Idahoron
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I am back from a Northern Idaho Whitetail hunt.
This is an interesting hunt and not because I got a deer but how it happened.
I met a man from Northern Idaho on my YouTube page.
https://www.youtube.com/user/idahoron?feature=mhee
I helped him to set up a Hot Rod muzzleloader. After some talking he offered to take me on a hunt. I don't normally hunt with anyone but when I do it is with my son. Well After some thinking on my part I said why not!!
I left last Friday afternoon and got up there on Saturday. We went out looking at some deer that evening. Deer were everywhere. The next morning we head out and again we see deer quickly. The first spot had some does but I didn't see a buck. We headed to another spot and I saw a buck down in the trees.
I have only been on one Whitetail hunt in my life prior to this one. I didn't even see a legal deer to shoot on that hunt. I wanted a buck but I was willing to take a doe if I had to because I wanted to try the meat.
I took my muzzleloader but on the last minute I decided to take my 243 in case the weather was bad. Well the weather was bad and I was worried about the rifle going off and I was worried about the stock taking on a lot of water and ruining the stock. So I decided to shoot the 243. I haven't hunted with that rifle in 9 years. I have been mostly a muzzleloader hunter for many, many years.
So I see the buck down about 50 yards in the trees. The buck was quartering to me and I pulled up, and shot him in the point of the shoulder. At the hit he spun and tore off through the trees. We gathered up our things and followed him up. About 50 yards into the tracking job we find him piled up. That buck took a pounding from that 243. If Whitetails were as big as elk I don't know if I have a rifle big enough to knock one off it's feet.
This buck was no trophy, but he is my first whitetail and I am proud of him. I got lucky and shot him on the first day, so I hung around a few more days to try to help my friend Lewis to find a trophy buck.
He also wanted to shoot the rifle that started the muzzleloader craze for him, my Hot Rod Hawken. He shot it well and I am sure he enjoyed shooting that gun as much as I did getting my deer.
I owe him so much. He let me camp in his yard, he opened his home to me and allowed me to partake in a hunt with him that I could have never done on my own.
Thank you Lewis for a memory of a lifetime. I said it before and I will say it again. You are my brother from another mother.
This is an interesting hunt and not because I got a deer but how it happened.
I met a man from Northern Idaho on my YouTube page.
https://www.youtube.com/user/idahoron?feature=mhee
I helped him to set up a Hot Rod muzzleloader. After some talking he offered to take me on a hunt. I don't normally hunt with anyone but when I do it is with my son. Well After some thinking on my part I said why not!!
I left last Friday afternoon and got up there on Saturday. We went out looking at some deer that evening. Deer were everywhere. The next morning we head out and again we see deer quickly. The first spot had some does but I didn't see a buck. We headed to another spot and I saw a buck down in the trees.
I have only been on one Whitetail hunt in my life prior to this one. I didn't even see a legal deer to shoot on that hunt. I wanted a buck but I was willing to take a doe if I had to because I wanted to try the meat.
I took my muzzleloader but on the last minute I decided to take my 243 in case the weather was bad. Well the weather was bad and I was worried about the rifle going off and I was worried about the stock taking on a lot of water and ruining the stock. So I decided to shoot the 243. I haven't hunted with that rifle in 9 years. I have been mostly a muzzleloader hunter for many, many years.
So I see the buck down about 50 yards in the trees. The buck was quartering to me and I pulled up, and shot him in the point of the shoulder. At the hit he spun and tore off through the trees. We gathered up our things and followed him up. About 50 yards into the tracking job we find him piled up. That buck took a pounding from that 243. If Whitetails were as big as elk I don't know if I have a rifle big enough to knock one off it's feet.
This buck was no trophy, but he is my first whitetail and I am proud of him. I got lucky and shot him on the first day, so I hung around a few more days to try to help my friend Lewis to find a trophy buck.
He also wanted to shoot the rifle that started the muzzleloader craze for him, my Hot Rod Hawken. He shot it well and I am sure he enjoyed shooting that gun as much as I did getting my deer.
I owe him so much. He let me camp in his yard, he opened his home to me and allowed me to partake in a hunt with him that I could have never done on my own.
Thank you Lewis for a memory of a lifetime. I said it before and I will say it again. You are my brother from another mother.
