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jpine
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It's been about a year since my last post on a great mule deer hunt in Wyoming. My son and I went back for another super hunt in God?s country October 4th of 2006. We?re both serious whitetail hunters whom enjoy the different scenery of Wyoming. We left from Michigan to get to our ?spot?, hoping to get a crack at a speedlope on the way to our deer hunting honey hole. Sure enough, we spotted a nice antelope buck from the road on the way right in the middle of a walk in area. My son ranged the buck and said he's about 450 out go get him.
We weren't extremely concerned about lopes on the way as we're deer hunters?I still had penny lofers, kahkis, and a golf shirt on but decided to try a stalk anyway without changing. I managed to belly crawl, through sage and cow manure150 to a point to where I could shoot. I got a thumbs up from John sitting in the truck as he was watching the stalk, it was 80 and hot?I was sweating and winded. John was giving me hand singles as to when I could move and when I was in range, sooo on cue I took a shot only to shoot under the buck by a mile?.looking back at my son he was laughing his tail off. I walked back to the truck with trashed shoes, work shirt, and beat up arms, my son says whoops I guess it was 550, the range finder was off. We sat and laughed over a cold one.
After relaxing for a bit we pulled down the road and spotted another large group of lopes on another walk in tract. We put a plan together for John to push the goats towards a draw about a mile away and off we went. I posted up, my son climbed a steep ridge and came down into a pasture, the lopes proceeded to move into the draw next the next hill over so I jogged a couple of hundred yards to get a shot. As I came up over the ridge I could see the horns of a nice mature 15 inch buck. I was breathing pretty hard and had to stand on a rock to get high enough to make a shot on the buck which was only 80 yards out, I put the cross hairs on his head just behind his eye and pulled the trigger?.baam, down he went.
While walking up to the buck his horns got smaller and smaller. When I got to the buck, he was a yearling. I looked up and there was the big one 40 yards away looking at me?I must have jerked the trigger and missed hitting a yearling, oh well. Off he went, I was 1 ? from the truck with a peg horn that weighed 90 #?s at best. Good eating, but not what I'd hoped for.
As my son came over the hill?the closer he got the harder he laughed. We had a great time on no sleep for a day and a half. I had to walk back to the truck a mile and a half away as I left my pack and bags. We boned the small buck out and were about ready to walk back to the truck when the one of the rancher hands pulled up with a flat bed and offered a ride back?thank the lord because it was a long walk back.
Jeremy (rancher hand) was a hoot on the way back and gave great info on where we concentrate for Mulies, we gave him a couple bottles of Michigan wine and shared some cold Labaats. Super time, great first day. To be continued with pics of our muley results and a nice lope which John shot in a few days with the rest of the story.
Jack Pine
We weren't extremely concerned about lopes on the way as we're deer hunters?I still had penny lofers, kahkis, and a golf shirt on but decided to try a stalk anyway without changing. I managed to belly crawl, through sage and cow manure150 to a point to where I could shoot. I got a thumbs up from John sitting in the truck as he was watching the stalk, it was 80 and hot?I was sweating and winded. John was giving me hand singles as to when I could move and when I was in range, sooo on cue I took a shot only to shoot under the buck by a mile?.looking back at my son he was laughing his tail off. I walked back to the truck with trashed shoes, work shirt, and beat up arms, my son says whoops I guess it was 550, the range finder was off. We sat and laughed over a cold one.
After relaxing for a bit we pulled down the road and spotted another large group of lopes on another walk in tract. We put a plan together for John to push the goats towards a draw about a mile away and off we went. I posted up, my son climbed a steep ridge and came down into a pasture, the lopes proceeded to move into the draw next the next hill over so I jogged a couple of hundred yards to get a shot. As I came up over the ridge I could see the horns of a nice mature 15 inch buck. I was breathing pretty hard and had to stand on a rock to get high enough to make a shot on the buck which was only 80 yards out, I put the cross hairs on his head just behind his eye and pulled the trigger?.baam, down he went.
While walking up to the buck his horns got smaller and smaller. When I got to the buck, he was a yearling. I looked up and there was the big one 40 yards away looking at me?I must have jerked the trigger and missed hitting a yearling, oh well. Off he went, I was 1 ? from the truck with a peg horn that weighed 90 #?s at best. Good eating, but not what I'd hoped for.
As my son came over the hill?the closer he got the harder he laughed. We had a great time on no sleep for a day and a half. I had to walk back to the truck a mile and a half away as I left my pack and bags. We boned the small buck out and were about ready to walk back to the truck when the one of the rancher hands pulled up with a flat bed and offered a ride back?thank the lord because it was a long walk back.
Jeremy (rancher hand) was a hoot on the way back and gave great info on where we concentrate for Mulies, we gave him a couple bottles of Michigan wine and shared some cold Labaats. Super time, great first day. To be continued with pics of our muley results and a nice lope which John shot in a few days with the rest of the story.
Jack Pine
