Well we spent a night at home and then the next day we got a late start and when we got to our canyon we found out the road was closed due to road repairs, and would be for several days. So we made a quick decision to go to another spot that we've hunted in the past. We got to our camp just in time to meet up with a guy who was headed back to his owne camp. Andrew Miller was a guy I had met on a different hunting website and he had taveled from Las Vegas and was hunting alone. His camp was back down the trail an hour and a half away. Steve and I invited him to come back the next day and hunt with us during the weekend which he decided to do. So Andrew took off down the trail towards his camp and Steve and I set up our camp, pumped some water from a nearby pond and cooked up our dinner. As we were finishing up our dinner we heard somebody yelling out to us. We went out to the trail and saw Andrew running up the trail towards us with a sheath knife in his hand. I asked him what was wrong? He commenced to tell us that on his way back to his camp he saw Mountain Lion tracks on the trail on top of Mine and Steves foot prints. And when he got to his tent he found dirty lion tracks on his sleeping bag and sleeping pad. The Lion had gotten into his tent and chewed up a bag of cookies. Andrew pulled up camp and came running as fast as he could and I can't say that I blame him. So we set up his tent and got him situated and crashed out. The next morning the three of us went to a good glassing spot and started looking for bucks.
Heres Steve glassing in what appears to be darkness but in actuality there was a lot more light than what the camera is showing. I like this picture because it looks like there are 4 moons.
We saw a few deer but these deer always go over the top of the mountain and bed on the opposite side. We knew that we had to go and find them in thier beds. That we did but were unsuccesful in our stalk so we had another unproductive day. The next morning we were at it again and once again had to go look for bucks in thier bed. We found a nice one and the stalk was on. Here is the buck that Steve and Andrew went after.
Here he is a little closer.
After Steve and Andrew got about 80 yards from the buck Steve was to go alone for the rest of the stalk. Steve took off his boots and started closing the distance. In 2009 Steve was in his second year of hunting and had many stalking oppurtunities and made a lot of common mistakes that a beginner makes. But this year he was stalking like a pro but had few stalking oppurtunities so he was determined to make this work. At one point the buck got up and grazed around for awhile and went back and got in his bed. Steve was at about 50 yards and had a cliff in his way and couldn't see the buck and the buck kept looking in Steve's direction. Steve was going very slow and taking long pauses and was going so quitely that he couldn't even hear himself move. There was no wind what soever to mask Steves approach but Steve was doing everything correctly. Sometimes the buck would stand up and stare in Steves direction for a long time and then lay back down and rest or just stay alert. Here he is resting. He kinda looks like he's sacked out.
Steve finally narrowed the distance to 40 yards when the buck decided something just wasn't right and ran out to 60 yards. Steve is a proficient shooter at 60 yards so that distance posed no problem. But the giant log laying on the ground was between the buck and Steve and all Steve could see was the Buck's head. No shot oppurtunity and the buck had enough of this game and turned around and hopped over the ridge he was standing on. Well that was it for Steve as his season was now over. Andrew also had to go back to Vegas. We would spend the night and head out in the morning. We took a couple of minutes to take a couple of pictures after Steve's stalk.
Here is Andrew and Steve. Thanks Andrew for your company and your help during the hunt. Your welcome in my camp anytime.
This is a picture of Andrew glassing some country during our hunt.
Here is a rock wall I hid behind while I took pictures of the buck on Steve's last stalk.
That night in camp we were treated to a beautiful full moon.
Don't go away because my hunt is not over. fatrooster.