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My best deer yet

You should be going for pronghorn, it seems.

I knew a guy on. . . . Bladeforums that was a crack shot. Man he was good. He lived in your general AO and would post his pronghorn pix every year. It was from a bazillion yards away (as there is little cover and they are FAST and SMART). Perfect shot every time. He was a benchrest sort of shooter that would take his Cooper out to hunt a pronghorn every year.

Nice job. Congrats.

PS - what's that white stuff on them mountains???? ;)
 
We arrived at 5:30AM. Pitch dark and our first time in this location. 3,000 acres of block management land. A big chunk is used for agriculture. The rest is arid land with sage brush, hills and drainages. Our goal was to find whitetail because my son in law had a B tag for either a buck or doe. Nice cool morning, about 25 degrees. Was going to get into the high thirties with a steady westerly wind. The wind direction sent us on a round about path as we wanted see if there would be any deer on the ag land at first light. We worked our way around, hiking about a mile then sat down and waited until first light. The sky was spectacular with it pinks against the snow covered mountains. Made me completely forget that there was not a deer to be seen.

So we decided to follow through with our main plan of working our way to the large drainage area, which of course was at the far end of this block. Compared to the crap I have been going up lately, this relatively flat landscape made for an easy hike. Along the way we come upon four muley does. They spot us, but were not too nervous since we were about 500 yards away. They slowly make their way down and away. We keep an eye on them just to see if they were heading to the far drainage. We keep walking, hoping to find some whitetail. I catch one hop a fence and disappear into one of the depressions. It will be the first and last one we see all day.

At about 7:00 AM we spot a bunch of ravens working an area. We figured there was a dead animal nearby, which was confirmed by the three coyotes we saw in the same area. I looked at my son in law and asked him, "did this just become a coyote hunt?" What the heck, it was along our route so might as well try. We slowly moved toward them but never got within range. It was fun to see them regardless, and we also got to watch two large golden eagles on the ground who were patiently waiting for us to move on so they could peck at the dead carcass.

We made our way to the drainage area and worked our way up to a piece of high ground. My son in law gets on the binos, and wouldn't you know old laser eyes pics off a huge muley buck. I range him, 1,200 yards. We back out so we don't get picked off and work on a plan. Wind is perfect. It's coming straight across at a steady 20 knots. It's windy. Plan is to go right and make a move. We get to low ground and start our hike. As we get to the boundary line of this area a sick feeling hits me. He is on private. Damn. Okay, plan B. He is too big to walk away from and we have not seen anything else. We decide to go in the opposite direction, set up, watch and pray he eventually comes our way.

So we go about a half mile or so in the other direction. We find some high ground and cover. He is about 1,600 yards away. Man I wish I brought my scope. Next time. The binos work fine but I wish I could get up close and personal with this dude because he is that big. He is the one that Randy Newburg and Steve Rinella pine about in their videos. Wide rack, and tall. I have never seen anything like it. We start to work the area where he is bedded. Imagine our surprise when we find five more bucks. Then as the day goes on, about ten or so does pop up from the resting places. It's nuts. Had we not decided to sit and glass for hours, we would have never known. Invisible with the naked eye, and barely visible with the binos, until they move. Of the bucks, there was one spike, the rest were shooters, at least for me. Back to the Big buck for a minute. I still cannot get over his size. He actually looked like an elk, just stunning. He stood up a few times and gave us a great broadside view. The size of his body was massive. Just wow.

Okay, back to the story..... We were committed. Mind you, it's only 9:30 am right now. This is going to be a long sit. Glassing in wide open country is a whole new world for me. My only reference are the Randy Newberg vids I have watched over and over and over. I kept thinking, what would he do? He would glass. So we glassed.

We sat there all day, watching the deer. If you ever get a chance to get within a thousand feet or so of a bunch of bedded deer, I highly recommend you stay and watch. I learned more this day then all my years hunting combined.. No book or video could provide me the data that I just experienced. First off, man they can hide well. However, every hour or so they will all get up, feed and move around. Not far, they always stayed in the same area. Being so close to the rut, we got to experience a special treat. Bucks sparring. Did I tell you I wish I had my scope? Next time. Oh, I just ordered a thing to hold my phone to the scope so I can take pics as well.

This was not a comfortable sit. High thirties and 20 knot winds pounding us all day long. Fortunately, sage makes for some pretty decent cover. I managed to take a couple power naps, which, by the way, highly recommended. All in all we stayed fairly comfortable and any temporary inconveniences were easily tempered by the joy of watching a bunch of big deer.
 
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At 3:30 a group of does started to move. Not the usual activity. They wanted to go somewhere. One of the bucks and the spike decided to join in on the fun. We need them to come our way because they were about 400 yards from being on legally huntable land. They were tracking in the right direction. But they could go to our right or the left. If I stayed where I was then at best I would have a 300 yard shot. I have been practicing at the range but for now I have decided that 300 is beyond my comfort zone. I needed to be closer. We continue to watch them. They are at the fence. The first doe pops over. Then the next. And another. The spike goes too. One doe is hesitant. She looks younger. She works her way along the fence. The buck follows. I'm thinking to myself, are you kidding me dude? Look at all the pretty does walking away! Couple minutes go by. She finally makes the jump. Buck follows. It's decision time.

It looked like they were going to go left. We looked at each other and decided it was time for a move. I marked our spot so we could come back and find our packs. We get up and started to walk.... ah who am I kidding...... run like hell to the left to another high spot to intercept. We book it about 1500 feet to what we think will be a good intercept. Right before the edge of the hilltop, I get down on all fours and crawl between the sage. I have a tiny window to see the deer. I try to range them but I have twigs in my spot that keep screwing me up. I ask my son in law for a range; 209 yards. Nice, in my comfort zone. He asks me if the buck is good enough to shoot. It was a good question. I could wait for the big guy, but he was still bedded. Even if he gets up, he could go in a different direction. And the buck following these does, well it's bigger than anything I have ever taken. Plus, in the twenty years I have been hunting, I have only taken animals with a bow. To take one with a 308 for me is something very special. Ya, it's perfect to shoot.

The does are on the move and basically coming right toward us. The buck is a bit more hesitant. He is at 209 yards but facing at me. Not a shot I am willing to take. He finally begins to move. Uggh, straight at me. Come on, just turn broadside, even for a few seconds. He finally turns and stops . Quartered toward me a bit but plenty of room to take a good shot, as long as I do my job. He is about 180 yards away. Wind is strong but blowing straight at me. All good. I squeeze the trigger. Looked like a hit. All I can think of is Randy's videos; shoot again. I pull the bolt back and load another into the chamber. I lost him. Say what? I made sure I did not flinch and I kept the glass on him after the shot. Then I hear a voice from behind, "He is down".

He didn't go more than forty feet. We get down to him and notice that the bullet entered right behind the shoulder. Wow. Thank you Mr. Deer.

So one of the rules on this particular piece of block management is that you have to take everything out. Given the amount of coyotes, I get it. Plus, we need to respect the wishes of the landowner since he was gracious enough to allow us to hunt his land. Well, we have a lot of animal to get out of here and we are 2.5 miles from the truck. Now the fun begins. We gut the buck and put it all into a contractor trash bag. Quarter it, pull off the backstraps and tenderloins, then get the ribs and neck into another plastic bag. Head is off and will be strapped t the pack. Everything else went into game bags. We decided that we were going to haul it all in one trip. Mind you, I'm 170 pounds wet and nearly 56 year old. This was not going to be a sprint. Fortunately, my counterpart is an ox. Both of us though were carrying way too much weight. Fortunately, we both like to suffer. We made it to within a half mile of the truck. It took a couple hours. I was destroyed, as was my son in law. We broke down our packs, lightened the load and marked our location. Off to the road and the truck. We made it to the road but we were three quarters of a mile from the truck. I dropped my pack and made the trek. Got the truck and drove it back. Now it was time to get the final load. My poor son in law was wiped out. He said he would make the walk with me but that bag full of guts was going to be a morning chore; it was just too heavy for him to haul. We walked back for the rest of the meat, which he grabbed to haul back. Okay, I said. Then I will grab the guts. I gotta say, not pleasant, but manageable. At 9PM, we made it back to our vehicle.

By far the most incredible hunting experience of my life. No, I did not get the monster, but I got my monster. We did almost everything right. We found the deer. We were patient and we respected the abutting private landowner. It was the first time I got hunt with a rifle. I stuck within my comfort zone, exercised restraint and placed the bullet perfectly. Oh, speaking of bullet. I pierced the heart. I wish I could say I was that good. I was just that lucky. One of the most memorable days of my life.
 
Great write up!! I spent a decade hunting muleys and elk out west, yes it is very different! I haven't quartered up a deer in the field in 14 years :) Nice job and congrats, what a fantastic memory and thanks for sharing all the details!!
 
Great write up hauling the whole animal out 2.5 miles is truly impressive. I hunt pheasant and sharp tail grouse in northwest North Dakota every October about 15 miles East of Montana. The two full days and two half days we hunted this year where quite windy. The amount of huge white tails and mule deer we jumped was incredible. We hunted with 5 guys and no dogs. We had deer flush as close as 15’ away and run between us, what a adrenaline rush. We have always seen quite a few deer but have never got up this close to them before, maybe the wind? The cover that was holding them was dried sloughs and cattails.
 
The story is way better than the pic and I can't wait share it with the best community that exists online. But I need to be in front of a computer to get it all down.

In the meantime, pic of my best deer yet and first one with s rifle.View attachment 679116
Well done! Nice buck and what a beautiful backdrop as well. That right there is what it's all about.
 
Drag a 200 pound animal up hills, drainages, creeks and through sage brush for 2.5 miles? Not a chance.

Lugging it out on your back is part of the experience 😀
When I hunted urban CT I used to have to take the guts out in contractor bags......usually about 50 yards to the truck at most. Those things bagged up are incredibly hard to carry, like carrying a bag of water, as they slosh around and are just a PIA.

I cannot imagine having to take them 2.5 miles, on top of hauling the the rest of the deer out.

Much respect!
 
Would a game cart work in that environment or is the ground FUBAR?
Thought about it. The sage brush is everywhere though, and it's roots. Sometimes even hard to walk through. And then you have the issue of walking two and a half miles, then back, just to get it. The hills are very steep too.

If we were smart, we would have done two trips. We are not smart 😀 I also didn't want to leave meat behind for too long because there are a lot of coyotes here.

Just chalk it up to part of the hunting experience. At the time it was horrible. In hindsight, glad I could do it, and looking forward to the next time !
 
Yup.......Sometimes you just have to smile and say WTF and do it.......and your right, the times that you most remember are those hard times when you had to do something stupid to either get the deer or bring it back. I look at some of the deer on my wall from the Berkshire mountains and am like....thank god I never had to drag you at my age now. Id still be there. I had a few I dragged out of places that I should have quartered out and carried.
 
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