The morning was cool, and the snow was falling, the seasons had changed. The leaves were falling symbolizing the death of this year. It really hit me that this was the last time I would be deer hunting up in my area this year, and I felt like I had experienced everything I could of in this season. I sometimes think to myself maybe my misses during Archery season were ment to be, I wouldn't of experienced everything and I wouldn't have that much of a story to tell. I have experienced some things I only dream of seeing again in my lifetime, felt things that I only hope to experience again.
It seems only yesterday I was scouting deer looking at there nubs. Dreaming of Archery season and what was to come, now all that has come and gone, my hunt is over.
10/25/10 A day in History I will never forget.
I got an early start with some Choclate Instant breakfast A.K.A "Gas Juice", I pulled the handle on my truck to releasing the warm air to the cooler outside air. After taking the time to layer up I realized I had a ways to go to get to my spot so I was off. I realized as I was walking up this is my last time carrying a gun up this mountain, so that motivated me to push my self as hard as I could.
As I reached an area where I could start to see a bit I realized how fogged in the top of the mountain was so I decided to set up here for the morning hunt. As I sat down I realized how cold it was, to keep warm I would move my arms in big circular motions moving my fingers and shuffling my feet. I could only wait for the light to come.
That's when I started being able to see around when I spotted 6 deer feeding down in the draw, when I realized they were just does I moved on but kept them in my sights. I couldn't keep warm I just had to keep moving around keeping my body tempature up. The sun was up but the fog was keeping it hidden, as I decided what to do, go down the mountain and get warm or go up higher to get a better look at things. Well the 3P's(Passion,Patience,Persistance), stepped in and I couldn't live with myself if I walked down
as I got up and walked 10 yards up the hill I noticed some movement up in some brush to my left, I just got the binos up to know it had horns, so I scurried up a little bit farther so I could see back in the brush. I waited a while hoping to get another look at it when I got it I could tell it was a crabby forked three,I had some debating to do as it knocked and scratched some brush with its antlers. Right then I called my dad to talk to him about it and through all his words of advice he says "Do what makes you happy", I told him good bye I had a decision to make. That's when he got out of the brush and was quartering away. When I put it on his shoulder area and still debating started to squeeze the trigger. As the gun went off I looked at the buck just to see him do a jump kick, a couple shots later I had struck the buck atleast one more time, when I lost sight of him I thought I better let him expire.
That's when I noticed him broadside still alive! So I put another bullet through him this one right into the liver. As I watched him run down hill into the brush I knew I had made a lethal shot, and realized what had just happened. I started to really get excited, I had to make my way through the brush that 2 or so months ago I was crawling through stalking a different muley with my bow. I finally made it to about where he went down hill. When I noticed a deer rub on this one branch, now wishing I had taken a picture. Just then 60 yards above me and a little bit North I hear a snap,explosion, crashing sound as I watched a old Pine tree fall into the ground. I jumped and was amazed at how loud it was. I made my way when I noticed a freshly made trail heading downhill, that's when I noticed the blood and not 10 yards from where I merged onto the trail I noticed my buck.
I slid down on top of him and popped his head outta the brush, and I let a big long yell out that echoed off the canyon walls. I dragged it down a few yards to get it out of the brush it was piled up in. Since I was alone I couldn't take pictures at that spot so I tagged it and drug it down about 20 yards to where I could get the camera set up and set the timer, so I then took the tag off for pictures. After I nice long photoshoot, I had to start the dirty work. That's when I gave my dad a call and he walked me through, a little gutting tips, since this was my first deer. After a trial and error gut job it was time to begin the drag.
It always bugs me when someone holds there deer out in front of them to much or they sit way behind it. So I was hoping to make my deer look as small as possible just to give a new perspective of the antlers, since no one ever takes a picture of it this way.
Looking back at the first little bit of the drag.
What I have to drag through.
I finally made it through the jungle and after making it a good distance, the deer started to slide down this steep ditch, I couldn't keep it out and after a tug of war I just let it slide. I drug it in the ditch and then fianlly went and got some help, a couple of guys helped me pull it out and I was off. By this time I had explained in detail to my dad where I was and he was going to grab his friend to come help me get it out. After the snow line quit dragging was 5 times as hard and I was beginning to tire. That's when I saw the familar sight of orange and here was my dad. After some congratulations we began sawing off it's legs when what do you know a guy on a horse. Thankfully he threw it on for the remaining 3/4ish mile. I dragged it around 1 mile by myself, and was glad to be able to just walk down for the remaining. I am glad that the horse guy suprisingly came down the same way I did.
Thanks to the strangers I met up on the mountains, they made it twice as easy and pretty enjoyable.
Over these past several months the seasons have changed but my memories will never change.