt for quail, rabbit, javalina, coues whitetail deer and mule deer. I even hunted elk there one year and successfully filled my tag with the best tasting cow elk I ever had the privileged to eat! You have to understand, this is an area of Southern Arizona that is all cactus and mesquite. Not at all where you would expect to find elk. I wouldn't have been surprised if that was the only group of elk within 50 miles, maybe more. Some how my brother and I were able to find some tracks and follow them for about 10 miles. We lost the tracks and gave up multiple times. At one point we gave up and varmint called and almost shot a coyote. Some how we picked up the tracks again and were able to fill the tag.
My Grandpa and his hunting group hunted this area for more than 60 years. I loved to hear the stories. about how things use to be. One of our favorites is of a hill he called Stomp Hat. I cant remember the name of the man, but one of his friends shot at a huge mule deer buck as it stood and then ran across the face of the hill. He shot every bullet he had at the deer and MISSED. He through his hat on the ground in protest and proceeded to stomp it. Hence the name stomp hat. They used that name and we still use it today as a land mark. That probably happened 50 years ago. My hope is that by us telling the stories (Grandpa told along with ones of our own) to our kids and grand kids maybe they will last another 50 years!
Grandpa we miss you! Thank you for taking the time to teach us the things that meant so much to you. Hunting camp and life in general isn't the same with out you!! We love you! God be with you till we meet again!
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