First let me start by explaining my son, he is 17 and way more interested in chasing girls than Mule Deer. He has shot 3 Deer all through the heart, all small bucks opening day and then is pissed at himself for shooting a small buck. He missed a nice 5x5 opening morning, after the shooting started the deer went wild and could not get anything to stop except small bucks. Sunday moring we saw 4 bucks but the wind was bad and had to get around them to get close enough to shoot. When we got into position the bucks were gone and we saw a coyote sitting were we found them. We started glassing to find them, after about 10 minutes I pulled my binos away from my face and they were standing right in front of us and we were busted. The deer took of into the wind so we followed them for 2 miles hoping they would stop, they never did. We starting glassing a far hill where I usually find deer after the pressure starts. I found a big body feeding about two miles away so we closed the distance to get a better look. We went about 3/4 of the way to wher I thought we could get a shot but were still 1500 yards away with the wind shifting. I figured we had to get above him and down wind so we had to go all the way around the mountian(at this point we had already wlaked about 5 miles and creating distance to were we had to walk back to). We climbed Mount Mother #@$%^& and came out perfect for a 100 yard shot. Shot out the lungs, bedded 10 yards away and died is 2 minutes. We were both half dead and still had to pack it out. My son had injured his leg in a football game and couldn't carry much weight. The adrenaline kicked in and the walk out was not bad. He was very happy he had missed Saturday and didn't shoot the small one's. Everything happens for a reason!
